A secret paints your face into a mask, and makes you watch those who are fooled by your performance. A secret is the hoard inside the maze of lies. My wife, I hasten to add, is far smarter, far wiser that I. This doesn’t make her powerless or a flawless innocent,either and this is not to say that she did not know what was going on my wife is capable of powerful, watching stillness. She simply went to work each day and took care of the kids while I found trouble. There were minor players in our little urban drama as well, and I’ll get to each other of those people, too, in time. We were an odd troupe who found one another across time and space. …what happened to me derived not from my marriage with Lisa but from the actions of four people - me, Caroline Crowley, Simon Crowley, and one other. He is careful, however, to make it clear that he takes full responsibility for acting on his sexual impulses, because… Of course her challenge is not without ties, and before long the pair are conducting a rather sordid affair that gives Porter a delicious new edge to his otherwise mundane marital life. His grossly mutilated body had been found several years earlier on a building site on the Lower Eastside but the police had never been able to track down the killer - could Porter do it for her? What he gets, however, is something else entirely: a story that could reinvigorate his jaded career, because Caroline wants him to discover who murdered her husband, Simon Crowley, a promising film director on the brink of international success. Porter is happily married to Lisa, a successful hand surgeon, and has two young children, but that doesn’t stop him flirting with Caroline and then going back to her luxurious apartment for what he hopes will be an exciting sexual encounter. The story begins when the improbably named Porter Wren, a 38-year-old newspaper columnist, attends a party thrown by the owner of his tabloid newspaper, a bullish Australian media magnate (who has a passing resemblance to Kerry Packer but is more likely to be a thinly veiled version of Rupert Murdoch), and is approached by a beautiful blonde woman called Caroline Crowley. It’s a detective story told through the eyes of a journalist (rather than a cop) and has all the key ingredients for a superb story: a slightly narcissistic protagonist, a mysterious femme fatale and a violent murder to solve, all set within the seedy labyrinth of New York City. Fiction – paperback Picador 358 pages 2008.įirst published in 1996, Manhattan Nocturne is one of those dark, sexy thrillers that pays homage to hardboiled noir.
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