Recursion: A Novel by Blake Crouch (English) Hardcover Book

Description: Recursion by Blake Crouch NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • From the bestselling author of Dark Matter and the Wayward Pines trilogy comes a relentless thriller about time, identity, and memory—his most mind-boggling, irresistible work to date, and the inspiration for Shondalands upcoming Netflix film."Gloriously twisting . . . a heady campfire tale of a novel."—The New York Times Book ReviewNAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY Time • NPR • BookRiotReality is broken. At first, it looks like a disease. An epidemic that spreads through no known means, driving its victims mad with memories of a life they never lived. But the force thats sweeping the world is no pathogen. Its just the first shock wave, unleashed by a stunning discovery—and whats in jeopardy is not our minds but the very fabric of time itself. In New York City, Detective Barry Sutton is closing in on the truth—and in a remote laboratory, neuroscientist Helena Smith is unaware that she alone holds the key to this mystery . . . and the tools for fighting back. Together, Barry and Helena will have to confront their enemy—before they, and the world, are trapped in a loop of ever-growing chaos.Praise for Recursion"An action-packed, brilliantly unique ride that had me up late and shirking responsibilities until I had devoured the last page . . . a fantastic read."—Andy Weir, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Martian"Another profound science-fiction thriller. Crouch masterfully blends science and intrigue into the experience of what it means to be deeply human."—Newsweek"Definitely not one to forget when youre packing for vacation . . . [Crouch] breathes fresh life into matters with a mix of heart, intelligence, and philosophical musings."—Entertainment Weekly"A trippy journey down memory lane . . . [Crouchs] intelligence is an able match for the challenge hes set of overcoming the structure of time itself."—Time"Wildly entertaining . . . another winning novel from an author at the top of his game."—AV Club FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Blake Crouch is a bestselling novelist and screenwriter. His novels include Upgrade, Recursion, Dark Matter, and the Wayward Pines trilogy, which was adapted into a television series for FOX. Crouch also co-created the TNT show Good Behavior, based on his Letty Dobesh novellas. He lives in Colorado. Review "A mind-bending thriller."—USA Today "[Crouch] has sketched out the rules for a new reality. . . . [Recursion] has a thrumming pulse that moves beyond big ideas and into their effects on a larger, more complex world."—NPR "[Recursion] will keep you up all night—first because you cant stop reading it, and then because you cant stop thinking about it."—BuzzFeed "[An] epic page-turner."—Good Housekeeping "Quintessential SF . . . [features] wrenching emotional moments . . . tense and vivid action scenes . . . eminently rigorous and logical methodology and science . . . And yet you will not predict anything."—Locus "[A] fantastic philosophical thriller [with] ingenious plotting, cinematic action and unflappable characters."—Minneapolis StarTribune "Recursion will leave you breathless as it dives headfirst into a strange reality."—PopSugar "The fragile elements of time, identity, and memory intertwine in Crouchs unforgettable new sci-fi thriller. . . . A lightning-paced, techno-fantasy that lingers long after the last, mind-numbing page."—SyFy Wire "The smartest, most surprising thriller of the summer."—BookPage"Crouch isnt just a world-class thriller writer, hes a Philip K. Dick for the modern age. Recursion takes mind-twisting premises and embeds them in a deeply emotional story about time and loss and grief and most of all, the glory of the human heart."—Gregg Hurwitz, #1 internationally bestselling author of the Orphan X series"Blake Crouch has invented his own brand of page-turner—fearlessly genre-bending, consistently surprising, and determined to explode the boundaries of what a thriller can be."—Karin Slaughter, #1 internationally bestselling author of Pieces of Her "Brilliant. Crouchs innovative novels never fail to grip!"—Sarah Pekkanen, #1 New York Times bestselling co-author of The Wife Between Us and An Anonymous Girl "A masterful mind-bender of a novel. Crouch brilliantly infuses his story with dire repercussions and unexpected moral upheaval, and leaves you wondering what you would do if you had the chance to turn back the clock."—Mark Sullivan, #1 New York Times bestselling coauthor of the Private series and author of Beneath a Scarlet Sky "Cutting-edge science drives this intelligent, mind-bending thriller. . . . Crouch effortlessly integrates sophisticated philosophical concepts—such as the relationship of human perceptions of what is real to actual reality—into a complex and engrossing plot. Michael Crichtons fans wont want to miss this one."—Publishers Weekly (starred review) "Completely engrossing . . . highly recommended, especially for readers who enjoy suspenseful, fast-moving, well-crafted, science-based SF."