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Ulrich stared at Clements, wanting to believe he’d misheard. Even in the grand panoply of CIA incompetence, this one would be a standout.
“Let me get this straight,” he said, deliberately speaking slowly and clearly so Clements and the rest of the Langley contingent assembled before him would understand exactly what Ulrich made of their collective mental acuity. “Ninety-two interrogation videotapes, and you’re telling me they’re just . . . missing?”
Clements shifted his weight from one foot to the other, the frozen grass crunching under his wingtips. “We think there were ninety-two. We’re still trying to get an accurate inventory.”
Ulrich looked past Clements at the precise rows of thousands of white markers, their expanse dazzling in the brilliant morning sun. Well, at least now he understood why Clements had wanted to meet here. No one was going to notice, much less overhear, a small group of men paying their respects to the honored dead of Arlington National Cemetery. No records, no witnesses, no proof this conversation had ever happened.
“All right,” Ulrich said, running the fingers of a gloved hand along his thick gray beard. “First thing I need to know. What’s on these tapes?”
Clements glanced at the man to his left and then at the one to his right. Stephen Clements, Michael Killman, John Alkire. The deputy director of the CIA, the director of the National Clandestine Service, and the director of the Counterterrorism Center. Half the bureaucratic firepower of the entire Agency, huddling in their dark overcoats like an incipient union of funeral directors.
“Are you going to tell me? Or are we all just going to stand out here and freeze?”
Clements said nothing, and Ulrich was suddenly concerned at how meekly the man was taking his licks. Ulrich was used to being deferred to—after all, in this administration, chief of staff to the vice president was an exceptionally powerful position. On top of which, Ulrich was a big, imposing man, accustomed to intimidating bureaucratic rivals with his loud voice and blunt manner. But Clements looked beyond intimidated. He looked . . . scared. Which was itself unnerving.
Ulrich sighed. He took off his wire-framed spectacles, closed his eyes, and massaged the bridge of his nose. When he felt calmer, he slipped the glasses back on.
“Just tell me,” he said, his voice a notch softer.
Clements blew out a long, frozen breath. “Waterboarding, for one thing.”
Ulrich closed his eyes again. “Crap.”
Waterboarding was a problem. In the public mind, it was the one enhanced interrogation technique that was most arguably torture. But even for waterboarding, the mainstream media had done a nice job of sanitizing the public’s imagination of what the practice entailed, carefully describing it as “torture” only with scare quotes, or as “a practice some describe as torture.” Actual footage of helpless, shackled men sobbing and begging and pissing themselves while American guards repeatedly drowned and revived them could cause a change in sentiment.
“What else?” Ulrich said.
“Walling. Stress positions. A lot of the stuff we had to stop using after Abu Ghraib.”
Well, they’d survived photos of this kind of stuff coming out of AG. The public wanted to believe it had been just a few bad apples, and anytime the public wanted to believe something, the job was already ninety percent done. It could be done again here.
“What’s the worst of it? The parts that’ll be on the blogs.”
“I don’t know, we’re talking about hundreds of hours of footage. It’s—”
“The worst, goddamn it.”
The three Langley men exchanged glances. Alkire said, “The dog stuff is pretty bad. The waterboarding is worse. There are people at Langley who couldn’t even watch it on video. And the beatings—some of these guys, they had edema from being manacled to the ceiling for a week straight. You ever see someone with edema, hanging by his wrists, getting the shit beaten out of him? Half the time, their skin splits open.”
Ulrich considered. He knew these three had every reason to make it sound as bad as possible. They wanted him to know that if any of this got out, the fire would be so big they’d all burn together. But even if they were exaggerating, it wouldn’t be by much. He knew what was being done at the black sites. He’d long ago made his peace with it, of course, as the price that had to be paid in the shadows so the rest of America could go on enjoying the light. But asking the secret guardians of American liberty to live with the truth was one thing. Force-feeding it to the entire public was different. It wasn’t the public’s burden to bear.
“When did you learn the tapes were missing?” Ulrich asked.
“Just this morning,” Killman said. “Another FOIA request in federal court. You’re following these cases?”
Ulrich nodded. Of course he was following the cases. The ACLU had filed multiple Freedom of Information Act requests for information on treatment of terrorist detainees and then sued when the Agency refused to turn anything over. God, he hated the ACLU. If they had even half the concern for the safety of Americans that they did for the rights of terrorists . . .
