Audio CD, 3 pages
German language
Published Oct. 1, 1999 by Heyne Hörbuch, Mchn..
Thomas Harris will seize you with an emotion more profound than terror.
Of his previous novel, Stephen King wrote, "The book simply comes at you and comes at you, finally leaving you shaken and sober and afraid on a deeper level than simple 'thrills' alone furnish." Harris' new book is his most powerful and provocative, a novel with an impact unlike any other.
The time is now. A serial murderer known only by a grotesquely apt nickname - Buffalo Bill - is stalking particular women. He has a purpose, but no one can fathom it, for the bodies are discovered in different states. Clarice Starling, a young trainee at the F.B.I. Academy, is surprised to be summoned by Jack Crawford, Chief of the Bureau's Behavioral Science section. Her assignment: to interview Dr. Hannibal Lecter, a brilliant psychiatrist and grisly killer now kept under close watch in the Baltimore State Hospital …
Thomas Harris will seize you with an emotion more profound than terror.
Of his previous novel, Stephen King wrote, "The book simply comes at you and comes at you, finally leaving you shaken and sober and afraid on a deeper level than simple 'thrills' alone furnish." Harris' new book is his most powerful and provocative, a novel with an impact unlike any other.
The time is now. A serial murderer known only by a grotesquely apt nickname - Buffalo Bill - is stalking particular women. He has a purpose, but no one can fathom it, for the bodies are discovered in different states. Clarice Starling, a young trainee at the F.B.I. Academy, is surprised to be summoned by Jack Crawford, Chief of the Bureau's Behavioral Science section. Her assignment: to interview Dr. Hannibal Lecter, a brilliant psychiatrist and grisly killer now kept under close watch in the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Lecter's insight into the minds of murders could help track and capture Buffalo Bill.
Smart and attractive, Starling is shaken to find herself in a strange, intense relationship with the acutely perceptive Lecter. His cryptic clues - about Buffalo Bill and about her - launch Clarice on a search that every reader will find starling, harrowing, and totally compelling.
The Silence of the Lambs is an ingenious, masterfully written novel that will be the most talked-about best-seller of the year.
As captivating and harrowing as the first book of the series. Well-written characters and an excellent plot.
The old definition of moth was ‘anything that gradually, silently eats, consumes, or wastes any other thing.’ It was a verb for destruction too…
If I may be vain for a moment, I am perhaps in the minority among readers of this novel, namely those who have not seen the film adaptation. I was vaguely familiar with it from pop culture, but I never knew all the details, aside from small details here or there about Hannibal Lecter. I had been seeing his name come up a lot lately and decided, why not, the penultimate day or so before my thesis is due is a perfect time to start a book! (Note: heavy sarcasm.) This is a novel that grips you as soon as you start, which made it hurt to simultaneously read and finish my thesis… so it was a bit slowgoing, at first. Despite that, it did not …
The old definition of moth was ‘anything that gradually, silently eats, consumes, or wastes any other thing.’ It was a verb for destruction too…
If I may be vain for a moment, I am perhaps in the minority among readers of this novel, namely those who have not seen the film adaptation. I was vaguely familiar with it from pop culture, but I never knew all the details, aside from small details here or there about Hannibal Lecter. I had been seeing his name come up a lot lately and decided, why not, the penultimate day or so before my thesis is due is a perfect time to start a book! (Note: heavy sarcasm.) This is a novel that grips you as soon as you start, which made it hurt to simultaneously read and finish my thesis… so it was a bit slowgoing, at first. Despite that, it did not detract at all from my engagement with the story.The Silence of the Lambs is popularly known as one among a series of novels about Hannibal Lecter, and this is surely the case—but the novel’s main subject is really Clarice Starling, our protagonist and soon-to-be FBI agent. She’s just a mere trainee at the Academy, but that doesn’t stop her from somehow being handpicked by the head of Behavioral Science to team up with everyone’s favorite sociopathic villain to solve a serial