2006, ISBN: 9780299113148

Corgi. Good. 4.19 x 1.19 x 7.06 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 2006. 439 pages. Cover worn.<br>1942. The Nazi hammer is about to fall on the beleaguered city of Cairo. As tension m… Meer...

Corgi. Good. 4.19 x 1.19 x 7.06 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 2006. 439 pages. Cover worn.<br>1942. The Nazi hammer is about to fall on the beleaguered city of Cairo. As tension mounts, a key Britis h officer is found brutally murdered. Nobody can fathom the motiv es behind the killing, and it is certainly the wrong time to star t asking questions. Former New York cop Joe Quinn is a maverick whose methods run against the grain of the British military polic e. But he is tasked with uncovering the truth and in spite of the circumstances determines to do so - in his own way. Is this mere ly a straightforward case of espionage or something rather more i ntimate? Editorial Reviews Review Bradby's best book yet... enj oyable and atmosheric. -Sunday Telegraph About the Author Tom B radby, a foreign correspondent for the British television network ITN, is the author of The Master of Rain and The White Russian. He has spent the last nine years covering British and American po litics, as well as conflicts in China, Ireland, Kosovo, and Indon esia. While living in Hong Kong and writing this novel, Bradby re searched historical records and archives of 1920s Shanghai. He no w lives in London with his wife and three children. Excerpt. ® R eprinted by permission. All rights reserved. CHAPTER ONE Cairo, June 1942 The Khamseen had blown all night, Rattling doors, slip ping through keyholes and whistling down corridors, before buryin g its cargo deep in the skin. The Egyptians said the suffocatingl y hot desert wind commemorated the period of fifty days during wh ich Cain had carried the body of his brother Abel. It certainly f elt like a punishment. Quinn rubbed tired eyes, tugged at his sh irt collar and tried to shift the grit from round his neck. He ha d not slept but, then, he had not expected to. This day had appro ached with grim inevitability. 'Sir?' Madden said. 'Yeah.' 'Ar e you awake?' 'Very funny.' 'Then what do you think?' Quinn cl osed his eyes. Sure, they knew what he was really thinking. It wa s a day upon which any distraction was welcome, but none would ho ld his attention for more than a few moments. What did he make o f the issue at hand? What other conclusion was there? The documen t in front of him was stamped, 'MOST SECRET. Cairo, Evacuation Pl ans', and was an admission of failure that Allied chiefs dared no t make but could not avoid much longer. He glanced at the maps o n the wall. The first depicted in pink the British Empire in Afri ca and the Middle East as it had been at the start of the war, st retching from Libya to Palestine. The second showed how fast it w as shrinking. The waves of defensive line upon defensive line, dr awn and redrawn in grease pencil, were moving closer to Cairo. Th e Desert Fox was no more than a day's drive away. 'Where's Romme l this morning?' Quinn asked. He no longer attended briefings. Th e British top brass had made it clear he wasn't welcome. 'It's s till confused, but we appear to be massing here . . .' Madden pla ced his finger between the sea and the Qattara Depression. 'Just by the railway halt at El Alamein. They reckon it won't give him much room for manoeuvre.' Quinn thought of the battle-weary troo ps he'd seen pouring in from the north at dawn. 'So this is the l ast stand? If Rommel breaks through to Alexandria, the way to Cai ro is open?' 'I suppose so. You know what they're saying - that the Nazis can read our every move.' As a rule, Quinn ignored gos sip: if it was to be believed, the city was awash with Rommel's s pies. He listened to the sound of a train rattling into the stat ion below and glanced out of the window. One of the city's scaven ging kites hovered high in the hard blue sky. He wondered if Mae was up yet, imagined her dressing in front of the chipped gold mi rror in the corner of their bedroom. She'd want to look her best today. 'That's what the unit commanders are saying in the field, ' Madden said soberly. 'Hmm.' Quinn took out a packet of Cape to Cairo cigarettes, lit one and threw the thin carton across the t able. Madden helped himself and passed it on to Kate Mowbray. The y smoked in silence. Quinn tapped the edge of a report Madden had typed on their previous case. He needed to sign it off this morn ing. 