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The worlds of business, Irish politics, and crime collide when two men with the same name, from the same family, die on the same night―one death is a gangland murder, the other, apparently, a road accident. Was it a coincidence? That's the official version of events. But when a family member, Gina Rafferty, starts asking questions, this notion quickly unravels. Told repeatedly that she should stop asking questions, Gina becomes more determined than ever to find out the truth, to establish a connection between the two deaths―but in doing so, she embarks on a path that will push certain powerful people to their limits.
- Sales Rank: #1811977 in Books
- Published on: 2011-06-21
- Released on: 2011-06-21
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 8.50" h x 1.07" w x 5.50" l, .82 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 480 pages
Review
“A terrific read...completely involving.” ―George Pelecanos
“Glynn has conjured the unreal, transfigured character of Ireland's capital....It's a portrait not too far off the real place, but exaggerated enough to make this an enthralling and addictive read.” ―The Guardian (London)
“Timely, topical, and thrilling.” ―John Connolly
“A provocative and richly textured novel.” ―The Independent (London)
“Winterland sets a dramatically high benchmark for emerald noir. With all the operatic inevitability of Greek tragedy, it anatomises what greed has done to Ireland. A resonant, memorable and uncomfortable read.” ―Val McDermid
“This is the colossus of Irish crime fiction, what Mystic River did for Dennis Lehane, WINTERLAND should do for Alan Glynn, it is a noir masterpiece, the bar against which all future works will be judged.” ―Ken Bruen
About the Author
ALAN GLYNN is a graduate of Trinity College. His first novel, The Dark Fields, was released in March 2011 as the movie Limitless by Relativity Media.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
ONE
1
He is sitting in what they now call the beer garden. Before the smoking ban came into force it was a concrete yard, a skanky area at the back of the pub that was all stacked crates and kegs and empty cardboard boxes. But with a little outdoor furniture—decking, benches, tables, pole umbrellas for when it rains—they’ve transformed it into a “space,“ a haven where smokers can congregate, light up their Players or Sweet Afton and give out about the excesses of the nanny state. There has even been some confusion, not to say tension, over etiquette. If a nonsmoker occupies the last available seat, as might happen in summer or on an unseasonably balmy evening in winter, is he obliged to give that seat up to the next smoker who comes along?
Well, in this establishment, yes actually, because if you don’t smoke—the logic runs—what are you doing out here in the first place and what kind of a fucking baby are you anyway?
But tonight the question doesn’t arise. It’s a cold and drizzly Monday, just right for the season, and only five people, hard-core smokers, have come outside with their cigarettes and lighters (plus pints, vodkas, whatever) and settled themselves under the various umbrellas.
“Poxy night,“ he says, and laughs. This fat, pasty-faced twenty-six-year-old then stares across the beer garden at the young couple who are sitting opposite him. After a moment, he stares at the two old-timers sitting next to them.
One of these old-timers, Christy Mullins, nods his head in agreement. He reckons it’s better than doing nothing. He reckons that the fat, pasty-faced man in the denim jacket and white shirt over there isn’t someone you just ignore. He reckons that life is short enough as it is.
Still grinning, the fat, pasty-faced man nods back. He then takes a long, serious drag from his cigarette, gazing up at the illuminated, slow-falling drizzle as he does so.
He’s a regular here, but not everyone knows who he is.
Christy, for example, doesn’t know who he is—though he’s certainly seen him from time to time, and even remembers, now that he thinks about it, a specific incident that happened some months back. However, he couldn’t give you his name or tell you anything about him.
Which is exactly the way the man himself would like to keep it, because he’s not into any of this celebrity crap—talking to Sunday World journalists or going on Liveline. He doesn’t consider it good for business.
“Poxy Irish weather,“ he then says, half to himself now, and not looking at anyone in particular. “Poxy Minister for poxy fuckin’ Health.”
Christy manages to ignore this, getting lost for a moment in a minor coughing fit. He then raises his pint with one hand and taps his cigarette against the ashtray with the other. That incident he does remember happened late one summer evening out here in the beer garden. The place was crowded, and the fat, pasty-faced man was sitting with a group of other—what were they—twenty-five-, twenty-six-year-olds? They were all drinking pints, smoking, digging each other in the ribs and laughing. Suddenly, out in the street, a car alarm went off—a high-pitched brain-piercing wail. The immediate reaction around the tables was a collective sigh of exasperation, and then, as the wail continued, a loud “Ah Jaysus” from someone near the door leading into the main part of the pub.
It was obvious that the offending car was parked very close by, and possibly even right outside the pub. But something else was becoming obvious, too. As the general hubbub gave way to the mute frustration of shaking heads, one of the fat, pasty-faced man’s co-drinkers put his pint down and said, in everyone’s hearing, “Isn’t that yours?”
Or—
Isn’t that yours, Noel.
That was it. He called him Noel. Christy remembers now.
“Isn’t that yours, Noel?”
At which fat, pasty-faced Noel shrugged his shoulders. “So?”
