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Hannibal
by Thomas Harris |
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Price: $7.99
Mass Market Paperback
- 672 pages
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Horror lit's head chef Harris serves up another course in his Hannibal
"The Cannibal" Lecter trilogy, and it's a pièce de résistance
for those with strong stomachs. In the first book, Red Dragon (filmed
as Manhunter), Hannibal diabolically helps the FBI track a fascinating
serial killer. (Takes one to know one.) In The Silence of the Lambs,
he advises fledgling FBI manhunter Clarice Starling, then makes a bloody,
brilliant escape.
Years later, posing as scholarly Dr. Fell, curator of a grand family's palazzo, Hannibal lives the good life in Florence, playing lovely tunes by serial killer/composer Henry VIII and killing hardly anyone himself. Clarice is unluckier: in the novel's action-film-like opening scene, she survives an FBI shootout gone wrong, and her nemesis, Paul Krendler, makes her the fall guy. Clarice is suspended, so, unfortunately, the first cop who stumbles on Hannibal is an Italian named Pazzi, who takes after his ancestors, greedy betrayers depicted in Dante's Inferno.
Pazzi is on the take from a character as scary as Hannibal: Mason Verger. When Verger was a young man busted for raping children, his vast wealth saved him from jail. All he needed was psychotherapy--with Dr. Lecter. Thanks to the treatment, Verger is now on a respirator, paralyzed except for one crablike hand, watching his enormous, brutal moray eel swim figure eights and devour fish. His obsession is to feed Lecter to some other brutal pets.
What happens when the Italian cop gets alone with Hannibal? How does Clarice's reunion with Lecter go from macabre to worse? Suffice it to say that the plot is Harris's weirdest, but it still has his signature mastery of realistic detail. There are flaws: Hannibal's madness gets a motive, which is creepy but lessens his mystery. If you want an exact duplicate of The Silence of the Lambs's Clarice/Hannibal duel, you'll miss what's cool about this book--that Hannibal is actually upstaged at points by other monsters. And if you think it's all unprecedentedly horrible, you're right. But note that the horrors are described with exquisite taste. Harris's secret recipe for success is restraint. --Tim Appelo
The New York
Times Book Review, Stephen King
Hannibal is really not a sequel at all, but rather the third
and most satisfying part of one very long and scary ride through the haunted
palace of abnormal psychiatry.
The Wall Street
Journal, Bob Hughes
With Hannibal, Mr. Harris has devised an unlikely, unsentimental
romance out of invidious deeds.
Entertainment
Weekly, Owen Gleiberman
His brilliance as a writer has always been his ability to lure you
into a conspiratorial relationship with the most scandalous extremes of
his imagination.