—Library Journal (starred review) Review Quote "Its not often I plow through a book in two days. But Blake Crouchs action-packed, brilliantly unique "Recursion" had me up late and shirking responsibilities until I had devoured the last page. A fantastic read." --Andy Weir, #1 New York Times bestselling author of THE MARTIAN "Blake Crouch has invented his own brand of page-turner--fearlessly genre-bending, consistently surprising, and determined to explode the boundaries of what a thriller can be." --Karin Slaughter, #1 bestselling author "Blake Crouch is brilliant. His innovative novels never fail to grip!" --Sarah Pekkanen, New York Times bestselling co-author of THE PERFECT WIFE "Fans eagerly embraced [Crouchs] 2016 Dark Matter, a pulse-pounding thriller...Here, he again combines fast paced action with cutting edge scientific theory, this time taking a deep dive into memory, identity, and their intersections within the human mind. Reminiscent of the best and most fantastic works by Philip K. Dick, this is set to be a bestseller. Crouch is a rising star to watch closely." --Library Journal Excerpt from Book Barry November 2, 2018 Barry Sutton pulls over into the fire lane at the main entrance of the Poe Building, an Art Deco tower glowing white in the illumination of its exterior sconces. He climbs out of his Crown Vic, rushes across the sidewalk, and pushes through the revolving door into the lobby. The night watchman is standing by the bank of elevators, holding one open as Barry hurries toward him, his shoes echoing off the marble. "What floor?" Barry asks as he steps into the elevator car. "Forty-one. When you get up there, take a right and go all the way down the hall." "More cops will be here in a minute. Tell them I said to hang back until I give a signal." The elevator races upward, belying the age of the building around it, and Barrys ears pop after a few seconds. When the doors finally part, he moves past a sign for a law firm. Theres a light on here and there, but the floor stands mostly dark. He runs along the carpet, passing silent offices, a conference room, a break room, a library. The hallway finally opens into a reception area thats paired with the largest office. In the dim light, the details are all in shades of gray. A sprawling mahogany desk buried under files and paperwork. A circular table covered in notepads and mugs of cold, bitter-smelling coffee. A wet bar stocked with expensive-looking bottles of scotch. A glowing aquarium that hums on the far side of the room and contains a small shark and several tropical fish. As Barry approaches the French doors, he silences his phone and removes his shoes. Taking the handle, he eases the door open and slips out onto the terrace. The surrounding skyscrapers of the Upper West Side look mystical in their luminous shrouds of fog. The noise of the city is loud and close--car horns ricocheting between the buildings and distant ambulances racing toward some other tragedy. The pinnacle of the Poe Building is less than fifty feet above--a crown of glass and steel and gothic masonry. The woman sits fifteen feet away beside an eroding gargoyle, her back to Barry, her legs dangling over the edge. He inches closer, the wet flagstones soaking through his socks. If he can get close enough without detection, hell drag her off the edge before she knows what-- "I smell your cologne," she says without looking back. He stops. She looks back at him, says, "Another step and Im gone." Its difficult to tell in the ambient light, but she appears to be in the vicinity of forty. She wears a dark blazer and matching skirt, and she must have been sitting out here for a while, because her hair has been flattened by the mist. "Who are you?" she asks. "Barry Sutton. Im a detective in the Central Robbery Division of NYPD." "They sent someone from the Robbery--?" "I happened to be closest. Whats your name?" "Ann Voss Peters." "May I call you Ann?" "Sure." "Is there anyone I can call for you?" She shakes her head. "Im going to step over here so you dont have to keep straining your neck to look at me." Barry moves away from her at an angle that also brings him to the parapet, eight feet down from where shes sitting. He glances once over the edge, his insides contracting. "All right, lets hear it," she says. "Im sorry?" "Arent you here to talk me off? Give it your best shot." He decided what he would say riding up in the elevator, recalling his suicide training. Now, squarely in the moment, he feels less confident. The only thing hes sure of is that his feet are freezing. "I know everything feels hopeless to you in this moment, but this is just a moment, and moments pass." Ann stares straight down the side of the building, four hundred feet to the street below, her palms flat against the stone that has been weathered by decades of acid rain. All she would have to do is push off. He suspects shes walking herself through the motions, tiptoeing up to the thought of doing it. Amassing that final head of steam. He notices shes shivering. "May I give you my jacket?" he asks. "Im pretty sure you dont want to come any closer, Detective." "Why is that?" "I have FMS." Barry resists the urge to run. Of course hes heard of False Memory Syndrome, but hes never known or met someone with the affliction. Never breathed the same air. He isnt sure he should attempt to grab her now. Doesnt even want to be this close. No, f*** that. If she moves to jump, hell try to save her, and if he contracts FMS in the process, so be it. Thats the risk you take becoming a cop. "How long have you had it?" he asks. "One morning, about a month ago, instead of my home in Middlebury, Vermont, I was suddenly in an apartment here in the city, with a stabbing pain in my head and a terrible nosebleed. At first, I had no idea where I was. Then I remembered . . . this life too. Here and now, Im single, an investment banker, I live under my maiden name. But I have . . ."