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Nowhere Land: A Stephan Raszer Investigation (Stephan Raszer Investigations)

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All three Stephen Raszer novels - or "investigations" in the author's parlance - are page turners. They're the kind of books you think about when you're running errands, and you itch to open them up again.

That's certainly the case with Nowhere Land, the third and best book in the series. Nowhere Land takes the reader from Los Angeles and the surrounding burbs, a land of the weird in itself, around the world to a mountaintop fortress in one of the most mysterious territories in the modern world - the intersection of Turkey, Iraq and Iran.

Hill's stories, like all stories in the world, can be reduced to a central theme; in the case of Stephen Raszer, it's the Quest. Raszer is a private investigator whose specialty is the recovery of lost souls - people who have fallen into the grips of fanatic cults of various devious stripes. In Nowhere Land, the quest sends him hurtling toward a lethal terrorist group with designs on overthrowing the world order.

Raszer's quests are two-fold. On one hand, he must complete his mission, recover the innocent person and face physical danger (a probability that Hill brings home with great violence in Nowhere Land). That's the literal quest. The metaphysical quest is Raszer's own search for spiritual truth. While Hill does place Raszer in the grand private eye tradition, with an equal dose of James Bond, Raszer's specialty takes him off the beaten path of traditional crime and punishment.

That opens up possibilities for Hill to throw in hallucinogenic drug use, altered consciousness, magical ancient mountain fortresses, post-9/11 conspiracies and ghostly CIA agents. Put in the hands of a writer whose craft seems to improve with each effort, that melting pot of the strange becomes one of the most enjoyable reads of the year.

If I had my druthers, now that Hill has established the excitement of a Raszer investigation over three books, he would turn a little more of his attention to Raszer's character. I suppose what I'd really like to know is whether there's a flip side to Raszer's coin, because I imagine there's a dark yin to his honorable yang.

In a big step forward for the Raszer franchise, this blockbuster careens along like a freight train, bringing in the tastes of religious history, philosophy, mysticism and present-day Los Angeles that fans of Hill have come to expect... this time adding in a strong element of the digital in the form of an online immersion game that goes out-of-the-box and becomes very, very real. I couldn't put this book down-- Recommended!

I agree with Judith Freeman --- herself author of a terrific book on Raymond Chandler, The Long Embrace: Raymond Chandler and the Women He Loved --- who, in the L.A. Weekly, recently wrote that Nowhere-Land "may be the first truly 21st-century mystery I've read."

"It feels new," Freeman continues, "radical in the way that the movie Blade Runner felt new. Just as Blade Runner offered a vision of a future in which technology had blurred the most basic questions (i.e., Is that chick human or not?), so too does Nowhere-Land stumble our brains, as the Jehovah's Witnesses who drift in and out of this story might say, by suggesting other dystopian scenarios taking place not in a distant future but rather present time.

"Hill has written an astute thriller, focused on religions and cults and the way they've been used to master civilizations. But Nowhere-Land is also about what might be called the very new cults of Internet game playing, and how role-playing games move from the Web to the real world, from "make-believe" to more chaotic fictions that can spawn terror when dark minds gain control.

"This is the third book Hill has written featuring Raszer, a P.I. who specializes in using his psychic skills to rescue victims of cults. In Nowhere-Land, Scotty Darrell, a devotee of an RPG called The Gauntlet, has gone missing -- he's been given "extreme unction" or died to the world and is beyond recall -- and it's Raszer's job to find him. At the same time, a young member of the Jehovah's Witnesses, Katy Endicott, is abducted and her friends murdered, and the elders of the sect hire Raszer to find her. Both stories converge around scenarios laid out by The Gauntlet's games masters and two former American soldiers who served in Iraq.

"Though the story starts in that quintessential L.A. burb, Asuza, where the abduction takes place, it moves quickly to Taos, and then the Middle East, the 'nowhere' land where Turkey and Syria bleed into Iran and Iraq (bleed being the right word). And it's here, in the remotest regions of the Really Old World, that Nowhere-Land begins to feel less the conventional mystery than the trippy product of opium dream.

"If the book at times reads like an amalgam of influences -- Alice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz, Huxley's The Doors of Perception, Huck Finn on dope, Harrison Ford on a quest to rescue the girl, Dexter Filkins embedded with Special Forces, Philip Marlowe cracking wise, Harold Bloom on World Religion, well, who cares? It's all so skillfully woven, and one learns amazing things -- for instance, that the Jehovah's Witnesses (and presumably others who thirst for the End Time) believe that only 144,000 souls will be beamed up during The Rapture. (Who knew there'd be so few?)

"But then Hill is as convincing writing about Cybelian castration cults and the black stone of the Ka'ba as he is in describing Kurdish towns and a war-blasted landscape. You buy the notion of conspiracy fueling events, the idea that a massive transnational human-trafficking operation has snatched vulnerable kids and sent them, retooled, back out into society to do its bidding as sleeper agents. The initiates look like ordinary kids: All have the three necessary qualities of 'physical beauty, native intelligence, and a certain malleability.' As someone says, 'Any of them, without raising the slightest alarm, might pass through the gates of the Magic Kingdom with a bomb strapped to their belly.'"

Freeman finishes: "It's a wild ride of a story: Blackwater mercenaries and spiritual apparitions occupy the same paragraphs. 'I'm starting to pixilate,' someone says, walking through an opium field. I felt the same, but that's only because Hill keeps everything moving and because he also keeps changing his focus -- grounding the story in violent action and then sending it off into an airy place, where transmogrified souls become canine guides and the dead don't stay that way.