killer. The gist of the plot is such, and it isn’t entirely novel as far as the thriller genre goes, but Harris is perhaps old enough in the game to have been innovative once. I’m not a huge thriller reader, but I do admit that Harris manages to keep the plot actually… you know, thrilling, which modern ‘thrillers’ often fail at. Everyone likely knows the story, it seems, so I won’t delve into that too much—suffice it to say that the ending was actually surprising for me, and though I had figured out some pieces, I never fully anticipated where exactly the story would go.As for characters, the entire cast of characters is charming and has a believable amount of depth. Clarice is obviously the star, a brilliant investigator, but also with some lingering trauma that makes her extremely vulnerable to Lecter. Her supervisor, Jack Crawford, is also an interesting enigma—he isn’t on-page much, but Harris has put at least some effort towards crafting his backstory. Ardelia Mapp was also a fun character, bringing levity into her scenes—and it was great to see Clarice and Ardelia have relatable moments like stressing out over tests, or staying up to talk in the middle of the night. Hannibal Lecter, last but not least, was of course incredibly interesting—but also, in this novel, you don’t actually get to know too much about him. I suppose I have to go back to Red Dragon for that, which I definitely plan on doing, but it was a bit disappointing. Of course he’s a cannibal. He spares a few cannibalistic jokes here and there, but aside from his major moment in this book, he’s mainly just a very chaotic and evil psychologist for hire. (That scene was awesome, though.) As for the villain, if anything, he could have used a little bit more development—he felt a bit cartoony at times, and even like a prop to move the plot along; Harris definitely built up his backstory, but perhaps it wasn’t enough.A brief note on style—Harris’s style is fairly unconventional, at least for literary fiction. It seemed strange at first, but I warmed up to it quickly, and I can definitely see why this book translated well to film. It’s punchy and paints a picture without getting lost in exposition; I’m not a visual thinker or reader, but even I couldn’t help but note how vivid Harris’s descriptions were. Moreover, his weird nuances help the reader get even closer to the inner minds of the characters, which was very interesting—especially when we had POV chapters for Buffalo Bill.Some minor criticisms I would point out is that the ending seems fairly lackluster, after what is an extremely exciting amount of third act buildup (I stayed up until 05:00am to finish this). Some of the secondary storylines, like that of Clarice and the zoology guy, seemed a bit random and unnecessary. I was in a reading slump part of my time reading this, largely because of impending deadlines, so I don’t know if this is entirely me or also the book in part, but some of the middle felt less exciting to read than the first and last thirds. I was stuck around the halfway mark for a good week or so. There are also a lot of reviews calling out the language for being misogynistic, which is interesting, and considering the time period this was written, likely accurate. However, when reading, I got the complete opposite sense—Clarice’s strength was precisely that she was a woman in a world full of men. It gave her an edge, and her femininity was a strength, not a hindrance. Sure, Harris depicts men who objectify and mock her being a woman, but isn’t that (unfortunately) a realistic depiction? On an unrelated note, it was also quite charming reading a book written in the 80s and seeing such technological marvels as a telegraph for fingerprints and car phones. It’s really incredible how much technology (and forensics) has progressed in just a few decades since.Do I regret starting this book while being nowhere near to done with my thesis? Sure, but that’s also a classic me move, and this book was well worth it. I should have gotten around to it ages ago honestly, and now I am excited to finally watch the film adaptation and see what everyone else has been raving about since 1991. I will definitely be keeping an eye out for the other books in this series, and who knows, maybe one day I’ll even take a gander at the relatively more recent TV series. In either case, I’m curious to learn more about this odd Hannibal Lecter fellow… even though his presence in this book is like the shadow of a moth’s wing, it nevertheless leaves an indelible imprint.
