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The sixth and final book in the Inspector Alan Grant series. One of Tey's finest novels, The Singing Sands centres on the mysterious death of a young man on a train, and the cryptic poem that gradually reveals the greed and envy behind his demise. "He stumbled up the steps and across the bridge ... great bursts of steam billowed up round him from below, noises clanged and echoed from the dark vault about him. They were all wrong about hell, he thought. Hell wasn't a nice cosy place where you fried ... Hell was concentrated essence of a winter morning after a sleepless night of self-distaste." Diagnosed with 'overwork' and in the grip of debilitating claustrophobia, Inspector Alan Grant takes leave from Scotland Yard and heads for the peaceful home of his cousin Laura, who lives with her family in the Scottish Highlands. As the London mail draws into Inverness, he sees the surly sleeping-car attendant trying to rouse an unresponsive young man. He is compelled, firstly, to point out that the passenger is dead, and secondly to pick up the newspaper that has slipped onto the compartment floor. On it the deceased, who appears to have drunk himself into oblivion, has scrawled an elusive poem about a paradise guarded by 'singing sand'. Grant is soon fascinated by the hopes and dreams of the dead man with 'tumbled black hair and ... reckless eyebrows'. And though he has planned to do nothing in Scotland but fish, he cannot help but act on the growing suspicion that a far more sinister story is waiting to be uncovered.… (más)
En licencia por enfermedad de Scotland Yard, el inspector Alan Grant está planeando unas vacaciones tranquilas con un amigo de la vieja escuela para recuperarse del exceso de trabajo y la fatiga mental. Sin embargo, viajando en el tren nocturno a Escocia, Grant tropieza con un hombre muerto y un poema críptico sobre las piedras que caminan y la arena que canta, lo que lo envía a una fascinante búsqueda en el significado del verso y la identidad del difunto. Necesita sólo este tipo de indagación casual para calmar sus nervios, a pesar de las órdenes de su médico. Pero lo que comienza como un pasatiempo se convierte eventualmente en una investigación completa que lleva a Grant a descubrir no sólo la clave del poema, sino la verdad sobre un asesinato más diabólico.
The sixth and final book in the Inspector Alan Grant series. One of Tey's finest novels, The Singing Sands centres on the mysterious death of a young man on a train, and the cryptic poem that gradually reveals the greed and envy behind his demise. "He stumbled up the steps and across the bridge ... great bursts of steam billowed up round him from below, noises clanged and echoed from the dark vault about him. They were all wrong about hell, he thought. Hell wasn't a nice cosy place where you fried ... Hell was concentrated essence of a winter morning after a sleepless night of self-distaste." Diagnosed with 'overwork' and in the grip of debilitating claustrophobia, Inspector Alan Grant takes leave from Scotland Yard and heads for the peaceful home of his cousin Laura, who lives with her family in the Scottish Highlands. As the London mail draws into Inverness, he sees the surly sleeping-car attendant trying to rouse an unresponsive young man. He is compelled, firstly, to point out that the passenger is dead, and secondly to pick up the newspaper that has slipped onto the compartment floor. On it the deceased, who appears to have drunk himself into oblivion, has scrawled an elusive poem about a paradise guarded by 'singing sand'. Grant is soon fascinated by the hopes and dreams of the dead man with 'tumbled black hair and ... reckless eyebrows'. And though he has planned to do nothing in Scotland but fish, he cannot help but act on the growing suspicion that a far more sinister story is waiting to be uncovered.