Ode To A Banker - Couverture rigide

Davis, Lindsey

Couverture rigide

ISBN 10 : 0712680349 ISBN 13 : 9780712680349

Editeur : Century, 2000

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Rome: Mid July-12 August, A.D.74

"A book may be defined ...as a written (or printed) message of considerable length, meant for public circulation and recorded on materials that are light yet durable enough to afford comparatively easy portability."
Encyclopedia Britannica

"[The creditor] examines your family affairs; he meddles with your transactions. If you go forth from your chamber, he drags you along with him and carries you off; if you hide yourself inside he stands before your house and knocks at the door.

"If [the debtor] sleeps, he sees the moneylender standing at his head, an evil dream....If a friend knocks at the door he hides under the couch. Does the dog bark? He breaks out in a sweat. The interest due increases like a hare, a wild animal which the ancients believed could not stop reproducing even while it was nourishing the offspring already produced."
Basil of Caesarea

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POETRY SHOULD HAVE BEEN SAFE
"Take your writing tablets up to our new house," suggested Helena Justina, my elegant partner in life. I was struggling against shock and physical exhaustion, acquired during a dramatic underground rescue. Publicly, the vigiles took the credit, but I was the mad volunteer who had been lowered headfirst down a shaft on ropes. It had made me a hero for about a day, and I was mentioned by name (misspelled) in the Daily Gazette. "Just sit and relax in the garden," soothed Helena, after I had rampaged about our tiny Roman apartment for several weeks. "You can supervise the bathhouse contractors."

"I can supervise them if they bother to turn up."

"Take the baby. I may come too — we have so many friends abroad nowadays, I ought to work on The Collected Letters of Helena Justina."

"Authorship?"

What — by a senator's daughter? Most are too stupid and too busy counting their jewelry. None are ever encouraged to reveal their literary skills, assuming they have them. But then, they are not supposed to live with informers either.

"Badly needed," she said briskly. "Most published letters are by smug men with nothing to say."
Was she serious? Was she privately romancing? Or was she just twisting the rope on my pulley to see when I snapped? "Ah well," I said mildly. "You sit in the shade of a pine tree with your stylus and your great thoughts, fruit. I can easily run around after our darling daughter at the same time as I'm keeping a check on a bunch of slippery builders who want to destroy our new steam room. Then I can dash off my own little odes whenever there's a pause in the screaming and stone-cutting."

Every would-be author needs solitude and tranquillity.

It would have been a wonderful way to pass the summer, escaping from the city heat to our intended new home on the Janiculan Hill — except for this: the new home was a dump; the baby had embarked on a tantrum phase; and poetry led me into a public recital, which was foolish enough. That brought me into contact with the Chrysippus organization. Anything in commerce that looks like a safe proposition may be a step on the route to grief.
From the Paperback edition.

Revue de presse

"Witty and literate--Davis' books make old Rome sound fun--it is all so enjoyable." - The Times
"If only all bestsellers were this satisfying." - Time Out
"Davis adroitly pulls off the trick of ensuring that her detective's anachronistically modern sensibility does not seem out of place in ancient Rome. The politics are, as usual, remarkably well handled and the sight, sound and smell of Rome is captured with even greater pungency than usual." - Publishing News
"Falco's lively narration--combines humour with sharp observation." - Sunday Telegraph

À propos de cette édition

• Éditeur: Century
• Date d'édition: 2000
• ISBN 10: 0712680349
• ISBN 13: 9780712680349
• Reliure: Relié
• Numéro d'édition: 1
• Nombre de pages: 320