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Chris Bohjalian

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Chris Bohjalian (born on August 12, 1962 in White Plains, New York) graduated from Amherst College and worked as an account representative for J. Walter Thompson advertising agency in New York in the mid-1980s. Bohjalian is an American novelist and the author of 15 novels, including the bestsellers mostrar mais Midwives and The Sandcastle Girls. His first novel, A Killing in the Real World, was released in 1988. His other novels include Water Witches, The Law of Similars, Before You Know Kindness, Skeletons at the Feast, and The Night Strangers. Past the Bleachers and Midwives were made into Hallmark Hall of Fame movies and Secrets of Eden was made into a Lifetime Television movie. He won the New England Book Award in 2002. He also contributes to numerous publications including Cosmopolitan, Reader's Digest, Boston Globe Sunday Magazine and the Burlington Free Press. Bohjalian's The Guest Room is a New York Times bestseller. (Bowker Author Biography) mostrar menos
Image credit: Photo by Victoria Blewer

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Obras de Chris Bohjalian

Midwives (1997) 5,723 cópias
The Double Bind (2007) 2,677 cópias
Skeletons at the Feast (2008) 1,660 cópias
The Sandcastle Girls (2012) 1,471 cópias
Before You Know Kindness (2004) 1,459 cópias
The Flight Attendant (2018) 1,299 cópias
The Light in the Ruins (2013) 1,169 cópias
Trans-Sister Radio (2000) 1,163 cópias
The Night Strangers (2011) 1,144 cópias
Secrets of Eden (2010) 1,109 cópias
The Law of Similars (1999) 960 cópias
Hour of the Witch (2021) 905 cópias
The Buffalo Soldier (2002) 891 cópias
The Guest Room (2016) 811 cópias
Close Your Eyes, Hold Hands (2014) 691 cópias
The Sleepwalker (2017) 672 cópias
Water Witches (1995) 559 cópias
The Red Lotus (2020) 546 cópias
The Lioness (2022) 437 cópias
The Princess of Las Vegas (2024) 111 cópias
Past the Bleachers (1992) 38 cópias
The Premonition (2016) 29 cópias
Hangman (1991) 25 cópias
A Killing in the Real World (1988) 22 cópias
Wingspan (2019) 7 cópias
The Flight Attendant: The Complete First Season — Based on the novel by — 5 cópias
The Flight Attendant: The Complete Second Season (2022) — Based on the novel by — 4 cópias

Associated Works

Stories from Suffragette City (2020) — Contribuinte — 87 cópias
Brothers: 26 Stories of Love and Rivalry (2009) — Contribuinte — 15 cópias

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Conhecimento Comum

Outros nomes
Bohjalian, Christopher Aram (birth name)
Data de nascimento
1962-08-12
Sexo
male
Nacionalidade
USA
Local de nascimento
White Plains, New York, USA
Locais de residência
White Plains, New York, USA
Brooklyn, New York, USA
Lincoln, Vermont, USA
Educação
Amherst College
Ocupação
novelist
Organizações
Burlington Free Press
Premiações
Phi Beta Kappa
Pequena biografia
Chris A. Bohjalian, known professionally as Chris Bohjalian is an American novelist and the author of 20 novels, including such bestsellers as Midwives (1997), The Sandcastle Girls (2012), The Guest Room (2016) and The Flight Attendant (2018) Bohjalian's work has been published in over 30 languages and three of his novels have been adapted into films. Bohjalian's The Flight Attendant has been adapted for an upcoming television drama starring Kaley Cuoco.

Chris Bohjalian graduated from Amherst College Summa Cum Laude, where he was a member of the Phi Beta Kappa Society. In the mid-1980s, he worked as an account representative for J. Walter Thompson, an ad agency located in New York City. Bohjalian moved with his wife, Victoria Blewer, to Lincoln, Vermont in 1988.

In Lincoln, Bohjalian began writing weekly columns for the local newspaper and magazine about living in the small town, which had a population of about 975 residents. The column ran in the Burlington Free Press from 1992 through 2015 and won a Best Lifestyle Column from the Vermont Press Association. Bohjalian has also written for such magazines as Cosmopolitan, Reader's Digest, The New York Times, and the Boston Globe Sunday Magazine.

Bohjalian's first novel, A Killing in the Real World, was released in 1988. His third novel, Past the Bleachers, was released in 1992 and was adapted to a Hallmark Channel television movie in 1995.