“Well, recently our people monitoring the FOIA cases have been getting alarmed. We’ve got a detainee in court claiming his interrogations were videotaped. Now it looks like we’re going to receive a court order specifically for video—and not just for Guantánamo, but covering the black sites, too. If that happens, we won’t be able to dodge the order the way we have before. So we decided to do a complete inventory, assess our exposure, get ahead of the order. That’s when we discovered the problem.”
The problem. If nothing else, the CIA always had a flair for understatement.
Ulrich stroked his beard. He supposed it was possible one of these jokers was less stupid than he seemed, that he’d destroyed the tapes himself and was going along with this meeting just to obscure his own actions. Or that someone else, some patriot, or even just someone wise enough to have a modicum of self-preservation instinct, had done what needed to be done. After all, it wasn’t as though anyone was going to take the credit for it. All that would earn him would be a silent prayer of thanks from the people whose asses he’d saved, a prayer that would last only as far as the first congressional investigation into the latest CIA cover-up, at which point his circle of silent fans would immediately point their fingers inward, ensuring their benefactor would be crucified for their collective sins.
So yeah, it was possible there was someone inside the CIA smart enough to have demonstrated the proper initiative. That was his immediate working theory. But he had no way to prove it. And even if he did, it wouldn’t solve the immediate crisis.
“There’s something else,” Clements said, glancing at the other Langley men.
“Is that even possible?” Ulrich asked, unable to resist.
There was a long pause. Clements said, “Some of the tapes are of the Caspers.”
Ulrich could actually feel the blood drain from his face. “You . . . But he couldn’t finish the sentence. He’d only just gotten his mind around what that very morning he would have believed was impossible. Now he was dealing with the unthinkable.
We’re done, he thought. We’re really done. I can’t spin this one. Nobody could.
Yes, you can. You just have to focus. The Caspers don’t matter. They don’t change the dynamic. They just raise the stakes. You handle it the same way regardless.
But handle it how?
They all stood silently. Ulrich’s mind raced furiously, examining options, gaming out plans from multiple angles, pressure-checking vulnerabilities. He felt both terrified and weirdly exhilarated. If he could put a lid on something this big, they’d have to invent a new name for it. Damage control? Hell, he was trying to control a cataclysm.
He kept going—yes, no, too dangerous, if, then—conducting an orchestra of alternatives just behind his eyes. A minute went by and a narrow possibility began to emerge, a little sliver of hope. It was crazy, it was audacious, it would require luck. But it could be done. It had to be done. Because there was simply no other way.
“Here’s what you’re going to do,” he said, looking at Clements. “You call one of your contacts in the media—”
“Ignatius?”
“No, definitely not Ignatius. At this point he might as well be an official CIA spokesperson, and everyone knows it. And not Broder or Klein, either—they’re known to be too sympathetic, too. Too eager to please.”
Clements frowned, obviously not getting it. “We don’t want someone pliable?”
“Just listen, okay? For this, we need a news article, not an op-ed. At least to start with. From a paper that’s considered liberal. So . . . make it the New York Times. Yeah, the Times is perfect, they won’t even use the word ‘torture’ in their coverage but they’re still thought of as an enemy. Call them. You’re a whistle-blower. The CIA made some interrogation tapes, tapes that include footage of detainees being abused.”
Clements’s mouth dropped open. “What?”
“I’m not finished. You say the CIA destroyed the tapes. Clear case of obstruction of justice. You’re calling because you’re a patriot, this won’...
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“Let me get this straight,” he said, deliberately speaking slowly and clearly so Clements and the rest of the Langley contingent assembled before him would understand exactly what Ulrich made of their collective mental acuity. “Ninety-two interrogation videotapes, and you’re telling me they’re just . . . missing?”
Clements shifted his weight from one foot to the other, the frozen grass crunching under his wingtips. “We think there were ninety-two. We’re still trying to get an accurate inventory.”
Ulrich looked past Clements at the precise rows of thousands of white markers, their expanse dazzling in the brilliant morning sun. Well, at least now he understood why Clements had wanted to meet here. No one was going to notice, much less overhear, a small group of men paying their respects to the honored dead of Arlington National Cemetery. No records, no witnesses, no proof this conversation had ever happened.
