Bøger af Frederic Hunter

Translated from the famous French novel, "I Miss You, Angel," this book chronicles the epic journey of a highly successful writer embarking on a quest to fulfill his dream: finding love. It's a funny, witty, easily accessible novel with great depth. "I died so many times before living, so many times that I couldn't tell you how many times I died in a single day without her. She, she's someone to me. And it's true, everyone experiences it, everyone knows it from having crossed paths, life is full of people, but sometimes, along the way, we truly cross someone. In the crowd, amidst all the faces in the world, you grasp, quite unknown, obviously unknown but not at all a stranger. The face of an old friend, undoubtedly from a forgotten time, carrying that air of déjà vu, of already loved, and even so loved. It's love that remembers that face. Love remembers everything, even what hasn't happened yet." Art does not reproduce the visible; it makes visible. Paul KLEE

Non, ça ne commence même pas par une séparation. Ça commence le jour d'après, et bien sûr, ça continue le lendemain avec le jour suivant, et encore le surlendemain, et ainsi de suite... Et c'est comme ça tous les jours, le bordel. Car elle est partie, cette conne. Pourquoi, pour qui ? Mystère. C'était pourtant si joli, l'amour. Bref... Ce serait presque triste, si ce n'était pas si drôle. Et si beau aussi, parfois. Mais bon, c'est la vie aussi qu'est comme ça, non ? Triste, drôle... et tellement belle, même quand elle est moche. La vie, est toute comme elle. Toujours... Toujours si belle, cette conne.

La vie de Frédéric est remplie de beaucoup de choses importantes, mais vides. Il est conseiller régional, et fait de son mieux; oui, il est gentil, et comme souvent le sont les gens gentils, même s'il a tout pour être heureux, il est un peu triste en vérité. Il refait le monde, le soir, en écoutant du jazz, et sirotant sans fin des fonds de whisky, avec son mystérieux meilleur ami. Lors de l'inauguration d'un foyer pour adultes handicapés, il tombe sur elle, Emilie, et amoureux. Emilie est une femme ingénue en situation de handicap, dont le suicide est la principale préoccupation, et, c'est drôle, mais quand elle marche, elle ne fait aucun bruit sur le sol, et semble ne rien peser. Parce que Frédéric s'interroge un peu trop sur l'intérêt de la construction d'un grand pôle "Recherche et Développement", au nord de Rennes, un tueur est engagé pour l'éliminer. Et son meilleur ami a disparu... C'est là que la magie de la vie et de l'amour débute son tour, démarre son spectacle. En toile de fond, le roman traite du pouvoir, bien réel, de l'imagination et de l'amour.

When international correspondent Tom Craig travels to Malawi to report on a mysterious string of murders terrorizing the tiny country, he discovers another mystery that must be solved, this one very close to his heart.  He decides to revisit Joss, a woman with whom he had a passionate affair some years back and who is married to the newly arrived American ambassador to Malawi.  Although they last parted vowing never to meet again, he is secretly hoping to see her.  But he discovers that the woman at the ambassador’s side is an imposter.  He also learns he’s had a daughter by Joss who is in mortal danger.  As he struggles to find out what happened to Joss and save his daughter, Tom is also solving the mystery of the string of murders with possible political links, reportedly being committed by a leopard-man.  His view of life evolves as he confronts African myth very much alive in Malawi, threats to his own life, and deep desire for justice and family.

"Amidst the chaos that followed independence from Belgium in 1960, Kivu was spared . . . and survived. It was a "little paradise" as strife and disorder drew ever nearer. Frederic Hunter sketches local characters, both whimsical and profound, probes the inanities of US Foreign Policy, and paints the darkness gathering beyond Kivu, forces that would inevitably overwhelm this quaint, quirky realm of hope and humanity. As a young Foreign Service officer, Frederic Hunter was assigned to the Congo in 1963, three years after independence. He expected to encounter heat, jungle, hardship, violence. Instead, he found the Kivu, a kind of paradise, nestled among Rift Valley lakes. The climate was benign, the beauty extraordinary. It was peaceful, the people were splendid and got along. He lived in Bukavu, a town that occupied five peninsulas jutting into Lake Kivu. Furthermore, an African king lived atop the nearby green and often fog-bound mountains. This memoir lets you accompany these Kivu adventures. We get to know Hunter's Number One Congolese colleague, a womanizing rogue. We meet local politicians who all attend a luncheon and discuss strategies for victory in the coming election-seemingly oblivious to the point that they were competing against one another for the post. There are expats: an American academic intoxicated by Africa, a missionary woman who has lost track of time. Hunter's truck sank in a mud pit at night and he was soon surrounded by a herd of the most dangerous animals in Africa: hippos. Hunter risks more, however, when a local Kivu woman catches his eye and then steals his heart"--

Amidst the chaos, armed rebellion, killings, and cold war threats that followed independence from Belgium in 1960, Kivu was for the most part spared for a brief year or two. It was a "little paradise" as strife and disorder drew ever nearer.Frederic Hunter sketches local characters, both whimsical and profound, probes the inanities of US Foreign Policy, and paints the darkness gathering beyond Kivu, forces that would inevitably overwhelm this quaint, quirky realm of hope and humanity.