The Man Who Died Twice: A Thursday Murder Club Mystery by Richard Osman (English

Description: The Man Who Died Twice by Richard Osman The second installment in the beloved and New York Times bestselling series from Richard Osman, also author of We Solve Murders"Its taken a mere two books for Richard Osman to vault into the upper leagues of crime writers. . . The Man Who Died Twice. . . dives right into joyous fun." —The New York Times Book ReviewElizabeth, Joyce, Ron and Ibrahim—the Thursday Murder Club—are still riding high off their recent real-life murder case and are looking forward to a bit of peace and quiet at Coopers Chase, their posh retirement village. But they are out of luck. An unexpected visitor—an old pal of Elizabeths (or perhaps more than just a pal?)—arrives, desperate for her help. He has been accused of stealing diamonds worth millions from the wrong men and hes seriously on the lam. Then, as night follows day, the first body is found. But not the last. Elizabeth, Joyce, Ron and Ibrahim are up against a ruthless murderer who wouldnt bat an eyelid at knocking off four septuagenarians. Can our four friends catch the killer before the killer catches them? And if they find the diamonds, too? Well, wouldnt that be a bonus? You should never put anything beyond the Thursday Murder Club. Richard Osman is back with everyones favorite mystery-solving quartet, and the second installment of the Thursday Murder Club series is just as clever and warm as the first—an unputdownable, laugh-out-loud pleasure of a read. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Richard Osman is an author and television presenter. His novels, The Thursday Murder Club, The Man Who Died Twice, The Bullet That Missed, and The Last Devil to Die, were number one, million-copy international bestsellers as well as New York Times bestsellers. He lives in London with his wife, Ingrid, and Liesl the cat. We Solve Murders is his fifth novel. The movie adaptation for The Thursday Murder Club will start filming in 2024, produced by Amblin Entertainment. Review Praise for The Man Who Died Twice:"These septuagenarian sleuths of the Thursday Murder Club dont miss a beat…"—People"Its taken a mere two books for Richard Osman to vault into the upper leagues of crime writers… The Man Who Died Twice. . . dives right into joyous fun. Osmans writing reminds me of Anthony Berkeleys in its mixing of sparkling humor and resonant emotion. . . No wonder readers, myself included, have surrendered to [the Thursday Murder Club members] abundant charms." —The New York Times Book Review"Think of the Thursday Murder Club itself as a senior version of The A-Team. . . Funny, moving and suspenseful. . . So delicious, even adorable . . A wildly entertaining book."—The Washington Post"[Feels] like a reunion with old friends. Clever, witty, and touching, this thriller has it all."—Lisa Gardner, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Before She Disappeared"A thing of joy. Osman has a natural sense of humor that hes able to translate into both character and dialogue." —Kate Atkinson, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Big Sky"Osman delivers another must read full of humor and heart. I loved it."—Harlan Coben, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Win"This book is SO MUCH FUN! Fiendishly clever and brimming with wit on every page, The Man Who Died Twice is the tonic we all need. Osman just gets better."—Shari Lapena, New York Times bestselling author of The Couple Next Door"Hes back and hes better than ever! By turns moving, hilarious, and brilliantly suspenseful, the novel keeps us flipping pages from start to finish."—Jeffery Deaver, #1 international bestselling author of The Final Twist"Osmans novels are so much more than just brilliantly engineered mysteries... Theyre also funny, warm, and big-hearted. He cant possibly write them fast enough to suit me. These books are absolute gold."—Joe Hill, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Fireman"Richard Osmans action-packed second outing with the Thursday Murder Club overflows with wit, friendship, and derring-do, as the eccentric quartet of British crime solvers joins forces from a countryside retirement village. They tussle with the mafia, investigate murders, and, of course, enjoy teatime."—The Christian Science Monitor"The club makes a triumphant return… The Man Who Died Twice, like its series predecessor, is an unalloyed delight, full of sharp writing, sudden surprises, heart, comedy, sorrow and great banter."—Tom Nolan, The Wall Street Journal "Fun and ingenious … Osman blends humor and pathos while weaving his tangled web of intrigue and deception. This is the perfect book with which to unwind."—Malcolm Forbes, Minneapolis Star-Tribune"Osman follows The Thursday Murder Club, his supremely entertaining debut, with an even better second installment. . . A clever, funny mystery peopled with captivating characters that enhance the story at every quirky turn."—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)"Its impossible to single out any one feature that makes The Man Who Died Twice such an absolute treat... Richard Osman creates real magic with his characters. They are frequently laugh-out-loud hilarious but also entirely real and three-dimensional...If possible, this sequel is even better than the Osmans charmer of a debut, The Thursday Murder Club. This series is both a load of fun and an ode to how the power of friendship is important throughout ones life but especially during the final stretch. Dont miss it."