But something happens out there in the depths of space, and when Ronan returns home to his family, home is not as he left it.
Painfully shy Oscar depends on his brother, Mandel, for everything, so when Mandel dies, Oscar’s world falls apart.
But, with the help of a beer or two and Mandel’s old bucket hat, Oscar discovers he can bring back Mandel from the grave for a visit.
Hoping to find out who she is, Sergio gives up the lonely life he has lived ever since his painful divorce. It’s the beginning of an adventure that will take him from the streets of Rome to the Tuscan countryside. Along the way, Sergio explores his relationship with his sixteen-year-old daughter, his ex-wife and his friends, some of whom understand him better than others, but none of whom can truly help him on his quest to find the woman he loves. To do that, he must dive deep into his past, all the way down to the edge where the meaning of his entire life is as precarious as a bubble of air in the bloodstream.
“The Purple Room” is a magnetic and gripping psychological drama, filled with those moments of bittersweet comedy, misunderstanding and heartbreak that all too often punctuate every search for a partner. A journey of self-discovery, in which a deep and uncompromising self-awareness goes hand in hand with the universal desire to find someone to love.
“Intense and moving. Delicate like the touch of cotton sheets in the summer. A page-turner, kidnaps the reader with impeccable style and storytelling worth a prize.” – Booksblog
“Casiraghi’s style is smooth, tight and spare.” – Il Corriere della Sera
“A deeply human journey, both painful and magnetic. (…) A bittersweet ending which leaves you with food for thought and a half-smile on your face.” DG MAG
“A craftily-woven plot that sucks the reader in with the pace of a psychological thriller, for such becomes Sergio’s life, filled with questions, traps, revelations, all leading to the final discovery of oneself.” Stilos
“The story unfolds in a gripping and suspended atmosphere, where euphoria, desperation and self-doubt come together in equal measure (…) Casiraghi’s novel is like a mirror where, beyond the twists and turns of the plot, the reader finds another tale to identify with. It is one of those stories in which, even without accidents or memory loss, each one of us can become the main character and, in the end, must come to terms with the past…” Liberazione
“The Purple Room runs on two tracks: on one hand, Sergio’s present life, the aftermath of his failed marriage, the bittersweet conflict with his teenage daughter, the comforting presence of his close friends; on the other, the stubborn search for the image of a woman he cannot forget. These tracks are joined together by a clever alternation of tenses. The present tense gives us what Sergio sees in front of his eyes, like a photograph. The simple past makes us dive into the narrator’s mind, where his memories are kept. At times, the two tenses blend together in the same paragraph, bringing out with great force the dream-like texture of this novel.” Sguardomobile.it
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mauro Casiraghi was born in Milan, Italy. After receiving a degree in English and Creative Writing in Montreal, Canada, and publishing his first short stories in English, he went back to Italy to work as a successful screenwriter for cinema and television. He is the author of three novels, a collection of short stories, and a book of interviews on the art of writing. His first novel, “The Purple Room”, received the Carver Prize and Carlo Cassola Prize for literature.
She has no memory of any life before, no one knows her.
Who is she? Where has she come from?
She looks like a missing backpacker, Susan, she sounds like Susan, but her name is Jane.
Her past life is an unknown place from where she knows no one.
Now she has to try to make a new life without any connections to her past.
This is the final book of the Crocodile Spirit Dreaming Series. It tells the story of an English backpacker who went travelling in Outback Australia with a man who loved crocodiles, and how her life turned into a horror nightmare. Finally she gets her freedom only to disappear.
Susan was on trial for murder when she vanished. She had been just released on bail, despite pleading guilty, when new evidence indicating self-defense was found. She was also pregnant and expecting twins.
Since she has gone only a pair of shoes she was wearing have been found. They were next to a waterhole full of crocodiles. It is feared that she and her unborn children are dead, taken by crocodiles.
More than a year passes without any other trace of her. An inquest has made an open finding on her disappearance.
What is the link between Susan and this girl Jane who turns up out of nowhere, knowing no one, remembering nothing? Can this girl, Jane, build a new and happy life with just her two small children. Can a tragedy of the past ever be overcome?
This is the story of the remaking of a new life from the broken shell of the old – how memories of the old threaten to tear apart the new. And always, at the dark edge, lurks an ancient creature of the deep, a being whose lineage is the long lost Australian dreamtime, before the spirits made this land.
Yet from this dark can come a new place, a place where sunlit shadows dance.
FLOWERS FOR MRS. LUSKIN: The divorce was vicious, but at least it hadn’t turned deadly. Then came the flowers.
At the best house in the best neighborhood in Hollywood, Florida, Marie Luskin answered her front door and saw a deliveryman holding a floral arrangement. From behind the leaves and petals he pulled out a pistol and pointed it at her. At the time, she was embroiled in the biggest divorce in the county’s history.
But why didn’t the gunman shoot and kill her? According to Marie, he demanded all her money and then hit her with the gun. According to the prosecutor, he shot her. But the jury agreed on one thing: that Marie’s wealthy, estranged husband, Paul, was clearly behind a murder-for-hire. Then the truth came out.
SPEED KILLS: He built the fastest boats — for royalty, the rich, spies, smugglers, Feds and a former U.S. President. Then came six shots.
It was the era of cool shades and Miami Vice, and Don Aronow’s Cigarette boats were the symbol of the city’s sun-drenched decadence. But faster than his speed boats was Aronow himself — in races behind the throttle, in business deals and on the town with his collection of stunning women. And then, in broad daylight, someone in a dark Lincoln gunned him down.
Who had Don double-dealt? A dope smuggler? The Mafia? The husband or boyfriend of one of his many paramours? And after ten years of dogged work, did Miami police get it right — or were they dead wrong?
UNTIL PROVEN INNOCENT: The prosecutor was no longer sure both murder defendants were guilty. So he asked his dad — the real-life Kojak.
A mother’s dying, gasping call to 911: “My husband! My baby!” In her secluded ranch house, she’d been stabbed with a kitchen knife. Her husband, infant and elderly father-in-law had all been shot in the head, point-blank.
For three years, police had two suspects under surveillance, then arrest. Both faced the death penalty. But prosecutor Brian Cavanagh began to doubt that the defendants were partners. So he consulted with his father, a retired NYPD cop whose reputation for savvy sleuthing had inspired the creation of one of the most beloved characters in television history. Now the question was: Could Dad help solve the case?
THE UNSOLVED MURDER OF ADAM WALSH: The medical examiner misidentified the body. The cops blamed the wrong suspect. What really happened to Adam Walsh?
In 1981, America was captivated — and horrified — by the kidnapping and reported murder of six-year-old Adam Walsh. Florida police ultimately identified the decapitated head of a found child as Adam, and implicated an out-of-town drifter as the murderer.
But something about the investigation was incomplete. And wrong. In this special Single Edition of his controversial two-book chronicle, journalist Arthur Jay Harris reveals that Walsh’s kidnapper was actually the notorious serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer, that the body found by police was misidentified, and that Adam Walsh is quite possibly — even probably — still alive.