The Angel's Game by Carlos Ruiz ZafonThe Angel's Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafon

The Angel's Game

byCarlos Ruiz Zafon

Paperback | May 18, 2010

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From master storyteller Carlos Ruiz Zafon, author of the international phenomenon The Shadow of the Wind, comes The Angel’s Game — a dazzling new page-turner about the perilous nature of obsession, in literature and in love.

The whole of Barcelona stretched out at my feet and I wanted to believe that when I opened those windows my new windows each evening its streets would whisper stories to me, secrets in my ear, that I could catch on paper and narrate to whomever cared to listen

In an abandoned mansion at the heart of Barcelona, a young man, David Martin, makes his living by writing sensationalist novels under a pseudonym. The survivor of a troubled childhood, he has taken refuge in the world of books and spends his nights spinning baroque tales about the city’s underworld. But perhaps his dark imaginings are not as strange as they seem, for in a locked room deep within the house lie photographs and letters hinting at the mysterious death of the previous owner.

Like a slow poison, the history of the place seeps into his bones as he struggles with an impossible love. Close to despair, David receives a letter from a reclusive French editor, Andreas Corelli, who makes him the offer of a lifetime. He is to write a book unlike anything that has ever existed — a book with the power to change hearts and minds. In return, he will receive a fortune, and perhaps more. But as David begins the work, he realizes that there is a connection between his haunting book and the shadows that surround his home.

Once again, Zafon takes us into a dark, gothic universe first seen in The Shadow of the Wind and creates a breathtaking adventure of intrigue, romance, and tragedy. Through a dizzyingly constructed labyrinth of secrets, the magic of books, passion, and friendship blend into a masterful story.

From the Hardcover edition.
Carlos Ruiz Zafón is the author of The Shadow of the Wind and other novels. After Cervantes, he is the most widely read Spanish author of all time. His work has been translated into more than forty languages and published around the world, gathering numerous international prizes and reaching millions of readers. He divides his time bet...
Title:The Angel's GameFormat:PaperbackDimensions:544 pages, 7.95 × 5.15 × 1 inPublished:May 18, 2010Publisher:Doubleday CanadaLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0385667647

