Entanglement (Polish State Prosecutor Szacki Investigates)

Entanglement (Polish State Prosecutor Szacki Investigates)

Zygmunt Miloszewski

Language: English

Pages: 254

ISBN: 1904738443

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Praise for Entanglement:

“An exquisite contemporary crime story. Polish literature boasts a real master.”—Jerzy Pilch, author of The Mighty Angel

“A tightly plotted mystery novel, dark humor and contemporary Warsaw perfectly rendered.”—Przekrój Magazine

The morning after a group psychotherapy session in a Warsaw monastery, Henry Talek is found dead, a roasting spit stuck in one eye.

Public prosecutor Teodor Szacki, world-weary, suffering from bureaucratic exhaustion and marital ennui, feels that life has passed him by. But this case changes everything. Because of it he meets Monika Grzelka, a young journalist whose charms prove difficult to resist, and he discovers the frightening power of certain esoteric therapeutic methods. The shocking videos of the sessions lead him to an array of possible scenarios. Could one of the patients have become so absorbed by his therapy role-playing that he murdered Telak? Szacki’s investigation leads him to an earlier murder, before the fall of Communism.

And why is the Secret Police suddenly taking an interest in all this? As Szacki uncovers each piece of the puzzle, facts emerge that he’d be better off not knowing, for his own safety.

Zygmunt Miloszewski, born in Warsaw in 1975, is an editor currently working for Newsweek. His first novel, The Intercom, was published in 2005 to high acclaim. Entanglement followed in 2007, and the author is now working on screenplays based on The Intercom and Entanglement as well as on a sequel to the latter, also featuring Teodor Szacki.

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if it was completely natural for them to get copies of all the internal documents from all the prosecutor’s offices in Poland. “Excellent,” said the Chairman, and took a large swig of juice. He liked it when everything was running predictably and perfectly. V Kuzniecow had a son the same age as Bartosz Telak, and lately he never described him in any other way except as an “animal”. “Sometimes I feel like putting a lock on our bedroom door,” he said. “He’s so big and shaggy, he moves like a

prosecuting?” the journalist asked. “I’ve just come to look through the files before the trial.” “Curious case. Not very obvious.” “To whom?” replied Szacki laconically, unable to admit that Nebb was right. But he was. The body of evidence was so-so and a good lawyer should win it. He would have known how to undermine the circumstantial evidence he himself had gathered. The question was whether Gliński’s lawyer would know too. “Are you going to insist on that classification?” Szacki smiled.

process, and so on. “No,” he replied curtly, once she had finished, raising his head and looking her in the eyes. Just in the eyes. He took his cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and lit the first one that day. And it was long past noon - not bad at all. “There’s no smoking in this building,” she said coldly, lighting up herself. He knew he should have offered her a light, but he was afraid she’d get the wrong idea. She took an ashtray full of dog-ends out of a drawer and put it on the desk

ready for the Gliński trial, and thirdly, I’ve got a ton of paperwork.” “Everyone has, don’t make me laugh.” “Fourthly, I don’t think that case needs so many people working on it,” he said, trying his best to make it sound as tactful as possible. Chorko glanced out of the window, pouted her upper lip and made a puffing sound. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” she declared, without looking at him, “otherwise I’d have to acknowledge that you’re questioning the way I run the office. Or else

Szacki was leaving, thinking how he’d probably have to burn his clothes in the courtyard dustbin before entering the house, Mamcarz said something that the prosecutor should have thought of earlier. “You should ask your colleagues who dig around in secret-police files about Sosnowski,” he said. “Why?” “He was a college boy from an intelligentsia home. There’s a chance they kept a file on him. Even if they didn’t gather much information, you might find some names or addresses. I know what it’s

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