“I just—”
“Well, don’t fucking just anything.”
“But—”
“Shut up, right?”
Noel then reached for his glass, and as he took a sip from it, staring ahead, not saying a word to anyone, an almost complete silence, icy and incredulous, descended on the beer garden, with only one sound remaining—the ceaseless, demented wail of the car alarm.
Christy threw his eyes up. People were obviously afraid of this young pup, and it sickened him. Who was he anyway, one of these gangland thugs you read about in the papers?
Noel took another sip from his pint, and a drag from his cigarette. Minutes passed, or what seemed like minutes. Eventually an elderly woman at the next table piped up. “Ah here, love,“ she said, “come on, I’m getting an awful headache.”
It was only then that Noel stubbed out his cigarette and got up from the table to leave. He was huge, Christy saw—not only fat, but tall and broad as well. A barman appeared in the doorway just as Noel was approaching it. The barman’s eyebrows were raised, ready for a confrontation.
“All right, all right,“ Noel said, strolling past him, “keep your fucking hair on.”
Less than a minute later, the car alarm stopped. Noel didn’t come back, and noise levels in the beer garden gradually returned to normal.
Now, of course, it is much quieter—later in the evening, later in the year. Darker, colder. The young man and woman, huddled close together, are more or less whispering to each other. The two old-timers, in contemplative mode, have barely exchanged a word since they came out here. Noel himself has been the most voluble, finding it unnatural to be sitting alone, not talking to anyone. He would rather annoy strangers, roping them into any conversation at all, than sit in silence.
“I was watching that fucking Discovery Channel the other night,“ he says, lighting up a cigarette. “Apparently there’s over two hundred types of shark in the sea.”
The young man and woman both look up, startled. Christy glances over as well.
“Tiger sharks, hammerhead sharks, pigeye sharks, Ga-fucking-lapagos sharks.”
With his cigarette in one hand, Christy puts his other hand up to his chest and coughs. He is retired now, but for fifty years he worked as a barber, and in that time he had plenty of what you might call “characters” in his chair. He recognizes this Noel across the way as a distinct character type himself.
Unstable, unpredictable, dangerous.
“The great white is the only shark that sticks its head out of the water to look around. Amazing, isn’t it?”
Again—though he’s barely listening—Christy nods his head in agreement. All he wants is a quiet smoke.
“I love those names,“ Noel says, flicking ash to the ground. “They’re mad. Fucking hammerhead, what?”
The young couple have turned back in toward each other and are whispering again.
“I said they’re mad, aren’t they?” He is staring directly across at the young couple now, but they don’t seem to have noticed. Christy rests his cigarette in the ashtray.
“Love!” Noel shouts.
The young woman looks up.
“The names. I said they’re fucking mad, aren’t they?”
She doesn’t say anything. Christy can’t tell if she’s nervous or annoyed.
“Well?” Noel says.
“Well what?” the young woman says, definitely annoyed. Her boyfriend hasn’t looked up yet. He’s definitely nervous.
“What do you mean well what? Don’t fucking well what? me, you frigid little bitch.”
Christy throws his eyes up.
The boyfriend exhales loudly and slaps the palm of his hand on the table.
“What’s your problem?” Noel says. “You bleedin’ ponce.”
“Stop it,“ Christy says. “Enough of that.”
Everyone turns now and looks at Christy.
“Who asked you?” Noel says.
“You’re nothing but a bowsie,“ Christy says. “Do you know that?”
Noel holds up his cigarette. “See this? I’ll stick it in your fucking eye if you don’t shut up.”
There is a long silence.
Christy wants to say Go ahead, I’d like to see you try, but when he opens his mouth to speak, nothing happens. He’s seventy-three years old after all. He’s thin and wiry and actually quite frail. He has more or less permanent bronchitis from decades of smoking unfiltered cigarettes.
So what does he think he’s doing?
The man beside Christy, nudging him in the elbow, whispers, “Leave it, Christy, leave it.”
But with his heart thumping, Christy makes another attempt, and this time he manages to get it out.
“Go ahead, fatso,“ he says—the “fatso” coming out of nowhere—”I’d like to see you try.”
“Whoa,“ Noel says, sliding along the bench to get out from behind the table, “what did you say?”
For some reason, as Christy stares over at Noel, all he can think about is the newspaper headline this is going to generate. More specifically, and like a knotted synapse in his brain, it’s the wording he can’t get past: Vicious Thug Assaults Pensioner. Vicious Assault on Pensioner by Thug. Thug in Vicious Assault on Pensioner.
Noel gets to the edge of the bench, and pauses. He takes a drag from his cigarette.
The young woman, meanwhile, stubs hers out. She picks up the lighter and pack of Silk Cut from the table and stuffs them into her bag. Slouched next to her, the young man is trying to look casual, unconcerned.
“Come o...
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11 of 12 people found the following review helpful.
(4.5) "He was that dangerous animal, a man of principle."