The old definition of moth was ‘anything that gradually, silently eats, consumes, or wastes any other thing.’ It was a verb for destruction too…
If I may be vain for a moment, I am perhaps in the minority among readers of this novel, namely those who have not seen the film adaptation. I was vaguely familiar with it from pop culture, but I never knew all the details, aside from small details here or there about Hannibal Lecter. I had been seeing his name come up a lot lately and decided, why not, the penultimate day or so before my thesis is due is a perfect time to start a book! (Note: heavy sarcasm.) This is a novel that grips you as soon as you start, which made it hurt to simultaneously read and finish my thesis… so it was a bit slowgoing, at first. Despite that, it did not …
The old definition of moth was ‘anything that gradually, silently eats, consumes, or wastes any other thing.’ It was a verb for destruction too…
If I may be vain for a moment, I am perhaps in the minority among readers of this novel, namely those who have not seen the film adaptation. I was vaguely familiar with it from pop culture, but I never knew all the details, aside from small details here or there about Hannibal Lecter. I had been seeing his name come up a lot lately and decided, why not, the penultimate day or so before my thesis is due is a perfect time to start a book! (Note: heavy sarcasm.) This is a novel that grips you as soon as you start, which made it hurt to simultaneously read and finish my thesis… so it was a bit slowgoing, at first. Despite that, it did not detract at all from my engagement with the story.The Silence of the Lambs is popularly known as one among a series of novels about Hannibal Lecter, and this is surely the case—but the novel’s main subject is really Clarice Starling, our protagonist and soon-to-be FBI agent. She’s just a mere trainee at the Academy, but that doesn’t stop her from somehow being handpicked by the head of Behavioral Science to team up with everyone’s favorite sociopathic villain to solve a serial killer. The gist of the plot is such, and it isn’t entirely novel as far as the thriller genre goes, but Harris is perhaps old enough in the game to have been innovative once. I’m not a huge thriller reader, but I do admit that Harris manages to keep the plot actually… you know, thrilling, which modern ‘thrillers’ often fail at. Everyone likely knows the story, it seems, so I won’t delve into that too much—suffice it to say that the ending was actually surprising for me, and though I had figured out some pieces, I never fully anticipated where exactly the story would go.As for characters, the entire cast of characters is charming and has a believable amount of depth. Clarice is obviously the star, a brilliant investigator, but also with some lingering trauma that makes her extremely vulnerable to Lecter. Her supervisor, Jack Crawford, is also an interesting enigma—he isn’t on-page much, but Harris has put at least some effort towards crafting his backstory. Ardelia Mapp was also a fun character, bringing levity into her scenes—and it was great to see Clarice and Ardelia have relatable moments like stressing out over tests, or staying up to talk in the middle of the night. Hannibal Lecter, last but not least, was of course incredibly interesting—but also, in this novel, you don’t actually get to know too much about him. I suppose I have to go back to Red Dragon for that, which I definitely plan on doing, but it was a bit disappointing. Of course he’s a cannibal. He spares a few cannibalistic jokes here and there, but aside from his major moment in this book, he’s mainly just a very chaotic and evil psychologist for hire. (That scene was awesome, though.) As for the villain, if anything, he could have used a little bit more development—he felt a bit cartoony at times, and even like a prop to move the plot along; Harris definitely built up his backstory, but perhaps it wasn’t enough.A brief note on style—Harris’s style is fairly unconventional, at least for literary fiction. It seemed strange at first, but I warmed up to it quickly, and I can definitely see why this book translated well to film. It’s punchy and paints a picture without getting lost in exposition; I’m not a visual thinker or reader, but even I couldn’t help but note how vivid Harris’s descriptions were. Moreover, his weird nuances help the reader get even closer to the inner minds of the characters, which was very interesting—especially when we had POV chapters for Buffalo Bill.Some minor criticisms I would point out is that the ending seems fairly lackluster, after what is an extremely exciting amount of third act buildup (I stayed up until 05:00am to finish this). Some of the secondary storylines, like that of Clarice and the zoology guy, seemed a bit random and unnecessary. I was in a reading slump part of my time reading this, largely because of impending deadlines, so I don’t know if this is entirely me or also the book in part, but some of the middle felt less exciting to read than the first and last thirds. I was stuck around the halfway mark for a good week or so. There are also a lot of reviews calling out the language for being misogynistic, which is interesting, and considering the time period this was written, likely accurate. However, when reading, I got the complete opposite sense—Clarice’s strength was precisely that she was a woman in a world full of men. It gave her an edge, and her femininity was a strength, not a hindrance. Sure, Harris depicts men who objectify and mock her being a woman, but isn’t that (unfortunately) a realistic depiction? On an unrelated note, it was also quite charming reading a book written in the 80s and seeing such technological marvels as a telegraph for fingerprints and car phones. It’s really incredible how much technology (and forensics) has progressed in just a few decades since.Do I regret starting this book while being nowhere near to done with my thesis? Sure, but that’s also a classic me move, and this book was well worth it. I should have gotten around to it ages ago honestly, and now I am excited to finally watch the film adaptation and see what everyone else has been raving about since 1991. I will definitely be keeping an eye out for the other books in this series, and who knows, maybe one day I’ll even take a gander at the relatively more recent TV series. In either case, I’m curious to learn more about this odd Hannibal Lecter fellow… even though his presence in this book is like the shadow of a moth’s wing, it nevertheless leaves an indelible imprint.
