The Hypnotist (Reincarnationist Series #3)

The Hypnotist (Reincarnationist Series #3)

by M. J. Rose

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Overview

Haunted by his inability to stop the murder of a beautiful young painter twenty years ago, Lucian Glass keeps his demons at bay through his fascinating work with the FBI's Art Crime Team. Investigating a crazed collector who's begun destroying prized masterworks, Glass is thrust into a bizarre hostage negotiation that takes him undercover at the Phoenix Foundation—dedicated to the science of past-life study. There, to maintain his cover, he submits to the treatment of a hypnotist.

Under hypnosis, Glass travels from ancient Greece to nineteenth-century Persia, while the case takes him from New York to Paris and the movie while the case takes him from New York to Paris and the movie capital of the world. These journeys will change his very understanding of reality, lead him to question his own sanity and land him at the center of perhaps the most audacious art heist in history: a fifteen-hundred-year-old sculpture the nation of Iran will do anything to recover.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780778329206
Publisher: MIRA Books
Publication date: 04/26/2011
Series: Reincarnationist Series , #3
Edition description: Original
Pages: 416
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

M.J. Rose, is the international bestselling author of 10 novels; Lip Service, In Fidelity, Flesh Tones, Sheet Music, Lying in Bed, The Halo Effect, The Delilah Complex, The Venus Fix, The Reincarnationist, and The Memorist. She is a founding member and board member of International Thriller Writers and the founder of the first marketing company for authors: AuthorBuzz.com. Rose has appeared on The Today Show, Fox News, The Jim Lehrer News Hour, and features on her have appeared in dozens of magazines and newspapers in the U.S. and abroad, including USA Today, Stern, Poets and Writers and Publishers Weekly. She lives in Connecticut with Doug Scofield, a composer, and their very spoiled dog, Winka.

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"Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul."

—Edgar Allan Poe

Twenty Years Ago

Time played tricks on him whenever he stood in front of the easel. Hypnotized by the rhythm of the brush on the canvas, by one color merging into another, the two shades creating a third, the third melting into a fourth, he was lulled into a state of single-minded consciousness focused only on the image emerging. Immersed in the act of painting, he forgot obligations, missed classes, didn't remember to eat or to drink or look at the clock. This was why, at 5:25 that Friday evening, Lucian Glass was rushing down the urine-stinking steps to the gloomy subway platform when he should have already been uptown where Solange Jacobs was waiting for him at her father's framing gallery. Together, they planned to walk over to an exhibit a block away, at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

When he reached the store, the shade was drawn and the Closed sign faced out, but the front door wasn't locked. Inside, none of the lamps were lit, but there was enough ambient twilight coming through the windows for him to see that Solange wasn't there, only dozens and dozens of empty frames, encasing nothing but pale yellow walls, crowded shoulder-to-shoulder, waiting to be filled like lost souls looking for mates.

As he hurried toward the workroom in the back, the commingled smells of glue and sawdust grew stronger and, except for his own voice calling out, the silence louder.

"Solange?"

Stopping on the threshold, he looked around but saw only more empty frames. Where was she? And why was she here alone? Lucian was walking toward the worktable, wondering if there was another room back there, when he saw her. Solange was sprawled on the floor, thrown against a large, ornate frame as if she were its masterpiece, her blood splattered on its broken gold arms, a still life in terror. There were cuts on her face and hands and more blood pooled beneath her.

Kneeling, he touched her shoulder. "Solange?"

Her eyes stayed closed but she offered a ghost of a smile.

While he was thinking of what to do first—help her or call 9II—she opened her eyes and lifted her hand to her cheek. Her fingertips came away red with blood.

"Cut?" she asked, as if she had no idea what had happened.

He nodded.

"Promise," she whispered, "you won't paint me like this…"

Solange had a crescent-shaped scar on her forehead and was forever making sure her bangs covered it. Then, catching herself, she'd laugh at her vanity. That laugh now came out as a moan.

When her eyes fluttered closed, Lucian put his head on her chest. He couldn't hear a heartbeat. Putting his mouth over hers, he attempted resuscitation, frantically mimicking what he'd seen people do in movies, not sure he was doing it right.

He thought he saw her hand move and had a moment of elation that she was going to be all right before realizing it was only his reflection moving in the frame. His head back on her chest, he listened but heard nothing. As he lay there, Solange's blood seeping out of her wound, soaking his hair and shirt, he felt a short, fierce burst of wind.

