Thomas E. Kennedy - Böcker

How much of a survivor, in fact, survives? How much must remain of a survivor for him also to be called a man? You tell me to remember. All over again. To remember. Perhaps there is nothing left there, doctor. Perhaps it is all gone.Bernardo Greene is attempting to rebuild his life. Imprisoned and tortured by Pinochet's regime for introducing his students to political poetry, he has arrived at Copenhagen's centre for rehabilitating torture victims at the age of forty-nine, to begin, to begin again.Across from the King's Garden, Michela Ibsen also seeks a new beginning. She has survived an abusive marriage and the death of a child, but does not know whether this makes her strong, or even whole. Her latest boyfriend is young, vain and dangerously possessive.Why do men hit me? Why is it happening again?Michela's eyes meet Bernardo's over a cup of coffee in the café across the lake. During a long Scandinavian summer of endless days and pin-point nights, these two lost souls begin to heal, to forgive and to trust themselves to love.A novel about passion in the wake of loss, pain in the wake of truth, and salvation in the wake of despair, In the Company of Angels is the mesmeric and quietly devastating masterpiece from internationally celebrated author Thomas E. Kennedy.

Kerrigan is writing a guidebook to the city of Copenhagen. Specifically, a guide to the city’s drinking establishments – of which there are over 1,500. Thus, it is a project potentially without end, and one with a certain amount of drunken numbness built into it. And that’s the point: for Kerrigan, an American expat fleeing a terrible betrayal, has plenty he wants to forget. The only problem with his proposed project is his research associate, a voluptuous, green-eyed beauty who makes him tremble with forgotten desire.Kerrigan in Copenhagen is both a love story and a Joycean romp through a magical city.

Patrick Bluett is searching for a new life in the low light of a Copenhagen winter. Divorced and navigating the rocky relationship with his grown-up, nest-flown children, Bluett spends his days listening to John Coltrane’s majestic jazz symphony A Love Supreme and gazing out at the frozen streets, a desolate landscape that somehow matches his reflection in the window. His nights, however, are a little different. Walking unsteadily across the cobblestones, he moves between the neon-tinted bars and clubs of his adopted home, talking whiskey, women and the world with the other lost souls of Copenhagen, those who only seem to come out at night. But when he befriends a neighbour, a man in similar circumstances, the apartment across the hall reveals some strange secrets and Bluett realises how little he really knows of the darkness of the city.