The Final Silence

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” “What use was a prayer?” Stuart Neville, The Final Silence Related articles 2015 Edgar Award Nominations Revealed A cache of crime writers Traveler’s Guide to Belfast, Ireland
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Mickey Choate

I was traveling when the news arrived. Mickey Choate, my literary agent, had died suddenly. As his wife, Laurel, later explained to me, this long-time runner and life-long non-smoker had been diagnosed with lung cancer. The disease was brutal and quick. He was 52. Along with Laurel, he’s mourned by his children, family, friends, colleagues
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Finding my North Carolina roots

In 1993, I was a reluctant transplant to the Triangle. Born and raised in Chicago, I considered myself a big-city girl. I’d lived in Mexico City, San Francisco and Lima, Peru. Several times, I’d talked my way into – and out of – Peruvian prisons run entirely by inmates who considered Americans lower than stray
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A senseless execution

Like so many, I felt horror at the death of Jordanian pilot Muath Al-Kaseasbeh, apparently burned alive by Islamic State militants. In a slick and gruesome video, the militants celebrate the atrocity while also making the specious claim that they chose this cruel method to retaliate for coalition air strikes. Like so many, when I heard this news, I
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To be a knife

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” “What a pleasant thing it would be to be a knife, always eager to take the path of least resistance, always drawn to the weak points, falling through tendons and skin
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Guantánamo Diary

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” The third man was not masked; he stayed at the door holding the dog’s collar, ready to release it on me. Mohamedou Ould Slahi, Guantánamo Diary   Related articles First diary
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Authority

  In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” “Control had the feeling he did not want to see the rooms the hardware techs worked in, the miserable languishing corpses of the computers of past decades, the chaotic unintentional
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Wild

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” And yes, I know I’m extraordinarily late to this book! “Blood gushed from her soft nostrils in a sudden, great torrent, hitting the snow so hot it hissed.” Wild by Cheryl
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Is torture a “meet cute” plot device?

I was delving into the torture report released by the Senate Intelligence Committee last week when my daughter texted. A senior at college, she was following the New York Times’ Twitter feed as reporters raced to the end of the just-declassified executive summary. “Everything that’s coming out with this torture stuff is incredible,” she wrote. “What is going to happen?”
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The Book of Strange New Things

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” It was as though different vintages of sadness were stored in different parts of his mind, stacked chronologically, and his tear ducts were on the end of electrical wires that didn’t
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