Lucian was tall but thin…just a skinny kid studying to be a painter. He didn't know how to defend himself, didn't know how to deflect the knife that came down, ripping through his shirt and flesh and muscle. Again. And then again. So many times that finally he wasn't feeling the pain; he was the pain, had become the agony. Making an effort to stay focused, as if somehow that would matter, he tried to memorize all the colors of the scene around him: his attacker's shirtsleeve was ochre, Solange's skin was titanium white…he was drifting…

There were voices next, very far-off and indistinct. Lucian tried to grasp what they were saying. "…extensive blood loss…"

"…multiple stab wounds…"

He was traveling away from the words. Or were they traveling away from him? Were the people leaving him alone here? Didn't they realize he was hurt? No, they weren't leaving him…they were lifting him. Moving him. He felt cool air on his face. Heard traffic.

Their voices were becoming more indistinct.

"…can't get a pulse…"

"We're losing him…quick, quick. We're losing him…" The distance between where he was and where they were increased with every second. The words were just faint whispers now, as soft as a wisp of Solange's hair. "Too late…he's gone."

The last thing he heard was one paramedic telling the other the time was 6:59 p.m. A silence entered Lucian, filling him up and giving him, at last, respite from the pain.

The Present

The building on Fortieth Street and Third Avenue was a series of cantilevered glass boxes. Upstairs on the sixteenth floor, in an opulent office inconsistent with the modern structure, three men were on a conference call with a fourth via a secure phone line. It was an unnecessary precaution. When the mission of Iran to the UN had rented this space, they'd torn down the walls so they could properly insulate against long-range distance microphones. But one could never be too cautious, especially on foreign soil.

A fog of smoke hung over the windowless conference room table and the odor of heavy tobacco overwhelmed Ali Samimi. He hated the stink of the Cuban cigars but he wasn't in charge here and couldn't complain. He coughed. Coughed again. It was so like his boss to blow the smoke in his direction, despite knowing he was sensitive to it. Farid Taghinia was one mean motherfucking son of a bitch. Samimi stifled the smile that just thinking the American curse words brought to his lips.

"We have no trouble working with the British, the French or the Austrians. Only with the Americans do complications and conflict continue to arise. Haven't I been generous in offering to allow the museum to keep the sculpture for the opening of their new wing? Haven't they seen the documents we provided proving the sculpture was stolen? Why are they still hesitating?" Even though his voice was traveling six thousand miles, from Tehran to Manhattan, Hicham Nassir's puzzlement was perceptible.

"Because I haven't shown them the documents," said Vartan Reza, a craggy-faced, Iranian-born American lawyer who specialized in cultural heritage cases. It had been almost two years since the mission had hired Reza to orchestrate the return of a piece of sculpture currently owned by the Metropolitan Museum of Art on the basis that it had been illegally taken out of Iran over a hundred years before. The lawyer had hesitated in accepting the case until Taghinia had made it clear that a generous fee would not be the lawyer's only recompense. The members of Reza's family still living in Tehran would be well provided for, too.

If Samimi had respected Taghinia at all, he would have been impressed by his boss's cunning—offering a generous bonus wrapped around a threat. Instead it made him all the more nervous about watching his own back.

"Didn't show them the papers? Why is that?" demanded Taghinia from the opposite end of the table as he put the Cuban up to his mouth and inhaled again.

"I have some questions about their authenticity," Reza explained. "And I don't want to turn anything over to the museum's attorneys that might prove embarrassing and hurt our case."

Taghinia picked a piece of tobacco off his thick lips, blinked his lizard-brown eyes and started tapping his foot on the carpet. "Questions?" Tap, tap. "Questions at this point are not a good thing, Mr. Reza." Tap, tap. "Our government is losing patience."

"Regardless, it's not in your best interest to have me proceed rashly."

Taghinia glared at Samimi as if this was somehow the underling's fault. The only real civility and cooperation between Iran and America was in the cultural arena, and if this issue dragged on and became an international incident it wouldn't help either country's already strained diplomatic efforts.

"Were you aware of this?" he asked.

"I don't care if Samimi knew about it or not. I want to know what's wrong with the documents." Nassir's voice drew everyone's attention back to the squawk box in the middle of the highly polished ebony table.

"I don't believe they're authentic," Reza said.

"What?" Taghinia's face flushed with an emotion that read as outrage but that Samimi suspected was guilt.

"That's impossible," said Nassir. "Reza, do you understand? That's impossible."

Samimi had never heard the minister of culture so upset. Nassir had studied art history at Oxford and had published two books on Islamic art that had each been translated into more than twenty languages. Nassir had once said that he believed every piece in Iran's museum was a member of his family and it was up to him to safeguard them all.

"The partage agreement that details the fate of the objects found at the Susa excavations is dated I885," Reza said.