—BookPage (starred review)"[The Man Who Died Twice] captures the spirit of older folks who dont want to be pigeonholed by their age and who capture the charming insouciance of those whove seen a lot. . . the dialogue at a sprightly clip, while the plot itself often gallops. But it is the four very different. . . but utterly endearing members of the club who will leave readers eager for Osman to call the next meeting to order."—Booklist"Riveting. . . The twisty plot, knotty issues of relationships with life partners, and steadfast loyalty among the sleuths provide depth and poignancy. Those who prefer their mysteries with touches of spycraft, humor, and eccentricity will be well pleased."—Publishers Weekly"This slick sequel will leave you buzzing with the gentle hum of contentment." —The Times (London)"If you liked The Thursday Murder Club, youre in for a treat, as this sequel is even better."—Good Housekeeping (UK)"Its balm for the soul." —Daily Express (London)"Its an unalloyed pleasure to spend time with Osmans sparkling, well-observed characters who are also wittily perceptive about our foibles and the quirks of modern life." —Sunday Express (London)"Osmans characters are beautifully drawn, and the result is a novel thats pure pleasure to read." —The Observer (London) Review Quote Praise for The Man Who Died Twice: "These septuagenarian sleuths of the Thursday Murder Club dont miss a beat..." --People "Its taken a mere two books for Richard Osman to vault into the upper leagues of crime writers... The Man Who Died Twice . . . dives right into joyous fun. Osmans writing reminds me of Anthony Berkeleys in its mixing of sparkling humor and resonant emotion. . . No wonder readers, myself included, have surrendered to [the Thursday Murder Club members] abundant charms." --The New York Times Book Review "Think of the Thursday Murder Club itself as a senior version of The A-Team. . . Funny, moving and suspenseful. . . So delicious, even adorable . . A wildly entertaining book." --The Washington Post "[Feels] like a reunion with old friends. Clever, witty, and touching, this thriller has it all." -- Lisa Gardner, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Before She Disappeared "A thing of joy. Osman has a natural sense of humor that hes able to translate into both character and dialogue." -- Kate Atkinson, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Big Sky "Osman delivers another must read full of humor and heart. I loved it." -- Harlan Coben, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Win "This book is SO MUCH FUN! Fiendishly clever and brimming with wit on every page, The Man Who Died Twice is the tonic we all need. Osman just gets better." --Shari Lapena, New York Times bestselling author of The Couple Next Door "Hes back and hes better than ever! By turns moving, hilarious, and brilliantly suspenseful, the novel keeps us flipping pages from start to finish." --Jeffery Deaver, #1 international bestselling author of The Final Twist "Osmans novels are so much more than just brilliantly engineered mysteries... Theyre also funny, warm, and big-hearted. He cant possibly write them fast enough to suit me. These books are absolute gold." -- Joe Hill, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Fireman "Richard Osmans action-packed second outing with the Thursday Murder Club overflows with wit, friendship, and derring-do, as the eccentric quartet of British crime solvers joins forces from a countryside retirement village. They tussle with the mafia, investigate murders, and, of course, enjoy teatime." --The Christian Science Monitor "The club makes a triumphant return... The Man Who Died Twice , like its series predecessor, is an unalloyed delight, full of sharp writing, sudden surprises, heart, comedy, sorrow and great banter." --Tom Nolan, The Wall Street Journal "Fun and ingenious ... Osman blends humor and pathos while weaving his tangled web of intrigue and deception. This is the perfect book with which to unwind." --Malcolm Forbes, Minneapolis Star-Tribune "Osman follows The Thursday Murder Club , his supremely entertaining debut, with an even better second installment. . . A clever, funny mystery peopled with captivating characters that enhance the story at every quirky turn." --Kirkus Reviews (starred review) "Its impossible to single out any one feature that makes The Man Who Died Twice such an absolute treat... Richard Osman creates real magic with his characters. They are frequently laugh-out-loud hilarious but also entirely real and three-dimensional...If possible, this sequel is even better than the Osmans charmer of a debut, The Thursday Murder Club . This series is both a load of fun and an ode to how the power of friendship is important throughout ones life but especially during the final stretch. Dont miss it." --BookPage (starred review) "[ The Man Who Died Twice] captures the spirit of older folks who dont want to be pigeonholed by their age and who capture the charming insouciance of those whove seen a lot. . . the dialogue at a sprightly clip, while the plot itself often gallops. But it is the four very different. . . but utterly endearing members of the club who will leave readers eager for Osman to call the next meeting to order." --Booklist "Riveting. . . The twisty plot, knotty issues of relationships with