ISBN - 13:9780385667647


Rated 5 out of 5 by from I don't know why people are disappointed Although not as incredible as The Shadow of the Wind, I was still blow away by Ruiz Zafon`s writing and ingenuity.
Date published: 2018-05-07
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Disappointing Couldn't wait to read this, but couldn't really get into it after the Shadow of the Wind. Very disappointed!
Date published: 2018-03-07
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Not up to my expectations I am a bit disappointed about this book. But it is a fine complement to the story involving The Cementery Of Forgotten Books.
Date published: 2018-01-31
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Another great book by an excellent author I read this book after 'Shadow of the Wind' and I had to remind myself to temper my expectations of the novel. It is an engaging, wonderful, dark and twisted read and those who enjoyed 'Shadow of the Wind' will not be disappointed at all.
Date published: 2017-12-31
Rated 4 out of 5 by from not as good as shadow but still very good I really liked this book. While it was not as good as 'Shadow of the Wind' I still really enjoyed this. As it is a prequel to the shadow of the wind, I feel as tho this is a must read for any sempre fan.
Date published: 2017-12-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Thank You I found this book by a sales associate from Coles and I am so glad that he recommended this book to me years ago. To this day I keep going inside the store to see if he still works there to thank him. This book, like all of Carlos' work is creative and started my obsession with his work. Daniel is used in many of his novels and yet he is different in all them at the same time.
Date published: 2017-11-02
Rated 3 out of 5 by from not as good as the first a great book, but the first one set the bar so high!
Date published: 2017-08-31
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Angel's Game This book is alright, not as good as The Shadow of the Wind
Date published: 2017-08-23
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The Angel's Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafón More like a 4.5 stars but still really, really good. I couldn't get enough of this book. It has the delightfully gothic elements that Ruiz Zafón does so well: mysterious figures, creepy mansions, blood and mist, and the eerie atmosphere of Barcelona at night. And of course, the importance of books in the story makes it quite an enjoyable read.
Date published: 2017-06-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from great read not as good as Shadow of the Wind but still a fantastic read
Date published: 2017-05-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from My favourite in the Cemetery of Forgotten Books series Zafon is easily my favourite writer. He makes you wonder why you ever read inferior fiction! Beautiful, beautiful book if you're in the mood for a wonderfully thrilling story with dark undertones
Date published: 2017-03-27
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Still beautiful Although this book drags in spots, it is still a very beautifully written book. You can feel the dark romance of Spain and are one with the characters.
Date published: 2016-12-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from New favourite author! I am absolutely in love with this "series" of novels. After finishing the shadow of the wind I could not get the others fast enough! I find the writing amazing and the plot so twisted and clever that I can't get enough. My only wish is that I could forget everything I read in the 3 books so that I could go back and read them in a different order to see the stories from a different point of view!!
Date published: 2016-11-08
Rated 2 out of 5 by from The Angels Game Did not joy it. Too dark.cannot divide reality from dilusion. Would not recommend nless you like wierd, evil, and discourse
Date published: 2015-10-08
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Avoid I remember liking Zafón’s The Shadow of the Wind and that’s why I picked this novel up at a book sale. I didn’t enjoy the first 40 or so pages, but then got into it the story, accepting it was an even more-over-the-top Gothic tale than his first. I followed the main character, David Martin, through his merciless childhood, his unrequited love, his pulp-fiction success, to his pact with “the boss” (a.k.a. the devil) to pen a novel in exchange for health, money…the works. Oh, and of course, David lives in a creepy tower-house that has a mystery all its own. Three-quarters of the way through I was completely sick of this book and its ludicrousness, but I stupidly plowed through to the end, wanting to see how the ridiculousness was going to tie up. Only a couple of threads do. Groan.
Date published: 2014-11-01
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Review Great plot as always. However I do believe it drags in some places.
Date published: 2014-04-01
Rated 3 out of 5 by from From a Philosophical Point Of View Philosophy: With a bit of fame comes the everlasting, harsh criticism from society. A famous man is never at peace with the world, or ultimately, himself and he is unable to catch a wink of sleep without someone wanting to destroy his image of perfection. The novel The Angel's Game, penned magnificently by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, reflects this philosophy from the very beginning of the novel. Written by a talented author, the characters in this novel are very real as they continually add to, what seems to be, the neverending mystery that is about to be unveiled. The characters, especially the protagonist, David Martin, have a lot to add to the plot-line with their inquisitive and sarcastic personalities. David Martin is one person who does not give up; whether it is to expand his artistic horizons or to uncover a mysterious death which might be linked to his current house. He goes through the novel with much detest for the world. Having being a successful persona, he is mostly the victim of invidious words or thought of as someone who has a motive. "They stopped greeting me and ignored me, sharpening their malice by aiming phrases full of sarcasm and spite at me behind my back." David's success brings out one of the many themes in this novel. His character, although quite resentful at times, cooks in his pot the countless people who have learned to attack him for his mind-boggling efforts -- including those who he once thought were part of his only family. The novel begins to explore the contorted thoughts inside the minds of many in this novel. The thoughts that the characters