“All right,” Ulrich said, running the fingers of a gloved hand along his thick gray beard. “First thing I need to know. What’s on these tapes?”
Clements glanced at the man to his left and then at the one to his right. Stephen Clements, Michael Killman, John Alkire. The deputy director of the CIA, the director of the National Clandestine Service, and the director of the Counterterrorism Center. Half the bureaucratic firepower of the entire Agency, huddling in their dark overcoats like an incipient union of funeral directors.
“Are you going to tell me? Or are we all just going to stand out here and freeze?”
Clements said nothing, and Ulrich was suddenly concerned at how meekly the man was taking his licks. Ulrich was used to being deferred to—after all, in this administration, chief of staff to the vice president was an exceptionally powerful position. On top of which, Ulrich was a big, imposing man, accustomed to intimidating bureaucratic rivals with his loud voice and blunt manner. But Clements looked beyond intimidated. He looked . . . scared. Which was itself unnerving.
Ulrich sighed. He took off his wire-framed spectacles, closed his eyes, and massaged the bridge of his nose. When he felt calmer, he slipped the glasses back on.
“Just tell me,” he said, his voice a notch softer.
Clements blew out a long, frozen breath. “Waterboarding, for one thing.”
Ulrich closed his eyes again. “Crap.”
Waterboarding was a problem. In the public mind, it was the one enhanced interrogation technique that was most arguably torture. But even for waterboarding, the mainstream media had done a nice job of sanitizing the public’s imagination of what the practice entailed, carefully describing it as “torture” only with scare quotes, or as “a practice some describe as torture.” Actual footage of helpless, shackled men sobbing and begging and pissing themselves while American guards repeatedly drowned and revived them could cause a change in sentiment.
“What else?” Ulrich said.
“Walling. Stress positions. A lot of the stuff we had to stop using after Abu Ghraib.”
Well, they’d survived photos of this kind of stuff coming out of AG. The public wanted to believe it had been just a few bad apples, and anytime the public wanted to believe something, the job was already ninety percent done. It could be done again here.
“What’s the worst of it? The parts that’ll be on the blogs.”
“I don’t know, we’re talking about hundreds of hours of footage. It’s—”
“The worst, goddamn it.”
The three Langley men exchanged glances. Alkire said, “The dog stuff is pretty bad. The waterboarding is worse. There are people at Langley who couldn’t even watch it on video. And the beatings—some of these guys, they had edema from being manacled to the ceiling for a week straight. You ever see someone with edema, hanging by his wrists, getting the shit beaten out of him? Half the time, their skin splits open.”
Ulrich considered. He knew these three had every reason to make it sound as bad as possible. They wanted him to know that if any of this got out, the fire would be so big they’d all burn together. But even if they were exaggerating, it wouldn’t be by much. He knew what was being done at the black sites. He’d long ago made his peace with it, of course, as the price that had to be paid in the shadows so the rest of America could go on enjoying the light. But asking the secret guardians of American liberty to live with the truth was one thing. Force-feeding it to the entire public was different. It wasn’t the public’s burden to bear.
“When did you learn the tapes were missing?” Ulrich asked.
“Just this morning,” Killman said. “Another FOIA request in federal court. You’re following these cases?”
Ulrich nodded. Of course he was following the cases. The ACLU had filed multiple Freedom of Information Act requests for information on treatment of terrorist detainees and then sued when the Agency refused to turn anything over. God, he hated the ACLU. If they had even half the concern for the safety of Americans that they did for the rights of terrorists . . .
“Well, recently our people monitoring the FOIA cases have been getting alarmed. We’ve got a detainee in court claiming his interrogations were videotaped. Now it looks like we’re going to receive a court order specifically for video—and not just for Guantánamo, but covering the black sites, too. If that happens, we won’t be able to dodge the order the way we have before. So we decided to do a complete inventory, assess our exposure, get ahead of the order. That’s when we discovered the problem.”
The problem. If nothing else, the CIA always had a flair for understatement.
Ulrich stroked his beard. He supposed it was possible one of these jokers was less stupid than he seemed, that he’d destroyed the tapes himself and was going along with this meeting just to obscure his own actions. Or that someone else, some patriot, or even just someone wise enough to have a modicum of self-preservation instinct, had done what needed to be done. After all, it wasn’t as though anyone was going to take the credit for it. All that would earn him would be a silent prayer of thanks from the people whose asses he’d saved, a prayer that would last only as far as the first congressional investigation into the latest CIA cover-up, at which point his circle of silent fans would immediately point their fingers inward, ensuring their benefactor would be crucified for their collective sins.
