The Boy in the Park: A gripping psychological thriller with a shocking twist. A Grayson J
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Название: The Boy in the Park: A gripping psychological thriller with a shocking twist
Автор: A Grayson J
Издательство: HarperCollins
isbn: 9780008239350
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Chapter 37. The Kitchen
Chapter 38. The Living Room
Chapter 39. The Living Room
Chapter 40. Christmas Day – Two Weeks Later
The Schoolyard, 1975
Chapter 41. At School – Two Months Later
Chapter 42. The Schoolyard
Chapter 43. The Boy in the Park, Stanza 6
Part Three
Redding
Chapter 44. Thursday – Nightfall
Chapter 45. Thursday – Night-Time
Chapter 46. Taped Recording Cassette #057A – Interviewer: P. Lavrentis
Chapter 47. Thursday
Chapter 48. Thursday
Chapter 49. Taped Recording Cassette #057A – Interviewer: P. Lavrentis
Chapter 50. Thursday
Chapter 51. Friday
Chapter 52. The Boy in the Park, Stanza 7
Chapter 53. Saturday
Chapter 54. Sunday
Vacaville, California
Chapter 55. Conference Room 4C – California Medical Facility – State Prison
Chapter 56. Conference Room 4C – California Medical Facility
Chapter 57. Taped Recording Cassette #058A – Interviewer: P. Lavrentis
Chapter 58. Conference Room 4C – California Medical Facility
Part Four
On The Road
Chapter 59. Wednesday
Chapter 60. Thursday
Chapter 61. Thursday
Chapter 62. Thursday Night
Chapter 63. Friday Morning
Nashville
Chapter 64. Friday Evening
Chapter 65. Sunday
Chapter 66. Monday
Chapter 67. Monday Evening
Chapter 68. Monday Evening
Chapter 69. Monday Evening
Part Five
Vacaville, California
Chapter 70. California Medical Facility – State Prison – The Present Day
Chapter 71. Conference Room 6A – California Medical Facility
Chapter 72. Friday – Two Weeks Later
Note
The Boy in the Park
Acknowledgements
About the Author
About the Publisher
Little boy in the park,
Little boy standing, lost.
The waters quiet, the tree-wings
dance
For the little boy still, unmoving.
The little boy with stick in hand;
Little boy weeping …
Little boy weeping …
My bench in the park is old, tainted from moisture, tinged a faint green by the growth of a moss that will one day consume it. A brass plaque that was once a colour other than tarnished black notes that it is dedicated ‘To the Memory of Margaret Hoss, Beloved (1924–2008).’ Margaret’s bench, now mine. We sit together beneath the trees. We sit and we watch, and the world dances before us.
From Margaret’s bench I am afforded the best view in the park. It is not off one of the great grassy quadrangles, nor the main paved walkways that criss-cross the gardens. To find it requires taking one of the thousand dirt pathways that branch away from these, spidering into densely planted greenery that’s divided, for convenience, by continent of origin. My bench is in the hidden underbrush of Temperate Asia, and all around it are plants with names like Autumn Joy, Nymphaea fabiola, Emerald Cypress and Primrose Willow. The bench itself sits on a patch of wood chips – a place to rest one’s feet in the absence of mud. A private retreat. And descending below, spreading out beyond my toes, is the pond.
The pond is tranquil, even beautiful. Not the blue-basined, sanitized sort of water feature too common in public spaces (there’s one of those in the park, too, at the centre of its most obvious green lawn). The pond, though entirely manmade, is of a style au naturel. Just the right number of lily pads and watercress colour its surface. A few stones peek up from the brown water, often serving as perches for birds or even the occasional turtle. Surrounded by tall leafy trees, the pond is generally hidden from the breeze, and so almost always the texture of glass – and just as reflective.
I sit on my bench, the poet in the midst of poetry. It is an everyday thing, or almost everyday, this visit. I come with my little Moleskine notebook and stubby pencil, sometimes with a paper cup dredging coffee beneath a plastic lid marked with the brown imprints of my lips. And I, the poet, СКАЧАТЬ