possess give the readers a shocking glimpse into the progress of the book. The villainous portrayal of a few characters helps straighten the philosophy which might be the inspiration of this novel. As the pages turn inquisitively, describing the streets of Barcelona so beautifully that the reader might think of himself as one of the tourists, many new characters are added into this fictitious representation of an artist's world. One might argue that adding an unnecessary amount of characters might underline the flaws of the novel, however, the new characters are welcomed from the bottom of the heart as they are described in such a way that makes its readers believe that they are part of the 1920s Spain. "Isabella, if you really want to devote yourself to writing, youre going to have to get used to sometimes being ignored, insulted, despised and to almost always being considered with indifference. Its an occupational hazard." While David Martin tells one of his assistant his theory of the occupation, it helps the readers understand a bit about the narrators life. This sets the dark, cheerless mood surrounding the setting, yet continues to add a bit of sunshine to sustain the readers physical friendship with the book. In the final analysis, this novel, although having an unilluminated mood, helps the reader stay together. This is partially due to the development of the characters at their expense. As the novel grows towards a direction filled with a cruel and obscure nature (reason being the success of the characters), the novel is hard to put down. The life of an artist is never at peace as tragedy is always heard knocking on his or her doorstep.
Date published: 2011-01-24
Rated 3 out of 5 by from The Angel's Game The novel The Angel's Game is one of those writers who suffer the torments of the damned in the practice of their craft. This book reflects on Henry Ward Beecher quote " Weak minds may be injuried by novel- reading; but senisible people find amusment and instruction therein". The novel is based on the story of David Martín, the survivor of a lonely and difficult childhood as the son of a damaged war veteran. Following his father's death, a wealthy benefactor named Pedro Vidal lands him a position at a local paper, where David eventually gains a bit of fame as the author of a thrilling crime serial. The bookuses impulsive language and the critisim throught experience of characters is a succesful in being injurious to the mind and at the same time creates amusement and moral advice to sensible readers. Weak mind related to David have been damaged because of the socirties pressure and the presuure of life. The Angel's Game contains so many elements typical of the Gothic thriller such as haunted and ruined mansions, black magic, brooding Byronic hero, ghosts, insanity. For weak minded readers this may seem haunting and scary, bring back haunted memories,for sensible readers this is nothing but a wke up call for what their scoiety really is. Not only is it happy, hopful and playful, but it is also filled with darkness that are unseen and untouched that will and have come out to destroy lives. For example, Daivd perfectly normal, writer who has an entire life ahead of him yet he decovered that he has a brain tumour. Life is unexpected as well as unprdictable. The Angel's Game is dripping in atmosphere. It's Super Gothic, an old-fashioned creepy tale. I felt like I was in the 1920s. I could feel the buildings hovering over me, see the dark streets and alleyways as I read. Strange, unexplainable things happen to David, while leaving the readers wanting more to read and want too know what is too happen after wards. Through this book eyes sensible readers were and are able too connect to the book, feel the emotions and David had gone through and is still going through. Senesible poeple found amusement and enlightenment within this novel. It also relates to the spirte within that is calling for help, yet no one is there and isnt able to help because of their helplessness. The theme is simple David did not have a voice of his own untill the very end. Therefore it is important that one has it own voice to stand up for.
Date published: 2011-01-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from In love from the first to the last word. i read it as a recommendation from a friend, and truly, i would be a bad friend not to recommend this book to anyone. the plot, the characters, the mystery, the culture, the language, the description. it all draws you in. i have no other words than to absolutely praise Zafon for this incredible work of art. i am more than looking forward to "The Shadow of the Wind" and any other book recommendation from that good friend of mine, (;
Date published: 2010-08-19
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Pretty Good Was a pretty good read. Great descriptions & character set-ups. Loved the settings. Ending wasn't as expected, but perhaps that's because I was expecting something more (given the, at times, supernatural references). None the less it was a good read that I couldn't put down at times.
Date published: 2010-08-18
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Confusing and Disappointing I enjoyed this book at the beginning even though I found the writing a little flowery and overly discriptive. Then the book seemed to go in a few different directions at the same time and felt like it wasn't sure where it wanted to go. Romance? Mystery? Supernatural? The story seemed to jump from one genre to another. Near the end things got overly complicated and I'm still not sure I even understand the ending.
Date published: 2010-07-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The Shadow of the Wind's gothic stepsisterI I absolutely loved "The Shadow of the Wind", so the expectations were high. I was surprised at the dark tone of this book, and was at first confused that there are some recurring characters, I could not understand if this a sequel, or prequel, or what sort of connection there was. Then I read an interview with the author in which he explains that he was plannign to write several books about writing, language and reading, but all from different perspectives and sometimes using the same characters, and I found this gave me a new appreciation of the book. It is very dark indeed, but the descent into madness he describes is gripping. Yes,a t times it's very confusing and you are not sure what to believe but this did not stop me from liking the story. It migth prove annoying or distracting for other readers though. I will certainly read the other books in the series as well. Carlos Ruiz Zafon is a master story-teller to me.
Date published: 2010-07-10