life partners, and steadfast loyalty among the sleuths provide depth and poignancy. Those who prefer their mysteries with touches of spycraft, humor, and eccentricity will be well pleased." --Publishers Weekly "This slick sequel will leave you buzzing with the gentle hum of contentment." --The Times (London) "If you liked The Thursday Murder Club , youre in for a treat, as this sequel is even better." -- Good Housekeeping (UK) "Its balm for the soul." -- Daily Express (London) "Its an unalloyed pleasure to spend time with Osmans sparkling, well-observed characters who are also wittily perceptive about our foibles and the quirks of modern life." -- Sunday Express (London) "Osmans characters are beautifully drawn, and the result is a novel thats pure pleasure to read." -- The Observer (London) Excerpt from Book 1. The following Thursday . . . I was talking to a woman in Ruskin Court, and she said shes on a diet," says Joyce, finishing her glass of wine. "Shes eighty-two!" "Walkers make you look fat," says Ron. "Its the thin legs." "Why diet at eighty-two?" says Joyce. "Whats a sausage roll going to do to you? Kill you? Well, join the queue." The Thursday Murder Club has concluded its latest meeting. This week they have been looking at the cold case of a Hastings newsagent who murdered an intruder with a crossbow. Hed been arrested, but then the media had got involved, and the consensus was that a man should be allowed to protect his own shop with a crossbow, for goodness sake, and he walked free, head held high. A month or so later, police had discovered that the intruder was dating the newsagents teenage daughter, and the newsagent had a long record of assault, but at that point everybody had moved on. It was 1975, after all. No CCTV, and no one wanting to make a fuss. "Do you think a dog might be good company?" asks Joyce. "I thought I might either get a dog or join Instagram." "I would advise against it," says Ibrahim. "Oh, youd advise against everything," says Ron. "Broadly, yes," agrees Ibrahim. "Not a big dog, of course," says Joyce. "I havent got the Hoover for a big dog." Joyce, Ron, Ibrahim, and Elizabeth are enjoying lunch at the restaurant that sits at the heart of the Coopers Chase community. There is a bottle of red and a bottle of white on their table. It is around a quarter to twelve. "Dont get a small dog, though, Joyce," says Ron. "Small dogs are like small men: always got a point to prove. Yapping it up, barking at cars." Joyce nods. "Perhaps a medium dog, then? Elizabeth?" "Mmm, good idea," replies Elizabeth, though she is not really listening. How could she be, after the letter she received last night? Shes picking up the main points, of course. Elizabeth always stays alert, because you never know what might fall into your lap. She has heard all sorts over the years. A snippet of conversation in a Berlin bar, a loose-lipped Russian sailor on shore leave in Tripoli. In this instance, on a Thursday lunchtime in a sleepy Kent retirement village, it seems that Joyce wants a dog, there is a discussion about sizes, and Ibrahim has doubts. But her mind is elsewhere. The letter was slipped under Elizabeths door last night, by unseen hand. Dear Elizabeth, I wonder if you remember me? Perhaps you dont, but without blowing my own trumpet, I imagine you might. Life has worked its magic once more, and I discover, upon moving in this week, that we are now neighbors. What company I keep! You must be thinking they let in any old riffraff these days. I know it has been some while since you last saw me, but I think it would be wonderful to renew our acquaintance after all these years. Would you like to join me at 14 Ruskin Court for a drink? A little housewarming? If so, how would three p.m. tomorrow suit? No need to reply, I shall await with a bottle of wine regardless. It really would be lovely to see you. So much to catch up on. An awful lot of water under the bridge, and so on. I do hope you remember me, and I do hope to see you tomorrow. Your old friend, Marcus Carmichael Elizabeth has been mulling it over ever since. The last time she had seen Marcus Carmichael would have been late November, 1981, a very dark, very cold night by Lambeth Bridge, the Thames at low tide, her breath clouding in the freezing air. There had been a team of them, each one a specialist, and Elizabeth was in charge. They arrived in a white Transit van, shabby on the outside, seemingly owned by g. procter-windows, gutters, all jobs considered, but, on the inside, gleaming, full of buttons and screens. A young constable had cordoned off an area of the foreshore, and the pavement on the Albert Embankment had been closed. Elizabeth and her team had clambered down a flight of stone steps, lethal with slick moss. The low tide had left behind a corpse, propped, almost sitting, against the near parapet of the bridge. Everything had been done properly; Elizabeth had made sure of that. One of her team had examined the clothing and rifled through the pockets of the heavy overcoat, a young woman from Highgate had taken photographs, and the doctor had recorded the death. It was clear the man had jumped into the Thames further upstream, or been pushed. That was for the coroner to decide. It would all be typed into a report by somebody or other, and Elizabeth would simply add her initials at the bottom. Neat and tidy. The journey back up those slick steps with the corpse on a military stretcher had