"Yes?" Nassir asked.

"The paper it's written on was manufactured in I9I0," Reza explained. "Impossible."

"I'm afraid not. I've had two experts test it."

"But there are corroborating records," the minister argued.

"None that mention this piece by name or description, Mr. Nassir. For the past eighteen months, we've been operating on the assumption that these papers were authentic. We've built our whole case on them. This is a serious setback."

At the heart of Iran's request was an eight-foot-tall chryselephantine statue of the Greek god Hypnos, the god of sleep, which neither Samimi nor anyone else on the phone call had ever seen. According to art historians, some of the best chryselephantine sculpture came from the city of Delphi, which had been looted by the Phokians in the mid-fourth century BCE. The Phokians had sold some of the treasures to raise money and pay troops; others they melted to make coins. It was believed that a Persian satrap or king in Susa had bought Hypnos when the Phokians reached the east and that, at some point after that, the statue had been buried. It might have been hidden during an attack to save it from more looters because of the amount of gold, ivory and precious stones that decorated it, or stolen again and hidden by the thief. No one knew, but the result was that it had survived practically intact until the 1880s.

"What about the treaty?" Nassir asked.

Samimi had also given Reza a copy of a treaty dated April I2, I885, that granted France the exclusive right to excavate the area of Shush, which was on the ancient site of Susa. "That's authentic, but since we have no proof of when Hypnos was found, only when it was shipped out of the country, it's useless."

"It was discovered prior to April. The American collector bought looted art," Taghinia insisted. He turned and looked at Samimi, then blew out more of the toxic smoke.

Samimi knew he couldn't logically be blamed for this latest snafu. Nassir had sent the documents in question to America via the diplomatic pouch. But Taghinia was going to need someone to blame and the case had been Samimi's responsibility for the past year and a half. He knew more about the history of the hypnotist than anyone here but Reza.

When the American collector who'd bought the sculpture died in I888 he left it, along with the rest of his vast collection, to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. At that time New York's fledgling museum, which had recently moved from Fourteenth Street up to Eighty-First Street and Fifth Avenue, had already outgrown its new space, and its director, General Luigi Palma di Cesnola, was using all available funds for expansions. When he saw how much conservation Hypnos needed he put the sculpture in storage in the cavernous tunnel under Central Park until he had the money to tend to it. In I908 a young curator mislabeled it and for almost an entire century after that, it remained lost. Then, in the winter of 2007, another curator, searching for a Roman bronze, discovered the mislabeled crate. A few months later, the Met announced its find. Hypnos, they said, would be getting the conservation it needed before being installed in a special exhibition space linking the Greek and Roman wings with the new Islamic wing when it opened in 2011.

Five months later, Vartan Reza formally made a request on behalf of the Iranian government that Hypnos be returned, claiming it had been illegally smuggled out of the country by a French archaeologist.

Once the international press reported the story, the Greek government filed a similar claim, requesting that the sculpture be returned to them since, even though the piece had been found in the Middle East, it was clearly of Greek origin and a national treasure.

It was no surprise that the single surviving piece of chryselephantine sculpture in the world was a prize to fight over, but the Met refused to even get into the ring.

In a New York Times op-ed, the museum director wrote about the cultural heritage issue at the heart of the battle:

There is no case here. Frederick L. Lennox, who bequeathed the sculpture to us, did not engage in buying contraband. Partage was a common and legitimate system in the nineteenth century, and this treasure was part of that fair exchange—expertise traded for a percentage of what was found. It wasn't illegal activity then and can't be looked at as illegal activity now.

Hypnos has been at the Met for over one hundred and twenty years. This is his home, and with us he is safe in a way that he might not be in his homeland. We'll continue to protect him and prepare him to be shown unless and until we have irrefutable proof that he's here illegally.

All over the world, museums engaged in similar battles were watching what happened in New York. When accused of harboring looted treasures, most of them took it upon themselves to do the research necessary to prove the legality of their ownership. Not the Met. The director insisted the burden of that proof was on the claimant. The Metropolitan, he said, was under no obligation to prove the opposite. The last will and testament of Frederick L. Lennox had been verified when it was executed over a hundred years before.

Reza had countered by getting a subpoena requiring the museum to turn over Lennox's bequest and any other pertinent paperwork. When that request was refused, Reza filed with the Manhattan district attorney, asking to be allowed to review the Met's documents and study the detailed history of the object's journey to the museum in order to prove it was there illegally.