So yeah, it was possible there was someone inside the CIA smart enough to have demonstrated the proper initiative. That was his immediate working theory. But he had no way to prove it. And even if he did, it wouldn’t solve the immediate crisis.
“There’s something else,” Clements said, glancing at the other Langley men.
“Is that even possible?” Ulrich asked, unable to resist.
There was a long pause. Clements said, “Some of the tapes are of the Caspers.”
Ulrich could actually feel the blood drain from his face. “You . . . But he couldn’t finish the sentence. He’d only just gotten his mind around what that very morning he would have believed was impossible. Now he was dealing with the unthinkable.
We’re done, he thought. We’re really done. I can’t spin this one. Nobody could.
Yes, you can. You just have to focus. The Caspers don’t matter. They don’t change the dynamic. They just raise the stakes. You handle it the same way regardless.
But handle it how?
They all stood silently. Ulrich’s mind raced furiously, examining options, gaming out plans from multiple angles, pressure-checking vulnerabilities. He felt both terrified and weirdly exhilarated. If he could put a lid on something this big, they’d have to invent a new name for it. Damage control? Hell, he was trying to control a cataclysm.
He kept going—yes, no, too dangerous, if, then—conducting an orchestra of alternatives just behind his eyes. A minute went by and a narrow possibility began to emerge, a little sliver of hope. It was crazy, it was audacious, it would require luck. But it could be done. It had to be done. Because there was simply no other way.
“Here’s what you’re going to do,” he said, looking at Clements. “You call one of your contacts in the media—”
“Ignatius?”
“No, definitely not Ignatius. At this point he might as well be an official CIA spokesperson, and everyone knows it. And not Broder or Klein, either—they’re known to be too sympathetic, too. Too eager to please.”
Clements frowned, obviously not getting it. “We don’t want someone pliable?”
“Just listen, okay? For this, we need a news article, not an op-ed. At least to start with. From a paper that’s considered liberal. So . . . make it the New York Times. Yeah, the Times is perfect, they won’t even use the word ‘torture’ in their coverage but they’re still thought of as an enemy. Call them. You’re a whistle-blower. The CIA made some interrogation tapes, tapes that include footage of detainees being abused.”
Clements’s mouth dropped open. “What?”
“I’m not finished. You say the CIA destroyed the tapes. Clear case of obstruction of justice. You’re calling because you’re a patriot, this won’...
“Inside Out is more than just an addictive, non-stop thriller. It is a microscope turned on the official policies of torture, extraordinary rendition, and the systematic ghosting of detainees. Through the dialogue of his engaging characters, Eisler insightfully conveys the incredible damage these policies caused our nation and the danger they pose to democracy and freedom.”—Matthew Alexander, author of How to Break a Terrorist
“A white knuckle roller-coaster ride through the dark side, a truth so horrifying that it can only be told in fiction. Eisler is a rarity, the ex-spook who turns himself into a great mystery writer.”—Robert Baer, former CIA officer and author of See No Evil
"Eisler turns on its head the old saw that to understand all is to forgive all. His tight plotting and believable characters show us unforgivingly how counter-terrorism turns evil and counter-productive."—Juan Cole, President, Global Americana Institute, author of Engaging the Muslim World
"Inside Out plumbs, with absolute credibility, the darkest recesses of our recent public life, pulling back the curtain on the grim world of secrets—from extraordinary rendition to torture to extra-judicial killing—that looms behind our recent foreign policy. Which makes it not only compelling but, alas, essential reading."—Mark Danner, author of Torture and Truth and Stripping Bare the Body
"Eisler’s new thriller is as smart, dark, and tough as his others. This one, however, is also all too real and all too close to home. After you read it, you will find yourself looking at political news in a very different way... and wondering why these facts are assembled more convincingly in a clever, entertaining suspense novel than they are in the supposedly factual media. Read it for scary fun, only to realize that the facts were the scariest things of all."—Charles Ferguson, Oscar-nominated writer, director and producer of No End in Sight
"Inside Out does what only the best thrillers can: to illuminate the dark corners of hidden crimes in white-hot prose that is terrifying—and riveting—because it is so true to life. Ex-CIA agent Eisler puts black-ops veteran Ben Treven to work in a search for missing interrogation tapes that promise to answer a haunting question: How and why do our leaders use torture to force prisoners to endorse the fearful lies that keep them in power?”—Alex Gibney, Director of Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room and Taxi to the Dark Side