'What happened last night?' he asked. He'd driven them throu gh the previous investigation until they were all hollow-eyed wit h tiredness. 'Seven arrests. Nothing to interest us.' Quinn had left Madden on duty, but he ought to have been there himself. Th e city was edgy, fractious, tormented by the weather and the rele ntless nature of Rommel's advance. 'I walked across to the railw ay station,' Madden went on, 'just after midnight.' 'And?' 'Ver y crowded.' 'Panic?' 'Getting close to it. I saw the last train to Jerusalem pull out.' 'People fighting to get on?' 'Not figh ting, but . . .' he shrugged '. . . it was crowded.' He stretched his long back. He was a tall man, the impression heightened by a gaunt frame and a thick mop of curly ginger hair. The desert sun had burnt his pale, freckled skin. Quinn heard laughter in the next room. He stood up and saw, through the window in the partiti on door, that a woman was talking to one of his assistants, Serge ant Cohen. As she leant back in the chair, her long, dark brown h air cascaded over her shoulders. Cohen was laughing, too. Quinn caught sight of Effatt, chief detective of the Cairo Police, who appeared to be sharing the joke. At least it was good to see him smiling. 'What'd you suppose Effatt's doing here at this time in the morning?' he asked. In theory, his friend dealt only with cri mes among the local populace, Quinn exclusively with those involv ing the hundreds of thousands of soldiers circulating through the city. In practice, they often worked together. Neither of his c ompanions answered, so Quinn put his halffinished cigarette in th e wooden ashtray on the desk and opened the door. The clock betwe en the windows on the far wall showed just before eight. In the r icher, more textured light of evening, you could make out the tip s of the Pyramids from here, but for the rest of the day they wer e indistinguishable through the haze. 'Good mornin',' Quinn said. Cohen stood alongside Effatt, but the woman remained seated. 'T his is Mrs Amy White.' 'Sure, we've met.' Quinn offered his hand . She took it, her grip firm and palm dry. Cool green eyes scruti nized his. She wore a white silk scarf to shield her face from th e dust outside, a brown jacket and cream trousers. 'You know one another?' Effatt asked. 'Mrs White is a volunteer at the same h ospital as my wife.' Effatt coughed. 'She came to my office a fe w minutes ago. She said she had heard a commotion in the apartmen t above her own but received no answer when she went up to check upon its cause.' Effatt spoke English with a faint American accen t, the legacy of a year spent at the University of Michigan short ly before the war. 'Not really a matter for us,' Quinn said. 'M rs White went up a second time. She found the apartment had been . . . disturbed. She believes the gentleman who occupies it works at GHQ.' 'What's his name?' 'Captain Rupert Durant,' Amy said. Quinn nodded at the sergeant. 'Cohen, go get me-' 'Q Branch, s ir. I've already checked. He works at Movement Control.' Quinn f rowned. Movement Control was a sensitive department, its staff pr ocessing detailed information on the deployment and fighting stre ngth of every unit in the field. He waited for Amy White to conti nue, but she made no sign of intending to do so. 'Tell me, ma'am, what did you find inside?' he asked. He kept his tone formal. He 'd met her a couple of times while he was waiting for Mae in the hallway, away from the stench of the wards. 'The apartment looke d like a bomb had hit it,' she said. 'I didn't figure Durant as t he untidy kind.' 'You knew him?' 'To exchange greetings.' 'How 'd you know he worked at GHQ?' 'It was something I heard.' 'You aware of what he did there?' 'No.' 'You didn't know which bran ch he worked in?' 'No, Major, I did not.' 'When did you last se e him?' 'Yesterday. Maybe the day before.' 'What about his sufr agi? You-' 'He doesn't employ one.' 'He ain't got no servants?' Ed Madden and Kate Mowbray were also frowning. For a British of ficer in Egypt, it was unusual. 