The Godwulf Manuscript (Spenser Series #1)

The Godwulf Manuscript (Spenser Series #1)

by Robert B. Parker

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The Godwulf Manuscript (Spenser Series #1) by Robert B. Parker

New York Times bestselling author of the Spenser series of crime thrillers - Book 1 in the series -

"The toughest, funniest, wisest, private eye in the field these days." - Houston Cronicle

Spenser earned his degree in the school of hard knocks, so he is ready when a Boston university hires him to recover a rare, stolen manuscript. He is hardly surpised that his only clue is a radical student with four bullets in his chest.

The cops are ready to throw the book at the pretty blond coed whose prints are all over the murder weapon but Spenser knows there are no easy answers. He tackles some very heavy homework and knows that if he doesn't finish his assignment soon, he could end up marked "D" -- for dead.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780440129615
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 01/01/1993
Series: Spenser Series , #1
Edition description: Reissue
Pages: 208
Sales rank: 89,633
Product dimensions: 4.14(w) x 6.87(h) x 0.58(d)

About the Author

Robert B. Parker was the author of seventy books, including the legendary Spenser detective series, novels featuring Chief Jesse Stone, and the acclaimed Virgil Cole/Everett Hitch westerns, as well as the Sunny Randall novels. Winner of the Mystery Writers of America Grand Master Award and long considered the undisputed dean of American crime fiction, Parker died in January 2010.

Date of Birth:

September 17, 1932

Date of Death:

January 18, 2010

Place of Birth:

Springfield, Massachusetts

Place of Death:

Cambridge, Massachusetts

Education:

B.A. in English, Colby College, 1954; M.A., Ph. D. in English, Boston University, 1957, 1971

Read an Excerpt

Chapter 1
 
The office of the university president looked like the front parlor of a successful Victorian whorehouse. It was paneled in big squares of dark walnut, with ornately figured maroon drapes at the long windows. There was maroon carpeting and the furniture was black leather with brass studs. The office was much nicer than the classrooms; maybe I should have worn a tie.
 
Bradford W. Forbes, the president, was prosperously heavy—reddish face; thick, longish, white hair; heavy white eyebrows. He was wearing a brown pin-striped custom-tailored three-piece suit with a gold Phi Beta Kappa key on a gold watch chain stretched across his successful middle. His shirt was yellow broadcloth and his blue and yellow striped red tie spilled out over the top of his vest.
 
As he talked, Forbes swiveled his chair around and stared at his reflection in the window. Flakes of the season’s first snow flattened out against it, dissolved and trickled down onto the white brick sill. It was very gray out, a November grayness that is peculiar to Boston in late fall, and Forbes’s office seemed cheerier than it should have because of that.
 
He was telling me about the sensitive nature of a college president’s job, and there was apparently a lot to say about it. I’d been there twenty minutes and my eyes were beginning to cross. I wondered if I should tell him his office looked like a whorehouse. I decided not to.
 
“Do you see my position, Mr. Spenser,” he said, and swiveled back toward me, leaning forward and putting both his hands palms down on the top of his desk. His nails were manicured.
 
“Yes, sir,” I said. “We detectives know how to read people.”
 
Forbes frowned and went on.
 
“It is a matter of the utmost delicacy, Mr. Spenser”—he was looking at himself in the glass again—“requiring restraint, sensitivity, circumspection, and a high degree of professionalism. I don’t know the kind of people who usually employ you, but …”
 
I interrupted him.
 
“Look, Dr. Forbes, I went to college once, I don’t wear my hat indoors. And if a clue comes along and bites me on the ankle, I grab it. I am not, however, an Oxford don. I am a private detective. Is there something you’d like me to detect, or are you just polishing up your elocution for next year’s commencement?”
 
Forbes inhaled deeply and let the air out slowly through his nose.
 
“District Attorney Frale told us you were somewhat overfond of your own wit. Tell him, Mr. Tower.”
 
Tower stepped away from the wall where he had been leaning and opened a manila file folder. He was tall and thin, with a Prince Valiant haircut, long sideburns, buckle boots, and a tan gabardine suit. He put one foot on a straight chair and flipped open the folder, no nonsense.
 
“Carl Tower,” he said, “head of campus security. Four days ago a valuable fourteenth-century illuminated manuscript was stolen from our library.”
 
