September 11 is just another day for most of the world, but in Ethiopia, which uses the Julian calendar, it is New Year's Day. For Salvatore Lagomarsino, every day is the same. He lives in a hilltop ghost town in the barren Ethiopian region of Afar. Every night he dreams about his death. In his dream it is always raining, but there are never any clouds in the sky. A large crowd gathers below his window, calling for his blood, but is then submerged by a flood. He knows this nightmare will eventually come true.
Sal is a third-generation leftover from Italy's failed colonial campaign of Ethiopia in the 1930s. His aunt, Rosanella, left the town, Nessuno, in the late '60s and went to Italy where she joined a left-wing terrorist organization, the Red Brigades. She returns in 2001 and convinces a destitute Sal to join the organization, which has been all but forgotten, and go to Italy to pacify a former comrade. Along the way he finds the Eden and the love he's been looking for all his life. But on September 11, his recurring nightmare becomes reality. He promised to kill for the Red Brigades, and "failure is not an option."
|Publisher:||Outskirts Press, Inc.|
|Product dimensions:||5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.51(d)|
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After 33 years he finally saw the sun rise, but its dazzling beauty faded from his memory as fast as a sunset in the dead of a desolate winter. He had too much on his mind to stop and think about sunrises. After all, he had just lost his virginity, and he had to open the café by himself for the first time.The tranquility of the early morning newness quickly gave way to a violently scorching day, one all too common in the Italian summer. He used the soapy bar rag to wipe the sweat off his glistening forehead. The air was so hot and still it was as if the devil ignited the furnace of the world right under the bar man’s feet. A tall, thin woman dressed in black from head to toe wearing a large black hat that cast a dark shadow over her adumbrative face sat down outside at a shaky wrought-iron table belonging to the Café Nazionale. She lit a thin black cigarette and waited to be served. With her left hand she sinisterly tapped a silver lighter against the gilded edge of the table. Salvatore studied her, finished wiping off the unused glasses at the bar and then hurried out to take her order. "Can I help you, signora?" he asked. "Hello, Salvatore. I hoped you’d be working today," she said and then looked up into his astonished face. She blew a puff of acrid blue smoke that strained through the meshed brim of her hat and clouded her briefly illuminated face. "It’s nice to finally see you," he said with a trace of disappointment in his voice. "I was wondering if I ever would again." "Wondering, or hoping you wouldn’t?" she smirked. "I’ve been meaning to call," he lied, "to tell you I found a job and wouldn’t need your help any longer, but I didn’t know how to get in touch with you." "That’s OK. I’ve been in Ireland and unreachable. Besides, we know you found a job. You’ve been watched. I’m happy, though, it makes a good cover," she said. A sly smile crossed her cracked, unadorned lips. "I haven’t seen anyone," said Sal, turning sharply to his right and knocking over a cigarette-filled glass ashtray that fell to the ground and shattered on impact. He quickly scanned the deserted square. "They’ve seen you." "Well, be that as it may, I don’t need to work for you anymore." "That’s no longer an option. You’re under our aegis, and I almost hate to think what will happen to you if you renege on our agreement. You’ve read the papers, and you know what we’re capable of."
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Myers perfectly blends historic fact with fiction and tells a riveting tale. This is a must-read for anyone who enjoys suspense novels.
My hat is off to Mr. Myers and his suspenseful debut novel. I have traveled in Italy extensively and appreciated his attention to detail. Anyone who enjoyed the recent Italian drama 'Best of Youth' with Luigi Lo Cascio and Alessio Boni will enjoy this book. Cheers!