'Not that I know of. You'd have to ask him.' There was the sudden wail of an air-raid siren from the roof. Commonplace at night, it was rare in the day, but incr easing in frequency. Quinn walked to the balcony and pushed open the doors. The siren howled against an empty, peerlessly blue sky . Quinn squinted, trying to make out the black dot of an aircraft , or the rumble of its engines, but he could hear only the bustle of traffic around Bab el Hadid. He watched the kites circling th e tall spires of the Turkish mosque in Saladin's citadel, then lo oked across to the railway station. A large crowd had gathered: p eople were sitting on suitcases or searching for pools of shade. Two uniformed military policemen strolled among them, with their distinctive red caps and webbing. A waiter dressed in a white dje llaba and bright red fez skipped at their heels, offering a silve r tray laden with small glasses of tea. He turned back in, close d the doors against the heat and the wind. He sat down, leant aga inst the Imperial typewriter on Cohen's desk and rested his feet on a grey filing cabinet. The phone trilled beside him and he lif ted the mouthpiece, then let it fall. Amy White hadn't moved. 'So , you heard a commotion in Durant's apartment?' They were in the centre of the atrium between the two corridors, so his voice was partially lost to the circling fans high in the domed roof above. 'Something like that. A thump, chairs pushed around.' 'How'd y ou figure-' 'I wanted to check if he was all right.' Quinn exam ined Amy White's face. It seemed to him that there was a note of self-justification in her voice, which the circumstances did not appear to warrant. He turned. 'Kate, go-' 'I saw him.' He swung back. Amy White's expression was sombre now. 'You saw whom?' 'T en minutes or so after I first heard the commotion, the door open ed upstairs and there were rapid footsteps. I pulled open my own door.' Quinn waited. 'And what did you see?' Amy leant forward, her arms wrapped round her shoulders, as if she was trying to wa rd off a chill. 'A man. Tall. He hesitated a moment, looked at me , then walked on past. He didn't say anything.' 'You get a good look?' 'He wore a hat, a fedora, pulled low over his eyes. He wa s about your height and dressed in a white linen suit, with immac ulate shoes. His eyes were bright, like a wolf's.' 'A white guy? ' 'Yes. He had a cleft chin. Like you.' She pointed to Quinn. 'A smaller nose, a distinctive mole in the centre of his right chee k.' It was a lot to take in from a single glance. 'And after he' d gone you went upstairs?' 'No. I went back into my apartment. B ut I got to thinking. What was the noise I'd heard? Why hadn't an yone answered my knock? Was Captain Durant all right? So I went b ack up.' The office was filling up, the typists, language office rs and specialists of the central pool arriving at their desks. O n the far side of the atrium Major Alastair Macleod, head of Fiel d Security, stood outside his office, arms crossed, deep in conve rsation with his Egyptian adviser, Reza. 'Hang on there.' Quinn ducked into his own office to retrieve a revolver from his desk d rawer. As he did so, he saw Kate Mowbray looking at him through s mall pebble glasses, her straight auburn hair damp with sweat aga inst her forehead. Instinctively, he knew she did not approve of Amy White. Technically Kate was only his driver, but she was sma rt and efficient, and since he was chronically short of staff he' d integrated her into their unit, the detective division of the R oyal Military Police. She was from Cape Town and had come here wi th the South African Women's Auxiliary Arms Service. Quinn pulle d on a desert jacket, concealed his revolver, then checked he had his pink Special Investigation Branch warrant card. 'Ed, better go round to Movement Control, see if you can find Captain Durant. If you do, bring him over to his apartment. Don't tell him nothi n'. We'll see you there.' 'You're going out?' 'Yeah.' 'Colonel Lewis is holding an evacuation briefing over at GHQ at lunchtime . You haven't forgotten?' 'We'll be back in an hour.' 'Colonel Lewis said our presence was mandatory, sir.' 'We'll be there.' 'He asked me to give you this.' Ed Madden was holding an envelop e. Quinn took it. He glanced at his name on the front, then pulle d out the note inside. Dear Joe, it read, I shall be thinking of you today. I can only imagine how difficult it will be to get thr ough, but thank you for all your hard work and dedication over th e past year in such trying circumstances. Best regards as ever, y ours, Charles. Quinn slipped the note into his pocket, looked up . They were all watching him. 'How'd he know it was today?' 