In 1997, Bohjalian's fifth novel, Midwives, was released. The novel focuses on the rural Vermont midwife Sibyl Danforth, who becomes embroiled in a legal battle after one of her patients died following an emergency Caesarean section. The novel was critically acclaimed and was selected by Oprah Winfrey as the October 1998 selection of her Oprah's Book Club. It became a #1 New York Times and #1 USA Today bestseller. In 2001, the novel was adapted into a Lifetime Movie Network television film starring Sissy Spacek in the lead role. Spacek said the Danforth character appealed to her because, "the heart of the story is my character's inner struggle with self-doubt, the solo road you travel when you have a secret".

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Too much discussion of cryptocurrency that went over my head and ruined the story line. Chris Bohjalian dwells on painting corruption in every corner of life, and sometimes the depressing episodes reek havoc with my dreams. In this story, we journey into the dark sewer of Las Vegas, and discover the crime, murder, and corruption that simmering within this glossy city. This book and the CNN series on Las Vegas expose not a glorious showcase, but a current Sodom and Gomorrah. Will Las Vegas fall into ruin? The story centers on Crissy Dowling and her Vegas show as Princess Dianna. Crissy’s sister, Betsy, and niece, Marisa, enter the picture and complicate issues. Dead men pile up. What is happening? Will Crissy, Betsy, and Marisa become the next victims? Bohjalian loves to involve death, murder, and corruption into his stories, and sometimes this is too much. The novel did not end soon enough for me.… (mais)
 
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delphimo | outras 8 resenhas | May 17, 2024 |
The Princess of Las Vegas, Chris Bohjalian, author; Sadkia Maarleveld, Grace Experience, narrators
Crissy Dowling is a star in Las Vegas, the gambling mecca of Nevada. It is the end of the summer of 2022, the pandemic is over, life is returning to normal. Early in the novel, the plot is hinted at when the reader is informed that “someone has been taken”, but that is pretty much all the foreshadowing they get. The reader learns that Crissy impersonates Diana Spencer, once the wife of Prince Charles, who is now King Charles. His infidelity with Camilla Parker Bowles brought heartache and tragedy to the royal family almost three decades ago. Princess Di suffered from bulimia and Crissy identifies with her because she does, as well.
Crissy is a permanent performer at the Buckingham Palace Casino where she literally becomes the Princess of Wales for her audience, an audience that is always sold out. Although it is not a first-rate hotel like the Bellagio or the Venetian, and it is not on the main strip, it holds its own; she is a major draw, portraying the princess with such perfection that people believe, temporarily, that she really is Princess Di. She has been doing it for so long, that she almost believes that is who she is, and she cannot even lose the British accent or princess persona when she is offstage.
Partially estranged from her sister Betsy, whom she believes murdered her mother, she is nonplussed when she learns that Betsy is moving to Las Vegas with her boyfriend Frankie and her adopted daughter Marisa. Which sister is at fault for their faulty relationship? Are both misinterpreting each other’s behavior? Is one more malicious? Is one more unhinged? Their childhood was competitive.
Formerly a social worker, Betsy now has a job with a company involved with crypto currency, called Futurium. It seems that it is possibly a front for laundering money since that seems to be an obvious reason to have a digital wallet in Las Vegas. In addition, there are fingerprints of the Mastaba, a crime syndicate, all over the company. It is owned by Tony Lombardo. His grandfather started the crime syndicate Mastaba, and he is now the custodian of that mob. They seem to have infiltrated many areas of business, the government and law enforcement. There are suspicions that they use strong arm methods to achieve their goals but have been unable to prove anything.
Wound tightly, Crissy gets through most of her days with a cocktail of various tranquilizers and alcohol. When the owner of Futurium, Tony Lombardo, asks Crissy to perform on his private island, assuming the arrogance of a princess, she puts him off. Tony has the reputation of a man who does not like getting rebuffed or being refused anything that he wants. Has Crissy crossed a line that will jeopardize her show or worse?
All of a sudden, a rash of supposed suicides occur in Las Vegas. The first suicide is Richie Morley one of the owners of the Casino. Then his brother Artie hangs himself. What will now happen to the Buckingham Palace? When her current heartthrob the Russian Yevgeny Orlov falls off a cliff while visiting her there, she becomes very suspicious and discovers they are all connected in some way to Futurium, the company employing her sister. She finds out that Futurium is interested in purchasing the Buckingham Palace Casino and remaking it into a more world class venue. Could the Mastaba be behind these “suicides”? She wonders if Betsy is in danger. Crissy and her sister, not even two years apart, look so much alike that they are often mistaken for twins. When her sister begins to show up in places in her stead, but without admitting she is Betsy, she wonders if Betsy is in danger? Is she being framed? Has Betsy unwittingly involved Crissy in a murder that might have mob written all over it? Is Crissy the one being framed?
The story plays out in the alternate voices of Crissy, Betsy and Marissa. There are a lot of characters, but my favorite character is the precocious Marisa, Crissy’s tech genius niece. A teenager, she is sometimes naïve, but more often, she is far more aware and mature than many of the adults. There are times when it is impossible not to suspend disbelief, because the naïveté of the sisters seems more appropriate for the previous century than this one. Although the women were raised in a rural area, they were literally not born yesterday. Both are in their thirties.
This is not Bohjalian’s finest hour, but the narrative does keep the reader engaged enough to keep on reading in order to find out how it will end. It is a bit too long, a bit too contrived and a bit too like a fairy tale, but perhaps that was the intent of the author. Princess Di had the epitome of the fairy tale life. She married her prince. Unfortunately, did not truly want to marry her, and he dishonored her.
… (mais)
 