What ruined my experience with this book was 1) seeing half the movie a priori and 2) the TV series.
Number one irretrievably painted the protagonist’s features with Jodie Foster’s poor acting skills. The book character came off as a story propelling channel with no background or individualistic attributes one could latch himself onto.
“She didn’t give a damn about some of them, but she had grown to learn that inattention can be a stratagem to avoid pain, and that it is often misread as shallowness and indifference.”
Ironically, Clarice Starling turns out exactly that. Shallow and indifferent.
Two basically set the bar so high. Harris’ Lecter was good but I can’t help feeling that Bryan Fuller gave him a new dimension altogether. In my opinion, Fuller took the sporadic potential you stumble upon reading the novels and amplified it. The story is written after all in the 90’s in …
What ruined my experience with this book was 1) seeing half the movie a priori and 2) the TV series.
Number one irretrievably painted the protagonist’s features with Jodie Foster’s poor acting skills. The book character came off as a story propelling channel with no background or individualistic attributes one could latch himself onto.
“She didn’t give a damn about some of them, but she had grown to learn that inattention can be a stratagem to avoid pain, and that it is often misread as shallowness and indifference.”Ironically, Clarice Starling turns out exactly that. Shallow and indifferent.
Still a fun little read. Moves quickly and has a well done plot. Incredibly close to the plot and dialogue of the film, but with some additional subtleties which weren't easily translated to celluloid. It reads slightly different after having watched NBC's Hannibal, but I still see Anthony Hopkins while reading.
First: I have never seen the movie adaption, save for a few brief clips of Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal--but other than that, the book was all new to me from plot to characters.
Second: I have no issues with the writing in this book at all. Solid 4.5 on that scale. Detailed, eloquent, and reads well and easy. Harris has an amazing grasp of setting and picking just the right details for the mood and what's going on.
But oh man, did I have a hard time getting through this book. You ever have that moment where you're reading, and things are happening--but it feels like nothing is happening? That sort of describes my overall experience with this thing. They're running around, gathering clues, interviewing Lector, finding bodies, doing research--but I was still bored out of my mind for a good 60% of the book. I'm fairly certain the only …
First: I have never seen the movie adaption, save for a few brief clips of Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal--but other than that, the book was all new to me from plot to characters.
Second: I have no issues with the writing in this book at all. Solid 4.5 on that scale. Detailed, eloquent, and reads well and easy. Harris has an amazing grasp of setting and picking just the right details for the mood and what's going on.
But oh man, did I have a hard time getting through this book. You ever have that moment where you're reading, and things are happening--but it feels like nothing is happening? That sort of describes my overall experience with this thing. They're running around, gathering clues, interviewing Lector, finding bodies, doing research--but I was still bored out of my mind for a good 60% of the book. I'm fairly certain the only reason I kept pressing forward was a glimpse here or there of something really amazing--a twist, a character development, Jack Crawford being awesome, etc--that made the book worth reading.
I'm probably being a little harsh with the book, but I did go in and out throughout all 300+ pages of it. I'm also now convinced the only reason Lector has a fanbase is due to Anthony Hopkins--because reading him, I spent most of my time wanting to smack him. I won't deny that was most likely the intended response, but it was there. Not to mention a few eye rolls, specifically concerning a few of his escapes where my suspense of disbelief was shattered.
There was a lot of good going on with the rest of the characters though--I loved Jack Crawford. His plight with his wife makes me want to go grab the first novel in the series (I didn't realize this was a sequel when I originally bought the book--sad as that is), just to read more of him and what went on there. Clarice had her moments as well, and you get attached to Ms. Catherine Baker. Barney was up there, too.
Plus, I even felt for Buffalo Bill here and there--which is always a good sign when you sympathize with the serial-killer. Example: When 'Bill's' dog precious was taken hostage, and he decided giving up the hair was worth it to save his dog--you felt for him. How can you completely hate a dog-lover?
End comments? The book came together at the ending for a good, exciting conclusion which made sitting through the rest of it tolerable. The characters were fleshed out and relatable. Not sure what I would do about the plot, I think it's just a personal preference for favoring something a little less slow-build in a serial killer plotline.
If it looks like something you'd like, I'd give it a read. :)