--she visibly braces herself against the emotion--"memories of my other life in Vermont. I was a mother to a nine-year-old boy named Sam. I ran a landscaping business with my husband, Joe Behrman. I was Ann Behrman. We were as happy as anyone has a right to be." "What does it feel like?" Barry asks, taking a clandestine step closer. "What does what feel like?" "Your false memories of this Vermont life." "I dont just remember my wedding. I remember the fight over the design for the cake. I remember the smallest details of our home. Our son. Every moment of his birth. His laugh. The birthmark on his left cheek. His first day of school and how he didnt want me to leave him. But when I try to picture Sam, hes in black and white. Theres no color in his eyes. I tell myself they were blue. I only see black. "All my memories from that life are in shades of gray, like film noir stills. They feel real, but theyre haunted, phantom memories." She breaks down. "Everyone thinks FMS is just false memories of the big moments of your life, but what hurts so much more are the small ones. I dont just remember my husband. I remember the smell of his breath in the morning when he rolled over and faced me in bed. How every time he got up before I did to brush his teeth, I knew hed come back to bed and try to have sex. Thats the stuff that kills me. The tiniest, perfect details that make me know it happened." "What about this life?" Barry asks. "Isnt it worth something to you?" "Maybe some people get FMS and prefer their current memories to their false ones, but theres nothing about this life I want. Ive tried, for four long weeks. I cant fake it anymore." Tears carve trails through her eyeliner. "My son never existed. Do you get that? Hes just a beautiful misfire in my brain." Barry ventures another step toward her, but she catches him this time. "Dont come any closer." "You are not alone." "I am very f***ing alone." "Ive only known you a few minutes, and I will be devastated if you do this. Think about the people in your life who love you. Think how theyll feel." "I tracked Joe down," Ann says. "Who?" "My husband. He was living in a mansion out on Long Island. He acted like he didnt recognize me, but I know he did. He had a whole other life. He was married--I dont know to who. I dont know if he had kids. He acted like I was crazy." "Im sorry, Ann." "This hurts too much." "Look, Ive been where you are. Ive wanted to end everything. And Im standing here right now telling you Im glad I didnt. Im glad I had the strength to ride it out. This low point isnt the book of your life. Its just a chapter." "What happened to you?" "I lost my daughter. Life has broken my heart too." Ann looks at the incandescent skyline. "Do you have photos of her? Do you still talk with people about her?" "Yes." "At least she once existed." There is simply nothing he can say to that. Ann looks down through her legs again. She kicks off one of her pumps. Watches it fall. Then sends the other one plummeting after it. "Ann, please." "In my previous life, my false life, Joes first wife, Franny, jumped from this building, from this ledge actually, fifteen years ago. She had clinical depression. I know he blamed himself. Before I left his house on Long Island, I told Joe I was going to jump from the Poe Building tonight, just like Franny. It sounds silly and desperate, but I hoped hed show up here tonight and save me. Like he failed to do for her. At first, I thought you might be him, but he never wore cologne." She smiles--wistful--then adds, "Im thirsty." Barry glances through the French doors and the dark office, sees two patrolmen standing at the ready by the reception desk. He looks back at Ann. "Then why dont you climb down from there, and well walk inside together and get you a glass of water." "Would you bring it to me out here?" "I cant leave you." Her hands are shaking now, and he registers a sudden resolve in her eyes. She looks at Barry. "This isnt your fault," she says. "It was always going to end this way." "Ann, no--" "My son has been erased." And with a casual grace, she eases herself off the edge. Description for Library In this follow-up to Dark Matter, which has sold more than 400,000 copies, Barry Sutton learns that a new technology for preserving our more beloved memories can also be used to remake them. Rights sold to Netflix in a multistudio auction. Details ISBN1524759783 Author Blake Crouch Short Title RECURSION Pages 336 Language English ISBN-10 1524759783 ISBN-13 9781524759780 Format Hardcover DEWEY 813.6 Year 2019 Subtitle A Novel Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2019-06-11 NZ Release Date 2019-06-11 US Release Date 2019-06-11 Place of Publication New York UK Release Date 1900-01-01 Publisher Random House USA Inc Publication Date 2019-06-11 Imprint Ballantine Books Inc. Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:124698508;

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