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thewanderingjew | outras 8 resenhas | May 12, 2024 |
Started out pretty good and then just sort of went over the top. Sisters, who dislike and distrust each other; mobsters (new Mafia), cryptocurrency, Princess Diana impersonator, etc. Crissy is a dead ringer for Diana and makes her living as an impersonator in a second rate hotel in Vegas. Betsy, her sister comes from Vermont with a newly adopted 13-year old foster daughter who is a math whizz. Betsy comes with some ex-banker who is deeply involved with cryptocurrency.

There are mysterious deaths, and Betsy who also looks like Diana is forced to portray her in such a way to lay blame on Crissy. it's just a bit over the top. Too much back story with the sisters and the 13 year old foster girl is no where near a regular 13 year old foster child. So so… (mais)
 
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maryreinert | outras 8 resenhas | May 8, 2024 |
Before You Know Kindness by Chris Bohjalian

BIBLIOGRAPHIC DETAILS:
-Print: Available – (Bib info from Amazon website) COPYRIGHT: October 5, 2004 ([hardbound] first edition); ISBN-13: 978-1400047451; PUBLISHER: Shaye Areheart Books; LENGTH: 448
-Digital: (Bib info from Amazon website) COPYRIGHT: September 27, 2005 ([Kindle] Reprint edition); PUBLISHER: Vintage; ISBN: 9780062910721; File size 763 KB
*Audio: (Info from Libby) COPYRIGHT: 7-July-2004; PUBLISHER: Books on Tape; DURATION: approx. 17 hours; Unabridged (LAPL MP3)
Feature Film or tv: Not that I’m aware of.

SERIES: No
CHARACTERS: (Not comprehensive)
-Nan Seton: 70-year-old; Mother, Grandmother
-Spencer McCullough: Husband; Father; Communications Director and Spokesperson for FERAL (Lobbying group for animal causes)
-Catherine Mccullough: Spencer’s wife; Nan’s daughter
-Charlotte Mccullough: Spencer and Cahterine’s 12-year-old daughter
-John Seton: Lawyer; Hunter; Father of Willow; Husband of Sara; Son of Nan
-Sara Seton: Wife of John; Mother of Charlotte
-Willow Seton: John and 10-year-old daughter; Charlotte’s cousin

SUMMARY/ EVALUATION:
-Selection: Don (husband) and I were at a public library in Laguna Niguel. The Friends book store was closed but this was on the shelves right outside the bookstore. Don was intrigued, so I hunted the audio down through my Los Angeles Public Library subscription.
-About: A family challenged by one person’s cause that no one else believes in; another member’s desire to bond with colleagues and a newborn son by starting a new “sport” which is directly counter to the first person’s cause; common procrastination; the usual dysfunctions of inattentiveness to relationships; reckless youths; and issues that revolve around hunting.
-Liked: Well-developed characters; good plot.
-Disliked: Often over-the-top didacticism; length
-Overall: My husband and I liked it enough to be interested in reading more from this author. While this book primarily covers two sides of two interconnected issues pretty well, I don’t think it’s attempting to be completely objective, which isn’t to say it should.