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The Hypnotist (Reincarnationist Series #3) 3.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 45 reviews.
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starlitehouse on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
What¿s worst than blaming yourself for the death of the woman you love? Living with that blame for 20 years and then when you get a chance to solve the crime that changed your life you have to change everything you ever believed in to do it. In the process the chance to find and save lost art is out weighed by the chance to find the woman you loved again.The Hypnotist by M.J. Rose is a fast paced thriller jam packed with twist and turns that will keep her characters and readers rethinking everything they ever thought about what happens after you take your last breath.I received this book from First Reads and hope the television show based on Rose¿s prose does her justice!
macygma on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Lucian Glass has had a hard life. A talented artist, he is rocked by the death of his lover, Solange Jacobs in her father¿s gallery. Mr. Jacob restored art and, after closing one evening; someone breaks in and steals a priceless Matisse, killing the girl in the process. Nearly killing Glass as well which might have been a blessing since he obsesses with Solange and cannot find a way to let her go. He is with the FBI Art Crimes Team and researches art theft, fraud, etc. Someone wants a statue that is in the care of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. A very, very old statue of Hypnos, the god of sleep. Nothing sleepy going on here, though. A group of folks called Resurrectionists, thinks the statue contains certain gems to help people recall their past lives. They will stop at nothing to get their hands on it, and some folks right in New York also want it for the same reason ¿ it contains what they refer to as Memory Tools.The best way for Lucien to investigate the New York contingent is to pose as someone in need of help. The hypnotist he sees isn¿t involved in the plot but is determined to help Lucian find his past lives. And find them he does.In a very interesting tale which is part of a series beginning with The Reincarnationist followed by The Memorist, we learn quite a bit about memory regression and if you are immersed in this it¿s a great way to gain some knowledge. Rose has violence, murder, history and art all married into this novel and it works perfectly. I could not put this down until the final page and am now looking for parts one and two to satisfy my curiosity. Excellent work!
fredamans on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
When I signed up for this book, I had no idea it was a third in a series.That didn't matter, I fell right into the characters. I admit in the beginning it was different, flipping back and forth between the stories, but when it came together it was beautiful!This book took forever to get to me, but it will stay with me forever.I can only compare it to The Da Vinci Code, but honestly, I liked this one better.Definitely one I'm adding to my recommendation list!
MadMooseMama on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The Hypnotist is book three in The Reincarnationist's series. It is a mystery suspense thriller with mild to moderate expletives and violence.Lucian Glass works for the FBI as part of their Art Crimes Team who has a past surrounded by murder and mystery. At nineteen, he returns from his artist studio, to find his girlfriend murdered and hanging amongst the picture frames of her father's framing business. However, before Lucian can react, he too is attacked and left for dead, now twenty years later, that past is coming back to haunt him.Dr. Malachai Samuels is a long-standing reincarnationist who is obsessed with proving that people's souls do, in fact, reincarnate into other bodies. His speciality is working with children, like little Veronica who begins her tale in ancient Persia, he hypnotizes the children and does past regression therapy upon them. However, Veronica's tales are tying into the memory stones that he desperately seeks, and he will stop at nothing to obtain them.Emeline Jacobs is a cousin of Solange's who has been adopted by Solange's parents, shortly after her murder. In a desperate need to feel wanted, her family was killed in an accident, Emeline begins to take on the persona of Solange. Causing her aunt and uncle to whisk her from doctor to doctor trying to uncover the secret of Emeline's uncanny mannerisms of her late cousin.Samimi is an Iranian who is working to return a statue of the God, Hypnos, back to his country. He and his people know the secrets of the statue and will cheat, lie, steal and murder to regain control of the piece, which now sits in the restoration department of the New York Metropolitan Museum. Samimi works for a boorish, murderous oaf and wishes to displace him, fearing he will be called home to Iran or worse, murdered, he works to bring salvation to his people while keeping his own self alive and intact.Each person moves separately towards their destinations not realizing they are all being directed to the same point in time. As each of the characters come to realize they are but a small piece in a bigger game, they must come to terms with their past, in order to preserve their futures.I absolutely enjoyed the book and loved all the historical references to the art pieces mentioned throughout the story. My favourite painter is Monet and reading about his work was very interesting, as were the informative pieces about Matisse, Van Gogh and the mythology behind the statue of Hypnos was equally enthralling to read. I wish there had been more of it dispersed throughout the book. I loved the blending of the past with the present with the past life transgression therapy and appreciated the tales being told through both Veronica and Lucian. The tie-ins of all the participants was well-written and convincing.The story is both slow and fast paced and it works to build momentum within the story, making you turn the pages in order to finish the tale that M.J. Rose has choose to tell. I wasn't much impressed with Emeline and wished she had been kept as an associate instead of a love interest. I don't think good stories need such and I'm often left wondering why, in times of horror, do authors have a need to throw a love story into the fray, it just doesn't make sense to me and often takes away from a story, The Hypnotist falls into such a category, unfortunately. In my honest opinion, its the books only real downfall to the plot. A small hindrance however, to a great story.
