Nerve Damage

Nerve Damage

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Renowned sculptor Roy Valois receives the worst news since learning of his adored wife Delia's death in South America fifteen years ago. His doctor tells him he's dying--and a morbid curiosity about how he'll be remembered inspires Roy, with the help of a local computer geek, to hack into a newspaper's system to read his prewritten obituary. But the death notice includes a small discrepancy about his late wife--and by calling the mistake to the attention of the surprised obit writer, Roy has inadvertently sealed an innocent man's doom.

Suddenly Roy has a mission: to uncover the truth about the woman he can't stop loving--secrets guarded by powerful forces who believe murder is an acceptable price for keeping them buried. With his disease-ravaged body's final betrayal rapidly approaching, Roy must somehow stay alive long enough to find the answers: Who was Delia? How did she die? Why did she die?

Did she die?

Publisher: New York :, William Morrow
Copyright Date: ©2007
ISBN: 9780061854422
Characteristics: 1 online resource
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Additional Contributors: OverDrive, Inc. - Distributor

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Oct 26, 2018

Nerve Damage is one of those books about which David McCord's quotation was written: "Books fall open, you fall in." I stayed up much too late reading this. I like Abrahams' writing (as Abrahams and also as Spencer Quinn), and so was motivated to do the stretching of credulity required to enjoy this book. One silly example: "Roy put down the gun, removed his jacket, ripped out the lining, used it as a tourniquet around Westie's leg." Maybe the part about using his little pocket tool with the built-in scissors was omitted. Maybe the lining was velcroed in.... A bigger example: Roy climbs up to a mountain cabin in the dark, while ill, with a broken arm, after fainting at Janet Habib's, driving home from Cape Cod to Vermont through the night, calling Freddy at 3 am, and, understandably, feeling worn out. And then he wrestled with Lenore, made it back down the mountain, and dug up a coffin. Wow, what a guy.

Sep 10, 2013

A good, basic mystery. The plot is not overly complicated, and therefore easy to follow, but in some places it becomes too predictable. The emotional reactions of the characters are believably written, but some personalities are flat and some characters are not fleshed out enough to make them easy to relate to. Almost all dialogue is described as "said," including questions, which can become monotonous. Interesting to see an everyday person - not a police detective, private investigator, or government agent - as the one putting the pieces together. Lacks the multiple levels of intrigue and interwoven plots of more complex crime novels, but works as a solid, stand-alone mystery.

Mar 26, 2013

This thriller about a government program gone awry and the wife of man who got caught up in it. I loved the fact that the protagonist( not a detective but a scrap metal artist) uses clues to find out what were the circumstances of wife death in a plane crash. While I enjoyed the story, I didn't like the simple intrigue of the plot.


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Sep 09, 2013

Roy read his obituary twice, his hands a little shaky the first time, steady the second. A tragic epic in scrap steel - he could live with that. That crazy juxtaposition made Roy laugh out loud; looking up, he saw Skippy staring at him.
"They have humour in the obituaries?" Skippy said.
"Maybe not intentionally," said Roy.

Sep 09, 2013

pg 10
"That's what I though," said Luis. "But it's art anyway, huh?" He studied it for a moment. "Weird," he said.
"Weird how?" said Krishna
"Weird how?" said Luis. he thought. "It kind of reminds me..." He lapsed into silence
"Of?" said Krishna
"This one rush hour on the L.I.E."
"The L.I.E.?" said Krishna
"you know how it gets," said Luis, "But this was a few years ago, freezing rain. Everyone was going real slow, but it didn't do no good 'cause there was a big crack-up anyway - happened right in front of me - like in slow motion."
"A slow-motion crackup?" said Krishna. He gave Roy a significant look, as though he'd proved something.

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Sep 09, 2013

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Sep 09, 2013

Sometimes the dead live on in your dreams... at least that's true for Roy Valois. His wife, Delia, died fifteen years earlier while working for a private think tank and he has never forgotten her. Roy is a well-known sculptor in the art world. his newest piece, a magnificent creation he calls 'Delia', has just been finished, a sign that he's found a little closure at last.
Then Roy gets some news of the grimmest kind. It's the kind of news that forces thoughts in unexpected directions, such as the contents of one's obituary. Roy and his lawyer, a close friend, find themselves wondering whether Roy's obituary will mention a big goal he scored in college hockey. Roy's friend suggests that they could probably find out. With some help, they hack into the morgue files of the New York Times. There's no mention of his goal, but something else about his obituary bothers Roy. According to the New York Times, his wife was working for the United Nations when she died - not the think tank.
At first, Roy thinks it's a simple mistake, but when a conversation with the writer of his obituary fails to clear things up, he suspects something more. The deeper he digs , the more confusing his wife's past becomes. Delia's former colleagues deny ever knowing her, the building that housed the think tank has supposedly served as the offices for another organization for decades, and Roy can't find any records of it's existence. Who was Delia? Who did she work for? How did she really die? Did she really die? With time running out, a desperate Roy won't stop until he knowns the truth about the woman he can't stop loving.


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