Read from the Book

A writer never forgets the first time he accepted a few coins or a word of praise in exchange for a story. He will never forget the sweet poison of vanity in his blood and the belief that, if he succeeds in not letting anyone discover his lack of talent, the dream of literature will provide him with a roof over his head, a hot meal at the end of the day, and what he covets the most: his name printed on a miserable piece of paper that surely will outlive him. A writer is condemned to remember that moment, because from then on he is doomed and his soul has a price. My first time came one faraway day in December 1917. I was seventeen and worked at The Voice of Industry, a newspaper that had seen better days and now languished in a barn of a building that had once housed a sulfuric acid factory. The walls still oozed the corrosive vapor that ate away at furniture and clothes, sapping the spirits, consuming even the soles of shoes. The newspaper's headquarters rose behind the forest of angels and crosses of the Pueblo Nuevo cemetery; from afar, its outline merged with the mausoleums silhouetted against the horizon - a skyline stabbed by hundreds of chimneys and factories that wove a perpetual twilight of scarlet and black above Barcelona.On the night that was about to change the course of my life, the newspaper's deputy editor, Don Basilio Moragas, saw fit to summon me, just before closing time, to the dark cubicle at the far end of the editorial staff room that doubled as his office and cigar den. Don Basilio was a forbidding-looking man with a bushy moustache who did not suffer fools and who subscribed to the theory that the liberal use of adverbs and adjectives was the mark of a pervert or someone with a vitamin deficiency. Any journalist prone to florid prose would be sent off to write funeral notices for three weeks. If, after this penance, the culprit relapsed, Don Basilio would ship him off permanently to the "House and Home" pages. We were all terrified of him, and he knew it. "Did you call me, Don Basilio?" I ventured timidly. The deputy editor looked at me askance. I entered the office, which smelled of sweat and tobacco in that order. Ignoring my presence, Don Basilio continued to read through one of the articles lying on his table, a red pencil in hand. For a couple of minutes, he machine-gunned the text with corrections and amputations, muttering sharp comments as if I weren't there. Not knowing what to do, and noticing a chair placed against the wall, I slid toward it."Who said you could sit down?" muttered Don Basilio without raising his eyes from the text. I quickly stood up and held my breath. The deputy editor sighed, let his red pencil fall, and leaned back in his armchair, eyeing me as if I were some useless piece of junk."I've been told that you write, Martin."I gulped. When I opened my mouth only a ridiculous, reedy voice emerged."A little, well, I don't know, I mean, yes, I do write…""I hope you write better than you speak. And what do you write - if that's not too much to ask?""Crime stories. I mean…""I get the idea."The look Don Basilio gave me was priceless. If I'd said I devoted my time to sculpting figures for Nativity scenes out of fresh dung I would have drawn three times as much enthusiasm from him. He sighed again and shrugged his shoulders."Vidal says you're not altogether bad. He says you stand out.""Of course, with the sort of competition in this neck of the woods, one doesn't have to run very fast. Still, if Vidal says so."Pedro Vidal was the star writer at The Voice of Industry. He penned a weekly column on crime and lurid events - the only thing worth reading in the whole paper. He was also the author of a dozen modestly successful thrillers about gangsters in the Raval quarter carrying out bedroom intrigues with ladies of high society. Invariably dressed in impeccable silk suits and shiny Italian moccasins, Vidal had the looks and the manner of a matinee idol: fair hair always well combed, a pencil moustache, and the easy, generous smile of someone who feels comfortable in his own skin and at ease with the world. He belonged to a family whose forebears had made their pile in the Americas in the sugar business and, on their return to Barcelona, had bitten off a large chunk of the city's electricity grid. His father, the patriarch of the clan, was one of the newspaper's main shareholders, and Don Pedro used its offices as a playground to kill the tedium of never having worked out of necessity a single day in his life. It mattered little to him that the newspaper was losing money as quickly as the new automobiles that were beginning to circulate around Barcelona leaked oil: with its abundance of nobility, the Vidal dynasty was now busy collecting banks and plots of land the size of small principalities in the new part of town known as the Ensanche.Pedro Vidal was the first person to whom I had dared show rough drafts of my writing when, barely a child, I carried coffee and cigarettes round the staff room. He always had time for me: he read what I had written and gave me good advice. Eventually, he made me his assistant and would allow me to type out his drafts. It was he who told me that if I wanted to bet on the Russian roulette of literature, he was willing to help me and set me on the right path. True to his word, he had now thrown me into the clutches of Don Basilio, the newspaper's Cerberus."Vidal is a sentimentalist who still believes in those profoundly un-Spanish myths such as meritocracy or giving opportunities to those who deserve them rather than to the current favorite. Loaded as he is, he can allow himself to go around being a free spirit. If I had one hundredth of the cash he doesn't even need I would have devoted my life to honing sonnets and little twittering nightingales would come to eat from my hand, captivated by my kindness and charm.""Senor Vidal is a great man!" I protested."He's more than that. He's a saint, because although you may look scruffy he's been banging on at me for weeks about how talented and hardworking the office boy is. He knows that deep down I'm a softy and, besides, he's assured me that if I give you this break he'll present me with a box of Cuban cigars. And if Vidal says so, it's as good as Moses coming down from the mountain with the lump of stone in his hand and the revealed truth shining from his forehead. So, to get to the point, because it's Christmas and because I want your friend to shut up once and for all, I'm offering you a head start, against wind and tide.""Thank you so much, Don Basilio. I promise you won't regret it.""Don't get too carried away, boy. Let's see, what do you think of the indiscriminate use of adjectives and adverbs?""I think it's a disgrace and should be set down in the penal code," I replied with the conviction of a zealot.Don Basilio nodded in approval."You're on the right track, Martin. Your priorities are clear. Those who make it in this business have priorities, not principles. This is the plan. Sit down and concentrate, because I'm not going to tell you twice."The plan was as follows. For reasons that Don Basilio thought