justabookreader on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Lucian Glass is an FBI agent with the Art Crime Team, a long suffering artist, and a man damaged by not only his past but his job. Working though a recent head injury, headaches plague him along with dreams of unknown women and the love of his life --- a woman murdered at 19 years of age. Attacked in the same robbery where his girlfriend lost her life, Lucian lives with guilt over not being able to save her and surviving. That guilt pours over into his job tracking and retrieving stolen art. When he is pulled into a case involving his dead girlfriend¿s family, his life takes one stumble after the other pulling him into a game with too many players all wanting the same thing.The Hypnotist is the third book in The Reincarnationist series. I haven¿t read the two previous books: The Reincarnationist and The Memorist. As a standalone book, The Hypnotist worked but as a person who loves a series, I wished I had read the two earlier ones but was already into this one when I realized that was the case. Lucian is a tortured person and one who doesn¿t seem to want much help either. As a character, he can be frustrating but it also lends him the sad artist persona, sketching away in his notebook trying to ease headaches that only cease when he¿s frantically drawing women he doesn¿t know. A sculpture with a mythical power that no one understands fully is at the center of the story but the focus is on its heist, however, I wanted to know more about what it could do. It was a part of the story I started to get into when it ended. In fact, a few of the story lines ended abruptly for me but also left me wondering if another book is in the works.I liked this book and moved through it fast. I¿m a lover of museums and staring at art for no other reason than to admire its simple beauty and I found myself getting entranced by that aspect of the story. I haven¿t been to the MET in years (much of the story takes places there) and this book made me want to go back. It also made me want to pick up the other two books to get the back story.I won this book through LibraryThing¿s Early Reviewers Program. The ARC was downloaded as an ebook from NetGalley.
SenoraG163 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I didnt enjoy this one as much as I did the others. Still a good read just not what I was expecting. This will be one of those I pick up again and retry.
celticlady53 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This latest novel by M.J.Rose is the third in the Reincarnationist trilogy. Phoenix Foundation, a group that specializes in past-life research is the main focus of the story along with the theft and recovery of four famous paintings and a sculpture that has not seen the light of day in 2000 years. Agent Lucian Glass does not believe in reincarnation but as events occur he becomes aware of a past life through hypnosis, that has its basis with the statue, Hypnos, a sleep chamber of sorts. Lucian is on the trail of Malachi Samuels of the Phoenix Foundation who is after the Memory tools that he wants that could prove whether people do come back. Some people believe that a person gets the chance to do things right each time they are reincarnated and that even though it may be in a different time and place, the same people could be involved. Lucien's first love Solange was killed during a heist of a Matisse that was stolen 20 years earlier. Lucien becomes involved with a young woman, Emmeline, who is niece to Solanges father Andre. Lucian starts to believe that Solange has been reincarnated as Emmeline. I had a bit of a hard time getting into this story as it is the third in the series and I had not read the previous two books. I did get into it though and it turned out to be an enjoyable, suspenseful read. This is a story that shows man's greed, even 2000 years in the past and how this greed can destroy lives, loves and careers. I would recommend reading all the books in order to get the entire concept of the story.
TwilightBlue on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I read the first book in this series and thoroughly enjoyed it. The third book took me more time to get interested in the characters and by the time it had me hooked I was about ready to give up on it. The chapters themselves are short by the time you become invested in the character your reading about, the chapter ends and you're thrown into another character. It was easy for me to put the book down when I have to switch from one character to another so quickly. When I read I want to stay invested in the character. And with so many characters to "care" about at times it got a little confusing for me. Character hopping is not something I like to do.The plot itself was engaging. The central theme revolving around Memory Tools (tools to help people revisit their past lives) and the statue of Hypnos, a statue whose origin and ownership are greatly contested throughout the book. You don't have to read the 1st two books in the series to understand what's going on. But it helps to give a background. All in all, I finished the book and enjoyed the twist at the end. I became invested in the characters although it took way to long in my opinion. I would recommend this book if only to those who believe the idea of reincarnation is a fascinating topic.