'It would be hard for any of us to forget,' Ed said. 'Sure.' Quinn f elt embarrassed. 'Thank you.' He led the way out of his office a nd across the atrium. As he reached the stairs, he noticed Reza s tanding on the half-landing, gazing out of the window as a couple of his assistants unloaded a group of Egyptian men from the back of an Austin utility vehicle in the courtyard below. The prisone rs' arms were bound behind their backs with white rope, which sug gested they were probably students from one of the universities - 'subversives', as Macleod and Reza called them. Reza liked to c onduct interrogations himself, and sometimes, as you passed over the ventilation grilles by the main entrance, you could hear crie s from the cells below. The Egyptian turned, a waft of his perfu me catching in Quinn's nostrils, his dark eyes fixed on the party coming dow, Corgi, 2006, 2.5, University of Wisconsin Press. Used - Very Good. Very Good condition. A copy that may have a few cosmetic defects. May also contain light spine creasing or a few markings such as an owners name, short gifters inscription or light stamp. Bundled media such as CDs, DVDs, floppy disks or access codes may not be included., University of Wisconsin Press, 3<

2006, ISBN: 9780299113148

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London: Hogarth Press, 1969. Hb, 164pp. Fair+ in a Good dj which has a couple of tears. Some pages have brief inked underlining. Includes a summary of Forster's work and intellectual … Meer...

London: Hogarth Press, 1969. Hb, 164pp. Fair+ in a Good dj which has a couple of tears. Some pages have brief inked underlining. Includes a summary of Forster's work and intellectual position; his early life; recurrent themes in his writing; analyses of Forster's five novels and the more important essays.. Hard Cover. Fair/Good., Hogarth Press, 1969, 2.25, Anchor Books, Doubleday, 1963. Paperback. Acceptable. Readable copy. Pages may have considerable notes/highlighting. ~ ThriftBooks: Read More, Spend Less.Dust jacket quality is not guaranteed., Anchor Books, Doubleday, 1963, 2.5, AMACOM. Very Good. 6.25 x 0.75 x 9.25 inches. Hardcover. 2006. 256 pages. <br>Foreword by Paco Underhill With Baby Boomer wome n spending well over a trillion dollars a year on goods and servi ces, the days of women 40+ being ignored by marketers are numbere d. Overthrowing stereotypes of aging, the groundswell of awarenes s is no less than a marketing revolution. BOOM is a comprehensi ve guide to identifying, reaching and influencing Baby Boomer wom en. The book features insights and case histories from 40 top mar keters, including executives from Intel, Ford, Seabourn Cruises, Citigroup, Wellpoint, Mary Kay, and more. The authors, experts in marketing to this demographic, present insider intelligence that includes: * proprietary research that will give a competitive edge to companies seeking new, expanded consumer markets * the I mago Diagnostic (ID) -- a motivational assessment tool to help id entify what makes Baby Boomer women tick * easy-to-use charts co rrelating ages to life stages and generational influences * the Eight Things You May Not Know About Boomer Women -- But Should BOOMÂ's practical resources combine to reveal an essential truth about Baby Boomer women: they are more than a niche market. In ma ny cases, they are the marketplace itself. Editorial Reviews Re view It's about time marketers realize that Boomer women can no longer be ignored in favor of younger consumers who don't even co me close to have the buying power of these women. The authors bri ng clarity, insight, and focus to a misunderstood group of consum ers, and offer solutions from marketers who are successfully tapp ing into this important consumer group. -- Fara Warner, author, The Power of the Purse: How Smart Companies Are Adapting to th e World's Most Important Consumers--Women Kudos to Mary Brown a nd Carol Orsborn for their compelling new book BOOM. They have hi t the sweet spot of the luxury market: Boomer women who not only are the decision makers in 80 percent of important purchases but also sophisticated trend leaders shaping the future definition of luxury products and services. They've assembled a savvy group of contributors who share real-world knowledge in ways that luxury marketers can apply to the challenge of growing their respective businesses, revenues and loyalty of one of the most influential c ommunities in