“What is an illuminated manuscript?”
 
Forbes answered, “A handwritten book, done by monks usually, with illustrations in color, often red and gold in the margins. This particular one is in Latin, and contains an allusion to Richard Rolle, the fourteenth-century English mystic. It was discovered forty years ago behind an ornamental façade at Godwulf Abbey, where it is thought to have been secreted during the pillage of the monasteries that followed Henry the Eighth’s break with Rome.”
 
“Oh,” I said, “that illuminated manuscript.”
 
“Right,” Tower said briskly. “I can fill you in with description and pictures later. Right now we want to sketch out the general picture. This morning President Forbes received a phone call from someone purporting to represent a campus organization, unnamed. The caller said they had a manuscript and would return it if we would give a hundred thousand dollars to a free school run by an off-campus group.”
 
“So why not do so?”
 
Again Forbes answered. “We don’t have one hundred thousand dollars, Mr. Spenser.”
 
I looked around. “Perhaps you could rent out the south end of your office for off-street parking,” I said.
 
Forbes closed his eyes for perhaps ten seconds, inhaled audibly, and then went on.
 
“All universities lose money. This one, large, urban, in some ways undistinguished, loses more than most. We have little alumni support, and that which we do have is often from the less affluent segments of our culture. We do not have one hundred thousand dollars.”
 
I looked at Tower. “Can the thing be fenced?”
 
“No, its value is historical and literary. The only market would be another university, and they would recognize it at once.”
 
“There is another problem, Mr. Spenser. The manuscript script must be kept in a controlled environment. Air-conditioned, proper humidity, that sort of thing. Should it be kept out of its case too long, it will fall apart. The loss to scholarship would be tragic.” Forbes’s voice sank at the last sentence. He examined a fleck of cigar ash on his lapel, then brought his eyes up level with mine and stared at me steadily.
 
“Can we count on you, Mr. Spenser? Can you get it back?”
 
“Win this one for the Gipper,” I said.
 
Behind me Tower gave a kind of snort, and Forbes looked as if he’d found half a worm in his apple.
 
“I beg your pardon?” he said.
 
“I’m thirty-seven years old and short on rah-rah, Dr. Forbes. If you’ll pay me, and do your Pat O’Brien impressions somewhere else, I’ll see if I can find the manuscript.”
 
“This gets us nowhere,” Tower said. “Let me take him down to my office, Dr. Forbes, and lay it all out for him. I know the situation and I’m used to dealing with people like him.”
 
Forbes nodded without speaking. As we left the office he was standing at his window, hands clasped behind his back, looking at the snow.
 
The administration building was cinder block, with vinyl tile, frosted glass partitions, two tones of green on the corridor walls. Tower’s office was six doors down from Forbes’s and not much bigger than Forbes’s desk. It was done in beige metal. Tower got seated behind his desk and tapped his teeth with a pencil.
 
“It’s really slick how you can charm a client, Spenser.”
 
I sat across from him in the other chair. I didn’t say anything.
 
“Sure,” he said, “the old man’s kind of a ham, but he’s a damn good administrator, and a damn fine person.”
 
“Okay,” I said, “he’s terrific. When I grow up I want to be just like him. What about the Godwulf Manuscript?”
 
“Right.” He took an eight-by-ten color print from his manila folder and handed it to me. It showed an elegantly handwritten book lying open on a table. The words were in Latin and around the margins in bright red and gold were drawn knights and ladies and lions on their hind legs, and vines and stags and a serpentine dragon being lanced by an armor-clad hero on a plump and feminine horse. The first letter at the top left on each page was elaborately drawn and incorporated into the design of the margins.
 
It was taken three nights ago from its case in the library’s rare book room. The watchman punched in there at two and again at four. At four he found the case open and the manuscript gone. He can’t say positively that it wasn’t there at two, but he assumes he would have noticed. It’s hard to prove you didn’t see something. You want to talk to him?”
 
“No,” I answered. “That’s routine stuff. You or the cops can do that as well as I could. Have you got a suspect?”
 
“SCACE.”
 
“SCACE?”
 
“Student Committee Against Capitalist Exploitation. Revolution at the far-left fringe of the spectrum. I don’t know it the way courts want it known; I know it the way you know things like that if you’re in my line of work.”
 
“Informer?”
 