Mishaken on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book is the third in a series written by M.J. Rose. I have not had the opportunity to read the first two books and started reading this one, hoping it would work out without any background.What struck me was the almost lyrical language at times. Descriptions are almost poetic. The story itself could not quite grip me but for some reason I did keep on reading.It did make a very good impression and I have to admire the way past and present in the story entwine.I do have to admit however I did not have a lot of time these past few months and I did not give the book the attention it deserves. As english is not my first language I do need some extra time to really grasp and fully get a story. It was a hasteful job and I will have to re-read it once my personal life settles down.
TheBoltChick on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This novel is the third in a trilogy. Having read the first two books, I was ready to delve into the third. While this book continues with the theme of reincarnation and revisiting the past lives, I didn't find it as instantly engaging as the others. That being said, once I got about half way through the book, I was hooked. Once you pass the mid-way point, buckle in for a heck of a ride. I have seen other reviewers say that it is unnecessary to read the first two books in the series, but I would advise against that. I don't believe the reader can develop a true appreciation for this story without the background.All In all I felt it was a satisfying end to a thrilling trilogy.
Ronrose1 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Like sparks growing into a flame, the bits and pieces of this suspenseful puzzle meld together to engulf the reader in a fascinating tale of past life reincarnation. Lucien Glass, an FBI special agent on the Art Crime Team, is brought into the Metropolitan Museum of Art to investigate the destruction of an almost priceless work of art that had been missing for years and then shows up in tatters. Glass and his team are faced with the task of meeting a blackmailer's demand for an exchange of four other stolen masterpieces in trade for a Greek statue of Hypnos, the god of sleep. Unbeknownst to Glass the statue is also coveted by two other unscrupulous men, each with their own agenda. This coupled with the past life experiences touching on the same statue, that Glass continues to deny to himself, adds up to a twisting surprise ending that will keep the reader guessing. A highly entertaining, smooth flowing, and very suspenseful story.
albanyhill on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Essentially the books in M.J. Rose's Reincarnationist series are romantic thrillers with past-life plot elements. Each novel focuses on a "Memory Tool," some historical artifact sought after as an aid to recovering past-life memories. The three books can each stand alone, so it's not necessary to read them in order or to read the others before this one. In 'The Hypnotist' the "MacGuffin" is a statue of Hypnos in the Metropolitan Museum of Art that brings together several characters who are associated with it through their past lives and others in the present-time storyline who are attempting to procure it. Recommended especially for fans of 'The Da Vinci Code' genre.
CMash on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The Hypnotist by M.J. RosePublished by Mira BooksISBN-13: 978-0-7783-2675-5At the request of Media Muscle The Book Trib, a HC was sent, at no cost to me, for my honest opinion. Synopsis (from the book jacket): Haunted by a twenty-year-old murder of a beautiful young painter, Lucian Glass keeps his demons at bay through his fascinating work as a special agent with the FBI's Art Crime Team. Currently investigating a crazed art collector who has begun destroying prized masterworks, Glass is thrust into a bizarre hostage negotiation that takes him undercover at the Phoenix Foundation-dedicated to the science of past-life study-where, in order to maintain his cover, he agrees to submit to the treatment of a hypnotist. Under hypnosis, Glass travels from ancient Greece to nineteenth-century Persia, while the case takes him from New York to Paris and the movie capital of the world. These journeys will change his very understanding of reality, lead him to question his own sanity and land him at the center of perhaps the most audacious art heist in history-the theft of a 1,500-year-old sculpture from the Metropolitan Museum of Art. My Thoughts and Opinion: The first chapter of this book pulled me right in where a young artist arrives late to a meeting only to find Solange, a friend, clinging to life due to what appears to be a vicious attack. The next thing he feels is pain, his own pain as he gets attacked. How could I not be pulled in to this plot? On to Chapter Two, and it starts to take another turn. The characters and story line are now very confusing to me. I also find, and this is only my opinion, the detailed descriptions of art history became quite boring. I try to continue reading but the book is just not holding my interest. Unfortunately, I did not realize when I accepted to read this book, that it was the third of a series. Maybe if I had read the first two books, I wouldn't have had this outcome. Regrettably, I had to put this book aside, it just wasn't for me. I can not say if I would recommend this read or not, since I was unable to finish it. Rating: 1
out-and-about on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I really wanted to like this one. Really interesting premise and the writing was excellent. But I couldn't handle the constant influx of new characters. When I finally thought I had gotten used to it, the author introduced the undercover name of the main character. Seriously, you couldn't live with 50 or so characters, you had to start giving them two names!? Interesting premise, good execution, but the raw number of characters was just too distracting for me to fully enjoy this.
