In questa storia i misteri e le domande, a cui non seguono risposte adeguate, si susseguono incessantemente, creando una bella atmosfera fatta di suspense, rivelazioni e colpi di scena a più livelli.

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May has written novels set in the Outer Hebrides before, and this novel is bound to have readers seeking out his earlier works. A brilliant read!A man wakes up on a beach, with no memory of who he is or how he got their, he appears to be known as Neal Maclean, though this rings no bells for him. In 2006, Firemaker was runner up for the Best Crime Novel category in the Elle Magazine, Grand Prix de Litterature. Snakehead was the winner at the Salon Polar and Co, Cognac in the 2007 Prix Intramuros (France), and shortlisted at the Salon Polar and Co, Cognac in the 2007 Prix International as well. Chinese Whispers was shortlisted at the Salon Polar and Co, Cognac in the 2008 Prix International. The story was involved but always intriguing, I enjoyed the characters very much and there was a bit of a twist at the end which I was not expecting. One star lost though for bombarding me with 'scientific' information. If I wanted to know that much detail about bees I would read a science journal and be sure I was reading facts. That's just me though.

Peter May - Book Series In Order Peter May - Book Series In Order

The novel begins with a man washed up on a beach, sand on his lips, clothes soaked through and shivering half to death as he manages to stagger to his feet and looks around with a feeling of foreboding, only to realise that he cannot remember who he is. Catching the eye of a local busybody who swiftly takes his arm and dispatches him to a cottage, he discovers that he is Neal Maclean.. Or is he? His utility bill tells him so, and informs him that he resides at Dune Cottage, Luskentyre on the Isle of Harris.. All news to 'Neal' and when his neighbours tell him that he is an academic spending his sabbatical writing a book about the enduring mystery of the three lighthouse keepers who disappeared from the Flannan Isles in 1900 he is again left nonplussed. If that is the case he can find no trace on his computer, nothing to point him further than the dog-eared map with a clearly marked route, known locally as coffin road and regarded until fairly recently as the route which people on the east coast of Harris used to carry their dead over the hills to bury them on the west side. 'Neal' treks the marked route the following day, discovering bee hives that he clearly has some familiarity with and eventually venturing out to the Flannan Isles, only to come across a dead man's body lying in the derelict chapel that stands alongside the lighthouse. All in all this is more than enough to cause him to wonder if that explains the ominous feeling he felt when he washed up on the beach. Spotting a tourist excursion as he flees the Flannans, 'Neal' knows the police will soon be on his tail, but decides to travel south in the hope of discovering his identity and thus proving whether or not he is responsible for murdering the man. Could he have killed a man and does this explain his dissociative amnesia? 'Neal's' story is delivered in the first person and gets off to a promising start, albeit the dissociative amnesia has a familiar feel, largely because it has been fairly generously employed in the crime fiction genre to date.I don’t think I’m sharing any spoilers by mentioning that the novel touches on the work of large pharmaceutical / drug companies and agro / biochemicals and stuff. My eyes tend to glaze over when it comes to conspiracy theories and that coupled with detailed information about bees could have sent me running for the hills. Late one night, after a few drinks, a friend told me about some books he’d read. He’d admitted that he didn’t often read fiction but that during a period of recovery form an operation he’d been gifted the first in a mini-series of three and had subsequently devoured the whole set. It got my attention and I asked him the name of the author. By the next morning I’d not only forgotten the writers name but the whole conversation was lost to me too. However, some months later, whilst browsing my local bookstore, I came across a crime fiction novel and the description rang a distant bell. Could this be the fabled work that had so excited my friend, the non-reader? It turned out that it was and a few weeks later I’d repeated the feat and all three books had been consumed. The books comprise the Lewis Trilogy, written by Scottish wordsmith Peter May.