AUTHOR:
Chris Bohjalian:
(Excerpt from Wikipedia) “Chris A. Bohjalian (Armenian: Քրիս Պոհճալեան) is an Armenian-American novelist and the author of 20 novels, including Midwives (1997), The Sandcastle Girls (2012), The Guest Room (2016), and The Flight Attendant (2018). Bohjalian's work has been published in over 30 languages, and three of his novels have been adapted into films. Bohjalian's The Flight Attendant has been adapted for a television drama starring Kaley Cuoco.[3][4]”

NARRATOR(S):
Susan Denaker
(From IMDb) “Susan Denaker is known for Girlfriend 19 (2014), Alex & Jaime (2017) and American Friends (1991).”
(From Penguin Random House) “Susan Denaker’s extensive theatre credits include numerous plays in the West End of London, national tours, and many English Rep companies, including a season with Alan Ayckbourn’s company in Scarborough. More recently in the United States, Susan has appeared in Our Town and Sweet Bird of Youth, both at the La Jolla Playhouse, and Breaking Legs at the Westport Playhouse.”

GENRE: Literature, Fiction

SUBJECTS: Vegetarians; Animal rights; Lobsters; Guns; Hunting; Crusades; Family relations

LOCATIONS: Sugar Hill, New Hampshire; northern Vermont
DEDICATION: “For the Blewer Women: Sandra, Cecilia, Victoria, and Julia”
EXCERPT: From: “Prologue”
“Cavitation
The bullet—cylindriform as a rocket but tapering to a point almost sharp enough to prick skin with a casual touch—was two and a half inches long when it was in its cartridge in the rifle. The shank was made of copper, and the expansion chamber would cause it to double in diameter upon impact. The tip was designed to swell upon contact as well, ripping apart the flesh and muscle and bone as it made its way to the elk’s or the bear’s or (most likely) the deer’s heart. It looked like a little missile.
The bullet did not hit Spencer McCullough in the chest that very last night in July, however, because that would have killed him pretty near instantly. Nor did it plunge into his abdomen, which—depending upon how much of his stomach, his liver, and his spleen were in harm’s way—would have killed him over the course of minutes. A thirty-ought-six—a .30-caliber bullet atop the classic cartridge case developed by the U.S. Army in 1906—turns bowels into pudding.
Instead, it ripped into the man’s body just above and to the side of his chest, slamming into him below his right shoulder. It shattered completely the scapula and his shoulder joint, demolished his rotator cuff (which would have been even more debilitating for his wife, Catherine, because she still gave a damn about her tennis serve), and mixed into a thick, sloppy soup the muscles that Spencer used to move his shoulder and lift his right arm. The bullet was traveling at two and a half times the speed of sound, and the tissue had to absorb the velocity: Consider the way a bullet does not appear to pierce a brick of Jell-O but, rather, causes it to explode.
What was of most importance to the two EMTs who arrived at the house at the very peak of Sugar Hill, New Hampshire, however, was that the bullet had also obliterated the first branch of the axillary artery—the superior thoracic artery—though as they were taking what remained of Spencer’s vitals near what remained of his snow peas that summer night in the garden they tended not to use words like axillary and thoracic. They used words like bleeder and terms like bleeding out, and Evan Seaver—the male of the pair—allowed himself a small assortment of expletives and invectives. Evan was two decades younger than his partner, a fifty-one-year-old first-response veteran with hair the color of hoarfrost that fell over her ears and rounded her skull like a helmet. Her name was Melissa Fearon, but everyone called her Missy Fearless. She ignored Evan’s occasional lapses in decorum that evening because he had never before seen a gunshot wound. He’d seen his share of grisly car and snowmobile accidents, and he had in fact been with her when they found the vacationing TV producer who’d been decapitated behind the wheel of the convertible he’d rented in Boston. But that gentleman was clearly dead—not dying—and so Evan hadn’t had to get too close or spend any time with the corpse.
Both EMTs were volunteers who did other things for a living. Evan worked at an electrical wire factory in nearby Lisbon, and Missy taught math at the high school in Littleton. On at least a half-dozen occasions she had pulled her own students from their dads’ toppled four-by-fours or their very own Geos, Escorts, and Corollas, the vehicles inevitably crinkled like the foil wrappers that folded themselves around sticks of chewing gum. She had dealt before with audible bleeding—hemorrhaging that seems absolutely torrential, the flow not in reality making the noise of a geyser but seeming to everyone present as if it is—and seen people (grown-ups and teenagers and, alas, children) impaled on the shards of twisted metal that once were parts of automobiles.