LiteraryFeline on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I was first introduced to M.J. Rose's writing through her crime fiction series, featuring a sex therapist Dr. Morgan Snow. I enjoyed the series and so was excited when she came out with the Reincarnationist series, especially given the subject matter. Like so many books, however, the series went on my wish list, and I hadn't had the opportunity to read any of the books until now, beginning with the third book in the series, The Hypnotist. Although labeled a series, the Reincarnationist books (The Reincarnationist, The Memorist and The Hypnotist) can be read in any order. Their only connection seems to be the fact that they deal with past lives at their heart. The stories and the characters are independent of one another.The above synopsis only covers a piece of what can be found in The Hypnotist. So much is going on that I would not recommend setting the book aside once you start for days a time before returning to it. You may lose a thread or forget an important detail. I had the luxury of reading most of this book in one sitting and found it captivating all the while. It was never dull and each thread of the story seemed carefully crafted to create a suspenseful and fascinating ride. As I read, I could hardly wait to see how everything would come together in the end.The idea of past lives has long interested me, and so I was especially drawn to that aspect of the book. I haven't done nearly as much research into the subject as the author has, but my interest has been piqued. While the novel itself stretches believability, it does not do so in a way that interferes with the suspension of disbelief. I was hooked from the start and lost in the novel right through to the end. The characters were well developed, some more complex than others.Art history has never been one of my strong suits, but I am fascinated by history itself and find the world of art theft intriguing. One issue the novel brought up that especially caught my interest was the trail of ownership a piece of art may leave, the complexities of it and just how difficult it could be to trace the art back to its origin. History is full of its own mysteries. It is no wonder I love it so.Having been reading so many books about the Vietnam War recently, The Hypnotist was a nice change. I look forward to reading the rest of the books in the series.
etoiline on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Of the three books in the Reincarnationist series, I liked this one the best. The plot was tighter (if still on the very edge of believable) and the characters were more developed. Also, this one tugged at my emotions more being directly about art, which is a passion of mine. I'm still not a fan of when the author tells us too much instead of showing us, or by giving the protagonist information that we don't have, but it does keep you reading. This book more clearly showed the effects of karma on the reincarnated people, and it's nice to see the bad guys get their comeuppance. I appreciated the behind the scenes look at the museum and I wished I could be the librarian hired by the Phoenix Foundation. Like the previous books, this story mixes history and fiction well, and the author isn't afraid to put her characters in peril.Received as an eARC through the LT Early Reviewers program and Netgalley.
jbrubacher on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Ancient art may hold the key to finding out about our past lives. Lucian Glass, FBI, must track down those who would kill for the chance to unlock these secrets, while also dealing with headaches and dreams that reveal his own past lives and unfinished business.As a thriller, this book is solid. Short chapters and action quicken the pace to an exciting resolution. The author brings New York, the Met and its precious paintings and statues to life, describing the richness of these artefacts and their history with believable intensity.It's the characters that spoiled it for me. There are so many, and the plot is so complicated that I had a hard time connecting with any one person. Relationships are romanticized, and there's a lack of interesting women-- the're all props, superficial. This is a disappointment in comparison to the author's Morgan Snow series.The writing is strong and the series promises great things. If you're looking for a smart thriller without worrying about unforgettable characters, this book will no doubt satisfy.
crazyjster on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
To sum up this book, I could use the old saying, ¿Too many cooks spoil the broth.¿ I really, really wanted to enjoy this book. I think the subject matter was very interesting: hypnosis, re-incarnation, and art. It had a lot of promise, using mystery/crime and tying it in with real world places. Where it failed, was in the multitude of characters. There were so many random unnecessary characters with minor subplots that I felt it tended to distract me from the main story itself. It kind of reminded me of a screen-play writer writing bit parts in a movie so their friends could each have a line or two and qualify for a SAG card. It took about ten chapters before I could remotely get interested in the story, but was then able to stay interested after that. All in all, the main story itself was good, and the idea and thought put into the story was interesting and thought provoking, but it would have been much better with less characters.
Cecilturtle on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Suspended disbelief is a must with unique, fast paced mystery. However, if the reader can accept reincarnation theory and extreme coincidences, he will become fully immersed in the originality of the carefully crafted plot, the creative artistic and historical atmosphere and the well-defined characters. There are a few flaws: too many characters, deus ex-machina twists, abrupt ending. The general story, however, gives the sense of a well-researched book without too much moralizing and great suspense. A fabulous summer read.
