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Fiction.
Thriller.
HTML:Dr. Peter Brown is an intern at Manhattan's worst hospital, with a talent for medicine, a shift from hell, and a past he'd prefer to keep hidden. Whether it's a blocked circumflex artery or a plan to land a massive malpractice suit, he knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men.
Pietro "Bearclaw" Brnwna is a hitman for the mob, with a genius for violence, a well-earned fear of sharks, and an overly close relationship with the Federal Witness Relocation Program. More likely to leave a trail of dead gangsters than a molecule of evidence, he's the last person you want to see in your hospital room.
Nicholas LoBrutto, aka Eddy Squillante, is Dr. Brown's new patient, with three months to live and a very strange idea: that Peter Brown and Pietro Brnwa might-just might-be the same person ...
Now, with the mob, the government, and death itself descending on the hospital, Peter has to buy time and do whatever it takes to keep his patients, himself, and his last shot at redemption alive. To get through the next eight hours-and somehow beat the reaper.
Spattered in adrenaline-fueled action and bone-saw-sharp dialogue, BEAT THE REAPER is a debut thriller so utterly original you won't be able to guess what happens next, and so shockingly entertaining you won't be able to put it down.… (lisätietoja)
I knew I would enjoy this book from page 1. It's fast-moving, muscular, and funny. I won't get into summary, here, beyond the fact that it's about a doctor with an unusual past and skillset in a crappy hospital in New York, and the things that happen to him over the course of one day, and the ways he deals with them, will have you grinning with glee.
If you're a fan of thrillers, read it. Even if, like me, you usually can't stand thrillers because of crappy writing. This writing isn't crappy. It's the best kind of writing for a thriller: it stays out of the way of the story.
Grazie a Peter Brown, ex killer entrato in un programma di protezione governativo, la mafia fa il suo ingresso tra le corsie di un famigerato ospedale di Manhattan. Quando Peter va come ogni mattina al lavoro in ospedale, non sa che la Grande Mietitrice lo aspetta, sotto le vesti di un paziente moribondo che è un suo vecchio conoscente di mafia. Se il paziente muore, il passato di Peter tornerà a galla. E questo non può accadere. Perché Peter è anche Pietro Brwna detto Orso, ex affiliato (ma per bontà d'animo) alla famiglia Locano. In questi anni in ospedale Peter è diventato il medico-eroe che abbiamo sempre sognato: cinico iconoclasta dal cuore d'oro che infrange ogni regola pur di salvare una vita... La sua lotta all'ultimo sangue con la Grande Mietitrice sta per cominciare, e diventa tutt'uno col desiderio irresistibile di saldare una volta per tutte i conti con la famiglia Locano. ( )
Beat the Reaper is definitely not a book to pick up if you happen to be recuperating in a hospital, but if you're stuck in an airport with a long flight delay, it's just what the doctor ordered.
Beat the Reaper is a skillful performance, and the proof lies in our willingness to swallow it whole. If at first we allow Mr. Bazell to hoodwink us because he’s so good, the true test comes later—when we forget we’ve been had.
And Bazell is really funny, mostly in a fast-flying, smart-alecky way, but with enough rim-shot silliness - as when Peter explains mobster Joey Camaro's nickname, "supposedly because he was constantly bitching." Peter is the crazy-looking guy at the back of the bus whom you kind of want to buy a beer. He's the person you both do and don't want on your side, kept around. He's the pigeon trying to beat the rat. And so is his story.
Bazell has sutured together Alan Alda's Capt. Hawkeye and James Gandolfini's Tony Soprano, and so long as he keeps everything operating fast enough, it's too much fun and too much gore to take your eyes off the page.
In the end I decided that, as with the footnotes, Bazell had more than earned my indulgence as a reader. If there’s a better recommendation for a story than that, I don’t know what it is.
Josh Bazell landed a lucrative publishing deal for his first novel shortly after graduating from medical school. To say that he's better at writing than most writers would be at practicing medicine is to understate Bazell's talent, but it's too good a line to pass up. Beat the Reaper, his highly anticipated debut, may be a bit short on art, but it's long on page-turning action and laughs.