"Inside Out achieves what only the best works of fiction are able: to impart profoundly insightful commentary on the most pressing political controversies of the day within a riveting dramatic plot. Eisler's unique talent is weaving together exciting story-telling with provocative headline-based truths, and he reaches all new heights with his latest novel."—Glenn Greenwald, author of Great American Hypocrites
"Inside Out takes us on a tour of the darkest crevices of the new National Security State. It’s a brilliant work of fiction—but is it really so fictional? Eisler’s plot lines move dangerously close to real life; they are animated by a reality behind the headlines."—Harper's Magazine
"The unexcelled author of beautifully crafted, politically charged, and highly entertaining novels, Barry Eisler has now given us Inside Out, which I read at a single sitting, unable to put it down. Its post-9/11 characters in U.S. intelligence, whom Eisler draws from the inside, their often horrific worldviews, and their explosive actions become uniquely fixed in one's memory—and fears."—Walter LaFeber, author of America, Russia, and the Cold War, 1945-2006
"Inside Out is a fantastic thriller! What le Carré and Clancy did for the Cold War, Eisler does for the shadow government of politicians, corporations and spies that continually sacrifices America’s core values in the name of national security. Like the best thrillers, Inside Out delights readers while helping them appreciate real world dangers."—Roger McNamee, Elevation Partners
"Inside Out grips you from the very beginning, drawing you deep into the mindset that brought torture back to the US. It takes us where we may yet end up. It could not be more topical or devastating."—Philippe Sands, author Torture Team
“Inside Out does a masterful job of braiding together what we thought we knew about the decline of the rule of law after 9/11, with all we are still afraid to imagine. With his deftly drawn characters and breakneck plotting, Eisler holds up a dark mirror, forcing us to consider the moral and ethical compromises we have made in order to feel safer in America. It's impossible to put down and, thankfully, also impossible to dismiss as mere fiction."—Slate Magazine
"The evils of the program of 'extraordinary rendition' and torture initiated by the Bush administration in the wake of the 9/11 attacks are brought vividly to life in Barry Eisler's topical new thriller. This is violent, disturbing stuff, page-turningly addictive, and all the more shocking because its characters are caught up in a plot that owes as much to the realities of modern-day America as it does to the author's imagination."—Andy Worthington, author of The Guantanamo Files: The Stories of 759 Detainees in America's Illegal Prison
“As our once trusted leaders took the nation to the ‘dark side’ with policies akin to those of Mafia consiglieris, Barry Eisler lights up their dungeons with blazing insights packed in his thrilling narrative. It is must reading regardless of one's political persuasion if truth still matters and integrity is valued." —Philip Zimbardo, Ph.D author of The Lucifer Effect: Understanding How Good People Turn Evil
“A white knuckle roller-coaster ride through the dark side, a truth so horrifying that it can only be told in fiction. Eisler is a rarity, the ex-spook who turns himself into a great mystery writer.”—Robert Baer, former CIA officer and author of See No Evil
"Eisler turns on its head the old saw that to understand all is to forgive all. His tight plotting and believable characters show us unforgivingly how counter-terrorism turns evil and counter-productive."—Juan Cole, President, Global Americana Institute, author of Engaging the Muslim World
"Inside Out plumbs, with absolute credibility, the darkest recesses of our recent public life, pulling back the curtain on the grim world of secrets—from extraordinary rendition to torture to extra-judicial killing—that looms behind our recent foreign policy. Which makes it not only compelling but, alas, essential reading."—Mark Danner, author of Torture and Truth and Stripping Bare the Body
"Eisler’s new thriller is as smart, dark, and tough as his others. This one, however, is also all too real and all too close to home. After you read it, you will find yourself looking at political news in a very different way... and wondering why these facts are assembled more convincingly in a clever, entertaining suspense novel than they are in the supposedly factual media. Read it for scary fun, only to realize that the facts were the scariest things of all."—Charles Ferguson, Oscar-nominated writer, director and producer of No End in Sight
"Inside Out does what only the best thrillers can: to illuminate the dark corners of hidden crimes in white-hot prose that is terrifying—and riveting—because it is so true to life. Ex-CIA agent Eisler puts black-ops veteran Ben Treven to work in a search for missing interrogation tapes that promise to answer a haunting question: How and why do our leaders use torture to force prisoners to endorse the fearful lies that keep them in power?”—Alex Gibney, Director of Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room and Taxi to the Dark Side