pgmcc on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The Hypnotist is an enjoyable thriller dealing with the intricacies of art theft, the machinations of a fanatical reincarnationist who it appears will stop at nothing to prove the reality of reincarnation, and the devious scheming of Iranian government representatives to bring a relic held by the Metropolitan museum of New York back to their country where it was originally uncovered.The relic in question is an ancient eight foot tall statue of Hypnos, the Greek personification of sleep. This relic has more value to some people than its mere existence as a piece of surviving ancient history.M. J. Rose has done a good job of weaving a number of story strands together with several different groups interested in Hypnos for different reasons. She has also laced the novel with factual information, in particular about the art world, which adds credence to the main theme. It could, however, be considered biased against Iran.I imagine the Iranian government could take umbrage at being portrayed as willing to support illegal means to acquire the art piece in question.This book is the third in a series of books, the first being The Reincarnationist and the second The Memorist. I was afraid I would be at a disadvantage by not having read the earlier books, but that was not the case.I enjoyed the book, but one needs to be aware that it could be viewed as subliminal promotion for belief in reincarnation and it does require a generous application of poetic licence in some areas.Not a book I would recommend wholeheartedly, but if you wanted a light summer read, then this will fit the bill if you are not too concerned about a few flaws here and there.
JenSay on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book was difficult for me to stick with. There are many, many characters to follow (some of which I found unnecessary) and twists and turns throughout the plot that I wanted to follow, but just couldn¿t. I honestly think I might have been able to follow along better had it been an actual copy of the book. This was an e-book and I read it on my computer. I do think the premise of the book is interesting. Stolen art, reincarnation, mystery and intrigue¿all things I usually like in a book. I will give it another chance, but I will definitely find a hard copy for that read.
knittingmomof3 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
From My Blog...The Hypnotist is the third book in M.J. Rose¿s Reincarnationist series and the first one I have read. The previous two novels are The Reincarnationist and The Memorist, which inspired the television series, Past Life, which I have never seen, and a rather round about way of me stating that while the genre was not for me, the writing is absolutely brilliant. The Hypnotist opens with the death of Lucian Glass, which occurred twenty years ago, but now Lucian is an F.B.I. agent and part of the Art Crime Division who will travel through time and space, his past lives via hypnosis. Meanwhile, in Manhattan the Iran and America cultural exchange is not going quite as planned. The Metropolitan Museum of Art happens to have the statue of Hypos and claims it was bequeathed to them and they have the proper documentation of the lineage of this piece of art. Iran wants Hypos returned, first using legal channels through Vartan Reza and then devolving to Farid Taghinia and Samimi being ordered to recover Hypos. Rose writes extremely well and her characters are quite well developed and her plot lines and twists are solid, well placed, suspenseful and strong. The history of Hypos and the plans to steal a gigantic statue from Metropolitan Museum of Art intrigued me; unfortunately the paranormal aspects of this story were lost on me. I believe that had I an interest in this genre I would have truly enjoyed The Hypnotist. However, even the strength of M.J. Rose¿s writing could not change my opinion of paranormal romance, hypnosis and reincarnation. The Hypnotist is a strong book, and even though I have not read the previous two, guessing based on the strength of this novel, I would hazard to guess that if one was interested in a mystery/thriller steeped in the paranormal then this would be a series to read.
crazybatcow on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The book is well written - nice sentences, lots of details, an interesting premise.Unfortunately, there are a lot of characters with "foreign" names which makes it difficult to recall which is which and what they're doing. And... none of the characters make you want to connect with them - it was like reading about interesting cases from a clinical point of view. Someone got killed? Wow, but who cares since we never "knew" the dead guy anyway? A piece of art was destroyed, that's bad, right? Right? Logically, it's a bad thing, but emotionally? the storyteller didn't seem to care.That's the other part of this story I didn't really like - too much artsy-fartsy stuff - I don't know who these artists are, and I don't care. I don't care that the author knows X from Z... so please stop the art history lesson and continue with the story, k?More story, fewer art lessons, fewer politics and the addition of some emotional attachment to at least one character and this would have been a much better book.
mniday on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This was my first novel by M.J. Rose. This book is the third in a series, I have not read the previous two. While I could tell that there was quite a bit of back story that I had missed, it was not so much that I could not figure out what was going on and enjoy the story.I always enjoy thrillers that are centered around interesting subject, in this case, high end art theft and reincarnation. The Metropolitan Museum of Art is central to the story and the author shares quite a bit of information about the facility. I knew the basic concept behind reincarnation theory, but I admit that I learned quite a bit more about the history and how believers use hypnotism to explore a person's previous life.Don't let the museum atmosphere fool you into thinking the book is slow. There is plenty of action and twists with this one. Add in the political intrigue and you have a first-rate thriller. I do not like to give away any endings in my reviews, so I will just say that there are several interesting decoys along the way and a surprise ending that I enjoyed very much.I love discovering interesting new authors. I will check out the first two books in this series and then explore some of the earlier novels.