best not to set out in detail, the back page of the Sunday edition, which was traditionally reserved for a short story or a travel feature, had fallen through at the last minute. The content was to have been a fiery narrative in a patriotic vein about the exploits of Catalan medieval knights who saved Christianity and all that was decent under the sun, starting with the Holy Land and ending with the banks of our Llobregat delta. Unfortunately, the text had not arrived in time or, I suspected, Don Basilio simply didn't want to publish it. This left us, only six hours before deadline, with no other substitute for the story than a full-page advertisement for whalebone corsets that guaranteed perfect hips and full immunity from the effects of buttery by-products. The editorial board had opted to take the bull by the horns and make the most of the literary excellence that permeated every corner of the newspaper. The problem would be overcome by publishing a four-column human interest piece for the entertainment and edification of our loyal family-oriented readership. The list of proven talent included ten names, none of which, needless to say, was mine."Martin, my friend, circumstances have conspired so that not one of the champions on our payroll is on the premises or can be contacted in time. With disaster imminent, I have decided to give you your first crack at glory.""You can count on me.""I'm counting on five double-spaced pages in six hours, Don Edgar Allan Poe. Bring me a story, not a speech. If I want a sermon, I'll go to Midnight Mass. Bring me a story I have not read before and, if I have read it, bring it to me so well written and narrated that I won't even notice."I was about to leave the room when Don Basilio got up, walked round his desk, and rested a hand, heavy and large as an anvil, on my shoulder. Only then, when I saw him close up, did I notice a twinkle in his eyes."If the story is decent I'll pay you ten pesetas. And if it's better than decent and our readers like it, I'll publish more.""Any specific instructions, Don Basilio?" I asked."Yes. Don't let me down.". . . I spent the next six hours in a trance. I installed myself at a table that stood in the middle of the editorial room and was reserved for Vidal, on the days when he felt like dropping by. The room was deserted, submerged in a gloom thick with the smoke of a thousand cigarettes. Closing my eyes for a moment, I conjured up an image, a cloak of dark clouds spilling down over the city in the rain, a man walking under cover of shadows with blood on his hands and a secret in his eyes. I didn't know who he was or what he was fleeing from, but during the next six hours he was going to become my best friend. I slid a page into the typewriter and without pausing, I proceeded to squeeze out everything I had inside me. I quarreled with every word, every phrase and expression, every image and letter as if they were the last I was ever going to write. I wrote and rewrote every line as if my life depended on it, and then rewrote it again. My only company was the incessant clacking of the typewriter echoing in the darkened hall and the large clock on the wall exhausting the minutes left until dawn.. . . Shortly before six o'clock in the morning I pulled the last sheet out of the typewriter and sighed, utterly drained. My brain felt like a wasp's nest. I heard the heavy footsteps of Don Basilio, who had emerged from one of his brief naps and was approaching unhurriedly. I gathered up the pages and handed them to him, not daring to meet his gaze. Don Basilio sat down at the next table and turned on the lamp. His eyes skimmed the text, betraying no emotion. Then he rested his cigar on the end of the table for a moment, glared at me, and read out the first line: Night falls on the city and the streets carry the scent of gunpowder like the breath of a curse.Don Basilio looked at me out of the corner of his eye and I hid behind a smile that didn't leave a single tooth uncovered. Without saying another word, he got up and left with my story in his hands. I saw him walking toward his office and closing the door behind him. I stood there, petrified, not knowing whether to run away or await the death sentence. Ten minutes later - it felt more like ten years to me - the door of the deputy editor's office opened and the voice of Don Basilio thundered right across the department."Martin. In here. Now."I dragged myself along as slowly as I could, shrinking a centimeter or two with every step, until I had no alternative but to show my face and look up. Don Basilio, the fearful red pencil in hand, was staring at me icily. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was dry. He picked up the pages and gave them back to me. I took them and turned to go as quickly as I could, telling myself that there would always be room for another shoeshine boy in the lobby of Hotel Coln. "Take this down to the composing room and have them set it," said the voice behind me. I turned round, thinking I was the object of some cruel joke. Don Basilio pulled open the drawer of his desk, counted out ten pesetas, and put them on the table."This belongs to you. I suggest you buy yourself a better suit with it - I've seen you wearing the same one for four years and it's still about six sizes too big. Why don't you pay a visit to Senor Pantaleoni at his shop in Calle Escudellers? Tell him I sent you. He'll look after you.""Thank you so much, Don Basilio. That's what I'll do.""And start thinking about another of these stories for me. I'll give you a week for the next one. But don't fall asleep. And let's see if we can have a lower body count this time - today's readers like a slushy ending in which the greatness of the human spirit triumphs over adversity, that sort of rubbish.""Yes, Don Basilio."The deputy editor nodded and held out his hand to me. I shook it."Good work, Martin. On Monday I want to see you at the desk that belonged to Junceda. It's yours now. I'm putting put you on the crime beat.""I won't fail you, Don Basilio.""No, you won't fail me. You'll just cast me aside sooner or later. And you'll be right to do so, because you're not a journalist and you never will be. But you're not a crime novelist yet, even if you think you are. Stick around for a while and we'll teach you a thing or two that will always come in handy."At that moment, my guard down, I was so overwhelmed by gratitude that I wanted to hug that great bulk of a man. Don Basilio, his fierce mask back in place, gave me a steely look and pointed toward the door."No scenes, please. Close the door. And happy Christmas.""Happy Christmas.". . . The following Monday, when I arrived at the editorial room ready to sit at my own desk for the very first time, I found a coarse gray envelope with a ribbon and my name on it in the same recognizable type that I had been typing out for years. I opened it. Inside was a framed copy of my story from the back page of the Sunday edition, with a note saying: "This is just the beginning. In ten years I'll be the apprentice and you'll be the teacher. Your friend and colleague, Pedro Vidal."From the Hardcover edition.

