Hieronder staan drie detectives om de aangekondigde stakingen – zonder veel gepieker over onze nationale politiek – te overbruggen. Je kan er immers ook thuis altijd een hete herfst van maken op een aangename manier!
1. “The Coroner’s Lunch” van Colin Cotteril
Na het lezen van het eerste blad (hieronder) wist ik het al: hier ga ik van genieten.
“People’s Democratic Republic of Laos, October 1976
Tran, Tran and Hok broke through the heavy end-of-wet season clouds. The warm night air rushed against their reluctant smiles and yanked their hair vertically. They fell in a neat formation, like sleet. There was no time for elegant floating or fancy aerobics; they just followed the rusty bombshells that were tied to their feet with pink nylon string.
Tran the elder led the charge. He was the heaviest of the three. By the time he reached the surface of Nam Ngum reservoir, he was already ahead by two seconds. If this had been the Olympics, he would have scored a 9.98 or thereabouts. There was barely a splash. Tran the younger and Hok-the-twice dead pierced the water without so much as a pulse-beat between them.
A quarter of a ton of unarmed ordnance dragged all three men quickly to the smooth muddy bottom of the lake and anchored them there. For two weeks, Tran, Tran and Hok swayed gently back and forth in the current and entertained the fish and algae that fed on them like diners at a slow moving noodle stall.”
Geef toe: deze introductie is om zich te verkneukelen in wat komen gaat.