Spencer was well into the first symptoms of shock when they arrived: He was cold and clammy and pale, and he was having great trouble breathing. Consequently, he was what Missy Fearon and her more seasoned associates referred to as a scoop-and-run. She and Evan did little at the edge of the garden where they found Spencer (his body half in the lupine that bordered the vegetables and half in the ugly, knotted vines on which once had grown snow peas) other than apply a thick, gauzy trauma dressing to the wound—and then lots of hand pressure—slip a stiff plastic cervical collar around his neck to immobilize his head, and roll him onto a backboard. Then they were off to the hospital in Hanover. Somehow Missy managed to stick a saline IV into Spencer in the ambulance while continuing to keep weight on the wound. She thought of how the EMTs sat on patients or jumped on the rolling gurneys to maintain pressure in the TV dramas, but she couldn’t imagine actually doing such a thing, especially with this poor guy. She’d be sitting on jam.
As for the emergency room physicians and the surgeon who, fortunately, lived within minutes of the hospital, once they had Spencer McCullough stabilized their greatest concern was the reality that before shattering all that bone in his shoulder and upper back, the bullet had done a pretty fair job of pulverizing the brachial plexus—the network of nerves that sends signals from the spine to the arm and the hand. Recall the Jell-O: Meaningful reconstruction was completely out of the question Assuming they could even save Spencer’s right arm (which was no guarantee), it was highly unlikely that it would ever do a whole lot more than flop at his side like a scarecrow’s.
Inevitably, Spencer was right-handed. And so even though he wasn’t the athlete his wife was (the rotator cuff was among the least of the surgeon’s problems), this would be a severe disability. Even though he worked at a desk—Missy overheard enough as she worked to get Spencer into the ambulance to understand that he was a public relations guy for some animal rights organization in New York City, and this house he was at was his mother-in-law’s—it was going to be a very long time before anything came easy to him again.
Once the physicians had started pumping the units and units (and still more units) of blood into him, done a chest X-ray, and gotten the only good news that Spencer McCullough’s body was going to offer that evening—there was no hemorrhaging inside the thorax and a lung had not collapsed—they set to work trying to control the bleeding in his shoulder and washing out the wound. This meant, among other tasks, meticulously removing all those tiny fragments of bone, which were now little more than contaminants. It meant using a Gore-Tex sleeve that looked a bit like a miniature version of a radiator hose from a car engine to reconnect the severed arteries, and then—when they needed yet more tubing—stealing a part of a vein from his leg.
Weeks later, they might do whatever reconstructive surgery they could. They might perform a nerve-cable graft, taking nerves from the part of the man’s leg where they had just taken a vein so that a portion of the pudding of sheared links in the nearly invisible wires in his right shoulder might begin to grow back. Or, if necessary, they might amputate the arm. In all likelihood, it was going to be completely useless. No, it would be worse than useless. It would be a hindrance, a limp and flaccid tentacle that hung by his side, caught on counters and tabletops, and banged against him when he tried to move his body in any manner that was even remotely athletic.
Still, Spencer McCullough was alive. And if someone had said to either Missy Fearon or Evan Seaver before they arrived at the house on Sugar Hill that a guy there had taken a bullet from a thirty-ought-six a couple of inches from his heart, they both would have assumed that they could have driven from the scene to the hospital at the speed limit with their siren and two-tone switched off, because all that was going to happen when they arrived was that the body was going to be declared dead and put on ice for the ME.
Only when they had deposited Spencer at the hospital and he had been rushed into the OR did either of them have the time to voice the questions that had crossed both their minds: Why the hell was there a loaded deer rifle on the property three and a half months before hunting season? And why in the name of heaven was a twelve-year-old kid—the guy’s own daughter, for God’s sake!—firing potshots into the garden on the last night in July?”

RATING:
4 stars

STARTED READING – FINISHED READING
3/27/23 to 5/9/23
… (mais)
 
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TraSea | outras 55 resenhas | Apr 29, 2024 |

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