"Inside Out achieves what only the best works of fiction are able: to impart profoundly insightful commentary on the most pressing political controversies of the day within a riveting dramatic plot. Eisler's unique talent is weaving together exciting story-telling with provocative headline-based truths, and he reaches all new heights with his latest novel."—Glenn Greenwald, author of Great American Hypocrites
"Inside Out takes us on a tour of the darkest crevices of the new National Security State. It’s a brilliant work of fiction—but is it really so fictional? Eisler’s plot lines move dangerously close to real life; they are animated by a reality behind the headlines."—Harper's Magazine
"The unexcelled author of beautifully crafted, politically charged, and highly entertaining novels, Barry Eisler has now given us Inside Out, which I read at a single sitting, unable to put it down. Its post-9/11 characters in U.S. intelligence, whom Eisler draws from the inside, their often horrific worldviews, and their explosive actions become uniquely fixed in one's memory—and fears."—Walter LaFeber, author of America, Russia, and the Cold War, 1945-2006
"Inside Out is a fantastic thriller! What le Carré and Clancy did for the Cold War, Eisler does for the shadow government of politicians, corporations and spies that continually sacrifices America’s core values in the name of national security. Like the best thrillers, Inside Out delights readers while helping them appreciate real world dangers."—Roger McNamee, Elevation Partners
"Inside Out grips you from the very beginning, drawing you deep into the mindset that brought torture back to the US. It takes us where we may yet end up. It could not be more topical or devastating."—Philippe Sands, author Torture Team
“Inside Out does a masterful job of braiding together what we thought we knew about the decline of the rule of law after 9/11, with all we are still afraid to imagine. With his deftly drawn characters and breakneck plotting, Eisler holds up a dark mirror, forcing us to consider the moral and ethical compromises we have made in order to feel safer in America. It's impossible to put down and, thankfully, also impossible to dismiss as mere fiction."—Slate Magazine
"The evils of the program of 'extraordinary rendition' and torture initiated by the Bush administration in the wake of the 9/11 attacks are brought vividly to life in Barry Eisler's topical new thriller. This is violent, disturbing stuff, page-turningly addictive, and all the more shocking because its characters are caught up in a plot that owes as much to the realities of modern-day America as it does to the author's imagination."—Andy Worthington, author of The Guantanamo Files: The Stories of 759 Detainees in America's Illegal Prison
“As our once trusted leaders took the nation to the ‘dark side’ with policies akin to those of Mafia consiglieris, Barry Eisler lights up their dungeons with blazing insights packed in his thrilling narrative. It is must reading regardless of one's political persuasion if truth still matters and integrity is valued." —Philip Zimbardo, Ph.D author of The Lucifer Effect: Understanding How Good People Turn Evil
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Description du livre Hardcover. Etat : new. New Copy. Customer Service Guaranteed. N° de réf. du vendeur think0345505107
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Inside Out: A Novel
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Ballantine Books
(2010)
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Description du livre Etat : new. N° de réf. du vendeur FrontCover0345505107
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Inside Out: A Novel
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Description du livre Hardcover. Etat : new. New. Fast Shipping and good customer service. N° de réf. du vendeur Holz_New_0345505107
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EUR 30,49
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Inside Out: Signed
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Ballantine Books, Westminster, Maryland, U.S.A.
(2010)
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Description du livre Hardcover. Etat : New. Etat de la jaquette : New. 1st Edition. An Outstanding Copy - Signed By The Author On The Title Page. Author'S Signature Only. A First Edition, First Printing, With The Corresponding Number Line. Book Is In Fine Condition. Boards Are Clean, Not Bumped. Fore Edges Are Clean. Interior Is Clean And Legible. Not Remaindered. Dust Jacket Is In Fine Condition. Not Chipped Or Crinkled. Not Price Clipped. Dust Jacket Is Covered By Mylar Brodart. Thanks And Enjoy. Signed by Author(s). Book. N° de réf. du vendeur 006251
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