"As much as Nowhere-Land feels new, it relies at heart on the old Chandlerian idea of The White Knight. Raszer (pronounced razor) is not an existential loner like Marlowe. He has an assistant who's as perky and loyal as Perry Mason's Della, a daughter to whom he is devoted, and enough money and influence to conjure up black helicopters for his rescue when he needs them, not to mention some very up-to-the minute technology.

"Yet he's a perfect narrator for this story -- intelligent, knowledgeable, always conjecturing, almost feminine in some ways, sensitive, devout, both heroic and half-defeated. He's on a big quest. He knows that religion is transforming the world, that it's being used insidiously. He understands what terrorists want, which is to make us very afraid. As Raszer says, 'Whenever collective fear can be induced and chaotic factors set in play, they regain control of the game.'

"In Nowhere-Land, the world feels like it's in a pre-Apocalyptic state: There's a war on for its soul. You could say it's a story of our time."

I've only been exposed to this book in the series, and hadn't read any other reviews, so my expectations were open.

At first, I found the story interesting. Raszer is introspective, intelligent, driven, on a mission for self redemption. Up against increasingly mysterious and evil antagonists. As the pages turned, I became more jarred by his frequent internal monologues. That would have been okay, but the story started becoming unbelievable. After awhile, reading it became just a chore. I mean, I started to feel like I was being preached to by a conspiracy theorist. I'd walk into the room where the book was, see it, and feel the same way I felt back in when I was working on the 3rd-shift assembly line and my coworkers had the radio blaring Art Bell. I stopped around page 320.

I don't know. I'm still on the fence about it. I'll give it a couple years and then maybe start with the 1st volume.

a.w. hill is a beautiful and intelligent writer who pulls you into the world of stephen raszer immediately and completely. "nowhere land" is an adventure, a mystery, a thriller. i couldn't put it down yet i didn't want to finish it because i loved the whirlwind. haven't had a book affect me like this since 'blade runner' or 'valise' and more recently 'pattern recognition." i absolutely love the stephen raszer investigation series! please keep writing mr. hill!

Author of the Stephan Raszer investigations series, A.W. Hill takes us down the virtual rabbit hole of belief, desire, and redemption while investigating metaphysical traditions dating from Babylon, the Knights Templar, and ancient tarot traditions seen through the filter of contemporary technology and post-human yearning. Danger that is both physical and spiritual, social and personal haunts his thrilling, beautifully written books. Raszer is a terrifically complex character, part philanderer/part feminist male, part incredibly cool tough guy/part exquisitely sensitive friend, and he navigates the terrain of relationships, bodies, and convictions with the delicacy of a cat-headed god and the strength of a vulnerable but courageous man-bodied human.

Nowhere-land, in particular, baffles efforts at classification, even though it's considered by the machine as a "genre" work. It is complex and fun, intelligent but accessible. The thinking person's thriller, this book exceeds expectations for what a character might encounter and how an author can coax his reader into a dance both intimate and far-reaching, tender but never maudlin (in fact Hill spares no one in some ways, not even the beloved).

I've read each book in this series twice and they just get better and better. I'm a picky reader because I don't have time to waste with thoughtless knock offs that are exactly like the previous book or a quick revision of someone else's project. So while this Raszer series is highly entertaining, there is much depth and complexity as Hill investigates what it means to be human and frail and to seek meaning in a smoggy, superficial, abusive, but immensely worthwhile existence.

This may be the one where the rest of the world discovers Stephan Raszer. He's been the property of a small but fanatical cult (just like the people Raszer usually ends up locking horns with) for two books now and, even tho I'd like to keep these stories as our little secret, it's about time the world caught on.

A.W. Hill is clearly swinging for the fences this time. The story careens along from one edge of disaster to another. Typically, Hill has taken his time setting up the premises of the story, to help readers get their sea legs in the alternate realities that Stephan Raszer calls home. This time the plot quickly resolves itself into essentials--damsel in distress--but what a labyrinth Raszer has to go through to reach her. Along the way we face heretical Islamic death cults, extreme role-playing games that merge seamlessly into terrorism, international sex-slave traffickers, and the odd (very odd) Jehovah's Witness.

It makes me want to tear my hair out when I bump into whatever the latest unavoidable Dan Brown product is. Folks, the real deal is in your reach. Time to move from Mr. Pibb to cabernet. I guarantee you'll have more fun, types of fun that Dan Brown won't be able to conjure if he writes til he's 100.

Get to know Stephan Raszer. If you truly want to leap into the unknown, he's the best kind of company.

A thrilling and engaging 3rd Raszer adventure: at once more accessible for the uninitiated reader, yet more challenging as a cultural leap in the world of online gaming and the Middle East's murky role in the cult persuasion of innocents. The reluctant, angst-filled, albeit canny and worldliwise hero Raszer makes Dan Brown's Langdon look lilly-livered and predictable. Indispensible, dry witted Monica is a sassy, clear-headed foil for the single dad and perrenial seeker. Be prepared for stunning revelations about where alternate, as well as all-too-present realities may lead.

I really enjoyed this book- Hill has a gift. It's a private-eye thriller- made contemporary in content, with spirituality as the criminal content and motivation. Hill has a great dramatic sense, and is able to keep the reader craving for more.

AP Hill writes compellingly, almost distressingly, easy to read fiction. I lost myself for quite a few hours in this unlikely detective story. Raszer is a terrific hero, carrying us into the heart of some deep life mysteries. It's unusual fare, but tasty.