today's marketplace. News luxury marketers can use. A must-read. -- Gregory J. Furman, Founder & Chairman, The Lux ury Marketing Council Worldwide (since 1994) Mary Brown and Car ol Orsborn have crafted a Swiss-knife aid for those committed to figuring out this huge market of more than 38 million women. BOOM gives you vital tools for opening up this market to whatever you are selling. Somehow, they talked top marketing officers in near ly 40 organizations into sharing some of their secrets -- a real plus for readers. -- David B. Wolfe, author of Ageless Marketin g: Strategies for Reaching the Hearts and Minds of the New Custom er Majority We've long understood the financial power of the co nsumer aged 40+; now BOOM shines a light on the Boomer woman as t he power consumer, rather than a niche market. Kudos to the 40 ma rketing leaders whose insights and experiences create this guide to understanding and communicating with women 40+. This book is s mart, easy to use, and prescriptive. -- Tim Gibbon, President & CEO, JWT Specialized Communications/Mature Market Group Book D escription Foreword by Paco Underhill Women make the vast majo rity of purchasing decisions in the United States, spending trill ions of dollars every year on everything from food and clothing t o appliances, cars, vacations, real estate, and much more. One huge, affluent segment of that demographic wields more spending c lout than any other: Baby-Boomer women. Born between 1946 and 196 4, these women represent a portion of the buying public no market er can afford to ignore. With successful careers, investments mad e during the boom years, and inheritances from parents or husband s, they are more financially empowered than any previous generati on of women. But what is it that will make these women spend th eir money on your products? Meet Mary Brown and Carol Orsborn, wh ose exclusive business it is to find out what makes Baby-Boomer w omen tick -- and buy. With BOOM, they reveal the results of propr ietary research that has helped their firm's five-star clients ou tclass the competition by reaching and resonating with this power house demographic. BOOM brings together the insights of dozens of market leaders in a wide array of industries, insiders who hav e learned (sometimes the hard way) what works and what doesn't in the battle for the hearts and minds of the ultimate power consum er. You will learn: How to increase your market share of today' s most lucrative consumer demographic What your competition and other industry leaders are doing to reach Baby- Boomer women H ow to minimize the risks and maximize the potential of your effor ts in this market How to find, interpret, and present informati on and statistics and build a strong business case to your collea gues, shareholders, company executives, and others Intelligence for making savvy decisions and communicating the clear message t hat your target customer wants to hear You'll also get the auth ors' exclusive Imago Diagnostic (ID) tool for identifying exactly what resonates with Boomer women, along with the Seven Things Yo u Don't Know About Baby-Boomer Women (But Should). At the age w hen they are more financially comfortable than ever, Baby-Boomer women are now poised and energized to drive consumer markets to u nbelievable new highs. With the eye-opening information and cutti ng-edge strategies in BOOM, your company will be set to enjoy an amazing ride to the top. About the Author Mary Brown is Presid ent and Creative Director at Portland, Maine-based Imago Creative , the only strategic marketing firm in the U.S. specializing excl usively in helping companies reach women of the Baby Boom generat ion. With more than 20 years as an art director, creative directo r, and brand champion working with many of the country's top comp anies, she has distinguished herself as a leading voice on the su bject of marketing to Baby-Boomer women. Carol Orsborn, Ph.D., is Senior Partner at Imago Creative, and is known internationally for her pioneering work on the issues, desires, and concerns of the Baby Boom generation. Her previous books include The Art of R esilience, Inner Excellence at Work, and How Would Confucius Ask for a Raise? She is also the recipient of the public relations in dustry's highest award, the Silver Anvil. </div Book Description Foreword by Paco Underhill Women make the vast majority of pu rchasing decisions in the United