“Not really, though I’ve got some contacts. Mostly, though, it’s a gut guess. It’s the kind of thing they’d do. I’ve been here for five years. Before that I was with the Bureau for ten. I’ve spent a lot of time on radicals, and I’ve developed a feel for them.”
 
“Like the late director developed a feel for them?”
 
“Hoover? No, he’s one reason I quit the Bureau. He was a hell of a cop once, but his time came and went before he died. I got enough feel about the radical kids not to classify them. The worst of them have the same things wrong that zealots always have, but you can’t blame them for getting rigid about some of the things that go on. That ain’t Walt Disney World out there.” He nodded out his window at the blacktop quadrangle where the slush was beginning to collect in semi-fluid patterns as the kids sloshed through it. A thin and leafless sapling leaned against its support stake. It was a long way from home.
 

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Dazzle27 More than 1 year ago
Parker's "Spencer" is one of my favorite series of all times. You must read this first book in order to fully enjoy how each character came to be throughout the series.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Most first attempts are a tad awkward and Robert Parker's GODWULF MANUSCRIPT is no exception. However, this book is actually quite excellent, our hero just isn't developed yet. There is no Hawk (his sometime sidekick) and we haven't met Susan yet. What makes the rest of the series so incredible is that we know Spenser already and now it's just a matter of seeing what happens next. Don't be skeptical. This is where it all began; a series that has so far produced about thirty novels, movies, and a TV series. These aren't 'whodunnits' in the classical sense where the guilty person could be one of several characters. The excitement of the books is finding out what Spenser will do next. The reader often knows who did it from the beginning. It's just a matter of watching Spenser do his job. Once you read one Spenser novel you'll be addicted, so you might as well start here and begin the journey. Not only are they quick reads, you'll never want to put them down. Trust me.
Bobby89 More than 1 year ago
I highly encourage you to start at the beginning and enjoy the SPENSER book series. The entire series can be read individually but I would start at the beginning. The late Robert Parker has such a feel for the Boston area and using that for great mysteries. Spenser is a private eye, that was a former police officer, and helping those who need the help the most is his thing. Book one does not have the main characters you will see later on in the series (Susan and Hawk) but I think that is why I started back at the beginning again after reading the entire series over the last decade.
SlapShot62 More than 1 year ago
First in the Spenser series - funny how the genre has changed over the years. How often do we find 200 page novels these days? Mysteries/thrillers these days are much longer and involve all types of protagonists - cops, detectives, agents, ex-military cops, etc. Spenser? Stereo-typical private eye, but Parker does it right. While short in length, this was a solid introduction to Spenser and a couple of the recurring characters. The rating is three stars, but it probably is more like 3.5 or 3.75. Just not enough there to get it to a four star level. I am doing more and more "series" reading from the beginning (Camel Club, Jack Reacher, Lucas Davenport, Harry Bosch, etc.) and I'm glad I started the Spenser series. This first outing leaves me wanting more - so I'm jumping right into book #2, God Save the Child.
overkill570 More than 1 year ago
Early Parker was the best. If you've never read the early stuff start here you won't go wrong.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A charming, if predictable, detective story. Nicely thought out, with a few twists and incongruous characters. Good read for a rainy weekend.
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BabetteCT More than 1 year ago
Before Hawk, when Susan Silverman was new on the scene, set in 1970's Boston -- A great read of the beginning of the Spenser series.
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I had read all of the Jesse Stone novels, even the newer ones not by Parker (they're missing the master's touch), so I thought I'd try the Spenser ones. I didn't care for the main character, as sacrilegious as that sounds, so I didn't enjoy the book.
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Not a bad entry into detective stories for someone that hasn't had much experience with them. I went in blind, so I was a bit unprepaired for how heavily dated the book feels. It wasn't too distracting. There were just moments where I wasn't catching the reference or I had to look up what a term I was unfamiliar with meant. What I really liked the bits of business that helped develop the main character. I'm not a huge fan of stories where the action gets paused for several pages to give descriptions I think it works here because it helps to establish the character's attention to detail. Like someone taking stock of all the important notes they would want to remember if they needed to provide that information to a police officer later. Also there was some nice showing and not telling of the main character's off hours hobbies. I'm undecided on if I'll come back to this series. There wasn't anything here that really put me off of it. It's just that it's not in my usual wheelhouse
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