All Quiet on the Orient Express

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In ''All Quiet on the Orient Express,'' Mills revisits the struggles of the downtrodden. But this new novel is more a parable of entrapment in which devious occurrences force the unnamed narrator out of his dreamy passivity and into

Nanja Labi in Time wrote, "In this creepy, deadpan novel by a nominee for Britain's Booker Prize, nothing much happens—except that one man slowly, painlessly, surrenders his life". [3] Lccn 99026990 Ocr ABBYY FineReader 11.0 Ocr_converted abbyy-to-hocr 1.1.20 Ocr_module_version 0.0.16 Openlibrary OL38602M Openlibrary_edition turning. As a result there was a lot of painting to do. I decided that the best way to go about it was to be methodical, so I would start with the hinges, then do the outer frame of the gate before working my way inwards. He’s a bit of a handyman. Or, at least, so Mr Parker seems to think. No matter, he’ll soon be on that train east to India from these wet lakeland fells. Just as soon as he’s finished that little job Mr Parker asked him to do. I'd inadvertently become his servant.'' But the discovery changes nothing. The narrator continues to perform the jobs that are doled out to him and the weeks continue to pass, with him no closer to India.

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Nobody did, so after a few minutes spent gazing at the water I continued my journey along the shore. Finally, I arrived at the north end of the lake, passed through a kissing gate, and walked across a deserted spread everywhere. Then I recalled the words of the dairyman when he said, `I'll just put this a bit nearer.' I hadn't really taken any notice of what he was doing, but he must have moved the tin. I was sure I glanced at the gate that was hooked open beside us. It was a steel tube type, painted red and hinged on substantial concrete posts. in to do the job because he had nothing better to do. Nevertheless, I was surprised at the interest my presence seemed to arouse amongst passers-by. There must have been thousands of visitors to the area throughout the Auch der zweite Mills-Roman, Indien kann warten, ist schwarzer Humor pur. (...) Mills versteht es, diesen ganzen Wahnsinn höchst überzeugend in Szene zu setzen. Mehr noch, es gelingt ihm, den Leser völlig in den Bann seiner Erzählung zu schlagen." - Gerd Busse, Frankfurter Rundschau

I'd made up my mind about that, and was just brewing the tea, when a movement caught my eye. Walking down the narrow concrete road that led from the house came a teenage girl in school uniform. I looked I was slightly surprised by this. There'd been quite a lot of people staying here when I first arrived, and I more or less assumed I'd gone unnoticed before today. After all, I was only one tent

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Well,' I said. `I've always fancied seeing the lakes, so I thought I'd have a couple of weeks here first.' Still, the narrator finds a place there: Parker always has something for him to do, his daughter Gail has homework she needs help with, and eventually he's even accepted on one pub's dart team. morning, he had finally made his approach. I emerged from my tent, barefoot, and the conversation continued. The story's very ambiguity steadily feeds its mysteriousness and power, and Danielewski's mastery of postmodernist and cinema-derived rhetoric up the ante continuously, and stunningly. One of the most impressive excursions into the supernatural in many a year. Flint, James (28 August 2005). "The games men play". The Daily Telegraph. London . Retrieved 12 May 2010. [ dead link]