States, spending trillions of do llars every year on everything from food and clothing to applianc es, cars, vacations, real estate, and much more. One huge, affl uent segment of that demographic wields more spending clout than any other: Baby-Boomer women. Born between 1946 and 1964, these w omen represent a portion of the buying public no marketer can aff ord to ignore. With successful careers, investments made during t he boom years, and inheritances from parents or husbands, they ar e more financially empowered than any previous generation of wome n. But what is it that will make these women spend their money on your products? Meet Mary Brown and Carol Orsborn, whose exclus ive business it is to find out what makes Baby-Boomer women tick -- and buy. With BOOM, they reveal the results of proprietary res earch that has helped their firm's five-star clients outclass the competition by reaching and resonating with this powerhouse demo graphic. BOOM brings together the insights of dozens of market leaders in a wide array of industries, insiders who have learned (sometimes the hard way) what works and what doesn't in the battl e for the hearts and minds of the ultimate power consumer. You wi ll learn: How to increase your market share of today's most luc rative consumer demographic What your competition and other ind ustry leaders are doing to reach Baby- Boomer women How to mini mize the risks and maximize the potential of your efforts in this market How to find, interpret, and present information and sta tistics and build a strong business case to your colleagues, shar eholders, company executives, and others Intelligence for makin g savvy decisions and communicating the clear message that your t arget customer wants to hear You'll also get the authors' exclu sive Imago Diagnostic (ID) tool for identifying exactly what reso nates with Boomer women, along with the Seven Things You Don't Kn ow About Baby-Boomer Women (But Should). At the age when they a re more financially comfortable than ever, Baby-Boomer women are now poised and energized to drive consumer markets to unbelievabl e new highs. With the eye-opening information and cutting-edge st rategies in BOOM, your company will be set to enjoy an amazing ri de to the top. About the Author Mary Brown is President and Cr eative Director at Portland, Maine-based Imago Creative, the only strategic marketing firm in the U.S. specializing exclusively in helping companies reach women of the Baby Boom generation. With more than 20 years as an art director, creative director, and bra nd champion working with many of the country's top companies, she has distinguished herself as a leading voice on the subject of m arketing to Baby-Boomer women. Carol Orsborn, Ph.D., is Senior Partner at Imago Creative, and is known internationally for her p ioneering work on the issues, desires, and concerns of the Baby B oom generation. Her previous books include The Art of Resilience, Inner Excellence at Work, and How Would Confucius Ask for a Rais e? She is also the recipient of the public relations industry's h ighest award, the Silver Anvil. </div About the Author Mary Bro wn is President and Creative Director at Portland, Maine-based Im ago Creative, the only strategic marketing firm in the U.S. speci alizing exclusively in helping companies reach women of the Baby Boom generation. With more than 20 years as an art director, crea tive director, and brand champion working with many of the countr y's top companies, she has distinguished herself as a leading voi ce on the subject of marketing to Baby-Boomer women. Carol Orsb orn, Ph.D., is Senior Partner at Imago Creative, and is known int ernationally for her pioneering work on the issues, desires, and concerns of the Baby Boom generation. Her previous books include The Art of Resilience, Inner Excellence at Work, and How Would Co nfucius Ask for a Raise? She is also the recipient of the public relations industry's highest award, the Silver Anvil. </div ., AMACOM, 2006, 3, University of Wisconsin Press, 1988. Paperback. Good. Former library book; Pages can have notes/highlighting. Spine may show signs of wear. ~ ThriftBooks: Read More, Spend Less.Dust jacket quality is not guaranteed., University of Wisconsin Press, 1988, 2.5<

1988, ISBN: 0299113140

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1988, ISBN: 9780299113148

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