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If Nietzsche is correct, that to shame a man is to kill him, then any honest attempt at autobiography will be an act of self-destruction. -Camus
Omistuskirjoitus
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In Memoriam Stanley Tanz, MD 1911-1996
Ensimmäiset sanat
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So I'm on my way to work and I stop to watch a pigeon fight a rat in the snow, and some fuckhead tries to mug me!
Sitaatit
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I should say here that being chronically sleep-deprived is so demonstrably similar to being drunk that hospitals often feel like giant, ceaseless office Christmas parties. Except that at a Christmas party the schmuck standing next to you isn’t about to fillet your pancreas with something called a ‘hot knife.’
"Status post," abbreviated "s/p," is a common medical term meaning "after" and implying "but not necessarily caused by." It's Latin for "Try suing me now, Fucker."
But rituals turn us all into fucking idiots. Like those birds that sleep with their heads facing backwards because their ancestors slept with their heads under their wings. Plutarch says caring new wives across thresholds is stupid because we do't remember that it refers to the rape of the Sabine women -- and that's fucking Plutarch, two thousand years ago. We still draw the Reaper with a scythe. We should draw him driving a John Deere for Archer Daniels Midland.
None of this says anything about her. It doesn't even tell you how she looked.
Most bottled water in a hospital has 5 percent dextrose. This is to prevent the phrase "Liter of plain fucking water: $35" from appearing on your bill.
In order to make it to Squillante's surgery I figure I'll have to do about four hours of work in the next two hours, then another four hours of work in the two hours afterward. I realize right off that this will require draping my med students with a bit more responsibility than is usual or legal, and also keeping at least one Moxfane under my tongue at all times. To balance things out ethically, I don't give my med students any Moxfane.
Magdalena looked Rom, which medieval Europeans called "Gypsy" because they thought the Roma originated in Egypt. They originated in India. It's a pretty good joke that Romania, which is historically one of the most racist countries on earth -- when it got its first political party primarily based on Jew-hating, in 1910, both its Liberal and Conservative parties were already officially "anti-Semitic" -- is also one of the most racially mixed, because it lies in a mountain pass used by every army in history. Unless you think jokes should be funny.
People think the ocean's about life, and freedom. But beaches are the most impassable barriers in nature. People worship them like they worship outer space, or death, or anything and anyone else that says no to them and means it.
The next thing I remember is waking up. The thing I remember after that is thinking that For a guy who complains all the time about never getting any sleep, I sure wake up a lot.
Prof. Marmoset has a kind of agelessness that comes from being smarter and better informed than, say, I will ever be, and having really thick hair.
Viimeiset sanat
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Fiction.
Thriller.
HTML:Dr. Peter Brown is an intern at Manhattan's worst hospital, with a talent for medicine, a shift from hell, and a past he'd prefer to keep hidden. Whether it's a blocked circumflex artery or a plan to land a massive malpractice suit, he knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men.
Pietro "Bearclaw" Brnwna is a hitman for the mob, with a genius for violence, a well-earned fear of sharks, and an overly close relationship with the Federal Witness Relocation Program. More likely to leave a trail of dead gangsters than a molecule of evidence, he's the last person you want to see in your hospital room.
Nicholas LoBrutto, aka Eddy Squillante, is Dr. Brown's new patient, with three months to live and a very strange idea: that Peter Brown and Pietro Brnwa might-just might-be the same person ...
Now, with the mob, the government, and death itself descending on the hospital, Peter has to buy time and do whatever it takes to keep his patients, himself, and his last shot at redemption alive. To get through the next eight hours-and somehow beat the reaper.
Spattered in adrenaline-fueled action and bone-saw-sharp dialogue, BEAT THE REAPER is a debut thriller so utterly original you won't be able to guess what happens next, and so shockingly entertaining you won't be able to put it down.
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If you're a fan of thrillers, read it. Even if, like me, you usually can't stand thrillers because of crappy writing. This writing isn't crappy. It's the best kind of writing for a thriller: it stays out of the way of the story.
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