By Luan Gaines
Two shocking deaths are the catalyst for Glynn's riveting thriller. A small-time drug dealer with a big ego, Noel Rafferty, is gunned down in a local beer garden; hours later, his uncle, also Noel Rafferty, is killed in a car accident. The Rafferty family is reeling from the double tragedy, but none is more distressed than Gina Rafferty, aunt of one, sister to the other. Gina cannot accept the supposed coincidence of the deaths, especially after the last words her brother spoke to her the night before. Riddled with questions, she investigates on her own, a David in search of Goliath, a young woman with no power or resources, but plenty of courage. Although she has no proof, Gina's instincts lead her to the halls of power and men she has revered, all of whom have feet of clay.
They say politics makes strange bedfellows and a recent deal brokered in London is no exception. A new skyscraper complex, Richmond Plaza, has attracted funding from an American equity firm, thanks to the careful shepherding of property developer Paddy Norton and endorsed by soon-to-be Prime Minister Larry Bolger. Norton and Bolger have a long working history, as well as ties to Gina's brother, the now-deceased Noel Rafferty. Unfortunately, Gina's questions pose a threat to the Richmond project, to Paddy's grand plans and possibly to Bolger's future as Taoisech (prime minister). When Gina contacts Mark Griffin, a young man deeply affected by a family tragedy in his childhood, the dark secrets of the past are unleashed to the detriment of the power brokers, politicians and investors in Richmond Plaza.
Glynn's plot never lets up, from the two deaths at the beginning of the story to a shocking example of gangland violence in a confrontation in a warehouse, from the accident that took the lives of Griffin's family to a stand-off in the glass-walled Richmond Plaza, where Gina holds a gun as the SWAT team gathers. Dreams of power and fortune are run aground in a drug-fueled haze of one greedy man, while another faces the consequences of his family's activities on his behalf. Dublin is on the cusp of greatness with its new complex until Gina takes aim and brings the pretenders to their knees. Prescient in his choice of topic, Glynn has written a stunning modern thriller that addresses the moral ambiguities of the times and the acquisitive ambitions of the wealthy. Luan Gaines/2010.
6 of 7 people found the following review helpful.
Intelligent mystery and political tale in modern day Dublin
By rgregg
Winterland is one amazing book and may slip by readers since most have never heard of the author. But don't miss this one because it is a thrill ride.
Combining murder, politics, technology and economic back dealing, Glynn sets up an premise that begins with a murder, proceeds to a death in a auto accident and then builds to a captivating plot that is bound to capture your attention.
The leads in this story are not detectives, secret agents, lawyers, private investigators or some sort of Six Million Dollar man who can solve anything with gun play or martial art moves.
Gina Rafferty and Mark Griffin are two ordinary people who get caught up in a labyrinth conspiracy by powerful people involved in the complex politics and back room dirty tricks of modern day Ireland and specifically Dublin. Both have had tragedy occur to them involving members of their family and both feel there is much more to the story than meets the eye. And the villains in this book are equally fascinating, evil and yet very vulnerable.
Glynn sets up the cast of his thrilling crime novel and their various motivations clearly yet not completely until the end of the novel. He has some set pieces, one on the top of a building under construction, one in a warehouse and one in a hospital which would on their own make for phenomenal episodes of "24". During these moments, you will be turning the pages with excitement to find out how they turn out and believe me surprises await! The last pages are as intense as the previous 300.
What is going on with the brand new high rise being built near the docklands of Dublin? What is in store for the Irish minister who craves power and is willing to do anything to reach the top of Irish government? What happened years earlier in a tragic auto accident and how does that tie into another mysterious crash that occurred years later? Why did two people with the same name in the same family die within hours of each other?
I had a hard time putting down this book because Glynn never lets up on the mystery or the tension. Pick it up and you like I will be on the waiting list for the next Glynn novel.
5 of 6 people found the following review helpful.
terrific Irish Noir
By A Customer
In a pub in Dublin, someone guns down minor league drug dealer Noel Rafferty. Later that same night his uncle with the identical name dies in a strange car accident. The police proclaim the first death as a gangland homicide and the second as a coincidental accident.
Gina Rafferty rejects the police summation while the cops and most of the family reject her belief that someone sinister is getting away with a double murder. She is ignored because she grieves for her nephew and her brother. Mourning but outraged, Gina investigates the connections between her two dead relatives besides DNA and death. She knew her brother worked on the Richmond Plaza project with avaricious developer Paddy Norton, who has connections with avaricious politician Larry Bolger. Gina is convinced these two powerful greedy partners are behind the deaths in her family and sets out to find the proof.
The key to this terrific Irish Noir is the cast including the city is super solid as the key players come across genuine at a time the Irish economy is in the toilet and about to be flushed to sea. Gina is obstinate and courageous yet treated like a grieving dolt so even as the cops, family, the villains and others warn her to stop her inquiry they treat her as a harmless idiot until the realization she is closing in on the truth. Winterland is a super amateur sleuth as the truth may free you but not in this case.
Harriet Klausner
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