Paris in the Dark

by Robert Olen Butler Narrated by Robertson Dean

Overview

With Paris in the Dark, Pulitzer Prize winner Robert Olen Butler returns to his lauded Christopher Marlowe Cobb series and proves once again that he can craft "a ripping good yarn" (Wall Street Journal) with unmistakably literary underpinnings.



Autumn 1915. World War I is raging across Europe but Woodrow Wilson has kept Americans out of the trenches-though that hasn't stopped young men and women from crossing the Atlantic to volunteer at the front. Christopher "Kit" Cobb, a Chicago reporter with a second job as undercover agent for the U.S. government, is officially in Paris doing a story on American ambulance drivers, but his intelligence handler, James Polk Trask, soon broadens his mission. City-dwelling civilians are meeting death by dynamite in a new string of bombings, and the German-speaking Kit seems just the man to figure out who is behind them-possibly a German operative who has snuck in with the waves of refugees coming in from the provinces and across the border in Belgium. But there are elements in this pursuit that will test Kit Cobb, in all his roles, to the very limits of his principles, wits, and talents for survival.



Fleetly plotted but engaging with political and cultural issues that deeply resonate today, Paris in the Dark is this series' best novel yet.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

07/02/2018
In Butler’s flawed fifth outing for Christopher “Kit” Cobb (after 2014’s The Empire of Night), the Chicago newspaperman who doubles as an American spy, investigates a series of seemingly random bombings in Paris in the autumn of 1915. Kit, who’s in Paris to write a feature story on American ambulance drivers, suspects the culprits could be among the many refugees flooding into the city to avoid the war in the countryside. Slowly, however, his focus shifts to a different group of saboteurs: American terrorists seeking to coax the U.S. into the conflict. Though Butler effectively captures the social flavor and visuals of WWI-era Paris, thriller readers accustomed to logic and procedure will be frustrated. Kit, for instance, never visits the scene of a bombing or interviews witnesses, and the finale takes place in that old chestnut, the Catacombs, where the bombers have inexplicably holed up to build their next explosive device. Series fans who don’t mind melodrama and the sometimes lead-footed tempo will be satisfied. Agent: Warren Frazier, John Hawkins & Assoc. (Sept.)

From the Publisher

Praise for Paris in the Dark:

"Paris in the Dark, with its ironic twists, is reminiscent of Somerset Maugham’s World War I espionage tales...Mr. Butler...brings an earlier era to such convincing life through details, attitudes and reactions at once realistic and surprising."—Tom Nolan, The Wall Street Journal

"Butler returns to his outstanding historical-mystery series starring Christopher "Kit" Marlowe Cobb with WWI in full swing...There are strong echoes of Hemingway...in the melancholy and sense of tragic inevitability that hangs over the book. Beneath the frame story, this is a surprisingly introspective and quite moving novel about love and war." —Booklist

"Best is Butler's feel for the black-and-white-movie atmospherics of a war zone after hours: It's a thrill to follow Kit to German hangouts like Le Rouge et le Noir, where a password will get you in, but ther's no guarantee you'll get out."—Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times Book Reivew

"Paris in the Dark...starts with that literal bang and doesn’t let up, surrounding its engaging protagonist with rich atmosphere and a propulsive plot...a satisfying, stylish thrill."—The Tampa Bay Times Praise for Robert Olen Butler and the Christopher Marlowe Cobb series:

“[A] thrilling historical series . . . Butler does a terrific job of depicting both the journalist’s facility for teasing information from his subjects and the spy’s incessant fear of being discovered. There’s something almost magical about the way the author re-creates this 1915 milieu.”—Wall Street Journal, on The Empire of Night

“This high-spirited adventure by the Pulitzer Prize-winning author Robert Olen Butler is an antic concoction of genre clichés, literary sendups, personal homages, fanciful history and passages of great writing.”—New York Times Book Review, on The Hot Country

“[Butler’s] writing is both crisp and thoughtful, his people ring true and he offers an amusing portrait of a golden age in journalism . . . A thinking person’s thriller, the kind of exotic adventure that, in better days, would have been filmed by Sam Peckinpah.”—Washington Post, on The Hot Country

“A cracking good spy thriller, with a cast of memorable characters and a terrifically suspenseful plot that will have you casting the movie as you read. And Butler’s elegant writing elevates the book—he is a master of everything from lyrical description to believable dialogue.”—Tampa Bay Times, on The Empire of Night

“[An] outstanding work of historical fiction.”—Huntington News, on The Star of Istanbul

“A smart and layered yarn . . . propulsive reading . . . Butler has developed a knack for snapping off taut, Hammett-esque sentences at tense moments.”—Minneapolis Star Tribune, on The Empire of Night

“The novel commingles character-driven historical fiction with melodrama and swashbuckling action . . . [Butler] holds the reader transfixed, like a kid at a Saturday matinee.”—Booklist (starred review), on The Star of Istanbul

“Robert Olen Butler is having fun in The Hot Country and readers will too. An intelligent entertainment with colorful history.”—Joseph Kanon, on The Hot Country

Product Details

BN ID:	2940170214020
Publisher:	HighBridge Company
Publication date:	09/04/2018
Series:	Christopher Marlowe Cobb , #4
Edition description:	Unabridged

Read an Excerpt

From off to the west the air cracked. The sound brass-knuckled us and faded away.

A bomb. Awful big or very near.

All around me the shadows of men had risen up and were retreating into the bar. They had the Zepps in mind. I jumped up too but stepped out onto the pavement of Boulevard Montparnasse.

It wasn’t Zepps. I’d have heard their engines. And the crack and fade were distinctive. Dynamite. This was a hand-delivered explosive. I looked west. Five hundred yards along the boulevard I could make out a billow of smoke glowing piss-yellow in the dark.

I made off in that direction at a swift jog.

My footfalls rang loud. As I neared, there were sounds. Battlefield sounds just after an engagement. The silence of ceased weapon fire filled with the afterclap of moaning, of gasping babble.

The police were wading into the bomb site now. I took a step off the island and onto the cobbles. My foot nudged something and I stopped again. I looked down.

A man’s naked arm, severed at the elbow, its hand with palm turned upward, its fingers splayed in the direction of the café, as if it were the master of ceremonies to this production of the Grand Guignol. Mesdames et messieurs, je vous présente la Grande Guerre. The goddamn Great War.

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