taken some time. A young constable, thrilled to have been called to help, had fallen and broken an ankle, which was all they needed. They explained they wouldnt be able to call an ambulance for the time being, and he took it in fairly good part. He received an unwarranted promotion several months later, so no lasting harm was done. Her little unit eventually reached the embankment, and the body was loaded into the white Transit van. all jobs considered. The team dispersed, save for Elizabeth and the doctor, who stayed in the van with the corpse as it was driven to a morgue in Hampshire. She hadnt worked with this particular doctor before-broad, red faced, a dark mustache turning gray-but he was interesting enough. A man you would remember. Theyd discussed euthanasia and cricket until the doctor had dozed off. Ibrahim is making a point with his wine glass. "Im afraid I would advise against a dog altogether, Joyce-small, medium, or large-at your time in life." "Oh, here he comes," says Ron. "A medium dog," says Ibrahim, "say a terrier, or a Jack Russell perhaps, would have a life expectancy of around fourteen years." "Says who?" asks Ron. "Says the Kennel Club, in case you want to take it up with them, Ron. Would you like to take it up with them?" "No, youre all right." "Now, Joyce," Ibrahim continues, "you are seventy-seven years old?" Joyce nods. "Seventy-eight next year." "Well, that goes without saying, yes," agrees Ibrahim. "So, at seventy-seven years old, we have to take a look at your life expectancy." "Ooh, yes?" says Joyce. "I love this sort of thing. I had my tarot done on the pier once. She said I was going to come into money." "Specifically, we have to look at the chances of your life expectancy exceeding the life expectancy of a medium dog." "Its a mystery to me why you never got married, old son," says Ron to Ibrahim, and takes the bottle of white wine from the cooler on the table. "With that silver tongue of yours. Top-up, anyone?" "Thank you, Ron," says Joyce. "Fill it to the brim to save having to do it again." Ibrahim continues. "A woman of seventy-seven has a fifty-one percent chance of living for another fifteen years." "This is jolly," says Joyce. "I didnt come into money, by the way." "So if you were to get a dog now, Joyce, would you outlive it? Thats the question." "Id outlive a dog through pure spite," says Ron. "Wed just sit in opposite corners of the room, staring each other out, and see who went first. Not me. Its like when we were negotiating with British Leyland in seventy-eight. The moment one of their lot went to the loo first, I knew we had em." Ron knocks back more wine. "Never go to the loo first. Tie a knot in it if you have to." "The truth is, Joyce," says Ibrahim, "maybe you would, and maybe you wouldnt. Fifty-one percent. Its the toss of a coin, and I dont believe that is a risk worth taking. You must never die before your dog." "And is that an old Egyptian saying, or an old psychiatrists saying?" asks Joyce. "Or something you just made up?" Ibrahim tips his glass toward Joyce again, an indication of more wisdom to come. "You must die before your children, of course, because you have taught them to live without you. But not your dog. You teach your dog only to live with you." "Well, that is certainly food for thought, Ibrahim; thank you," says Joyce. "A bit soulless perhaps. Dont you think, Elizabeth?" Elizabeth hears, but her mind is still in the back of the speeding Transit van with the corpse and the doctor with the mustache. Not the only such occasion in Elizabeths career, but unusual enough to be memorable- anyone who knew Marcus Carmichael would have known that. "Get a dog thats old already; beat Ibrahims system," Elizabeth says. And here was Carmichael again, years later. Looking for what? A friendly chat? Cozy reminiscence by an open fire? Who knew? Their bill is brought to the table by a new member of the serving staff. Her name is Poppy, and she has a tattoo of a daisy on her forearm. Poppy has been at the restaurant for nearly two weeks now and, thus far, the reviews have not been good. "Youve brought us table twelve, Poppy," says Ron. Poppy nods. "Oh, yes, thats . . . silly me . . . what table is this?" "Fifteen," says Ron. "You can tell because of the big number fifteen written on the candle." "Sorry," says Poppy. "Its just remembering the food, and carrying it, and then the numbers. Ill get the hang of it eventually." She walks back to the kitchen. "She is very well-meaning," says Ibrahim. "But ill-suited to this role." "She has lovely nails, though," says Joyce. "Immaculate. Immaculate, arent they, Elizabeth?" Elizabeth nods. "Immaculate." Not the only thing she has noticed about Poppy, who seems to have sprung from nowhere, with her nails and her incompetence. Bu Details ISBN1984881019 Author Richard Osman Short Title The Man Who Died Twice Series A Thursday Murder Club Mystery Language English Year 2022 ISBN-10 1984881019 ISBN-13 9781984881014 Format Paperback Publication Date 2022-07-26 Subtitle A Thursday Murder Club Mystery DEWEY 823.92 Series Number 2 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Imprint Penguin USA Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2022-07-26 NZ Release Date 2022-07-26 US Release Date 2022-07-26 UK Release Date 2022-07-26 Pages 400 Replaces 9780593489628 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:135640493;

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