title: Night Work: A Novel
author:  Thomas Glavinic 
description: Starred Review. What if you woke up one morning to find that all life, both human and animal, had vanished without warning? That's what happens one ordinary July day in Vienna to Jonas, the hero of this extraordinary apocalyptic novel by Austrian author Glavinic (<i>The Camera Killer</i>). Jonas's newspaper hasn't been delivered, his TV isn't picking up any channels, and the Internet isn't working. Outside, the normally busy streets are empty, though clocks are running. Jonas begins to explore the city, leaving notes with his cell number in the hope that someone else is out there. As the days turn into weeks, he sets up video and audio equipment to record anything that might hint at another survivor. Predictably, he increasingly loses his grasp on reality. By leaving much to the reader's imagination, Glavinic creates a more subtle if no less nightmarish mood than such similar books as <i>The Day of the Triffids</i> and <i>I Am Legend</i>. <i>(Nov.)</i>  <br />Copyright  Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
zlib_text: **Tremor of Intent**
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  An eschatological spy novel
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Anthony Burgess
  
  
  
  
  
  _First published in 1966_
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  **To**
  
  
  **J. McMichael M.B., Ch.B.**
  
  
  **gratefully**
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  _But between the day and night_
  
  
  _The choice is free to all, and night_
  
  
  _Falls equally on black and white._
  
  
  
  
  
  _W.H. AUDEN_
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  _The worst that can be said of most of our malefactors, from statesmen to
  thieves, is that they are not men enough to be damned._
  
  
  
  
  
  _T.S. ELIOT_
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  **I**
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  The position at the moment is as follows. I joined the gastronomic cruise at
  Venice, as planned, and the Poly-olbion is now throbbing south-east in
  glorious summer Adriatic weather. Everything at Pulj is in order. D. R.
  arrived there three days ago to take over, and it was good to have a large
  vinous night and talk about old adventures. I am well, fit, except for my two
  chronic diseases of gluttony and satyriasis which, anyway, continue to cancel
  each other out. There will be l