Bookclub Guide

1. The novel begins with David's recollection of the first time he tasted "the sweet poison of vanity" by writing for a living. How much of his career is fueled by vanity versus poverty? Why was it so difficult for him to heed Cristina's warnings about selling out to greedy publishers?2. Like Carlos Ruiz Zafón's previous novel, The Angel's Game is written in the first person. What does David reveal about his view of the world as he tells us his story? How might the novel have unfolded if it had been told from Andreas Corelli's point of view?3. Sempere influenced David's life by giving him a copy of Great Expectations. Later returned to him by Corelli, the book still bore the bloody fingerprints of David's father. How did David's life resemble a Dickens novel? How was he affected by his parents' history? How did books and booksellers save him? What is the most memorable book you received as a child?4. Discuss the Cemetery of Forgotten Books, described especially vividly in chapter 20 (act one). What do the contents of the cemetery say about which books have long lives, and which ones are overlooked? What is required to honor the soul of a book, applying Sempere's belief that a book absorbs the soul of its author and its readers?5. What is the common thread in each of Corelli's tactics for luring David? How did you interpret his "dream" of Chloé? What made David a vulnerable target?6. What aspects of his identity does David have to leave behind when he becomes Ignatius B. Samson, author of City of the Damned (chapter 8, act one)? What does The Steps of Heaven say about who he wants to be and who Irene Sabino became?7. How does Pedro Vidal justify his exploitation of David, stealing the woman he loves and capitalizing on David's prowess as a writer? How did your opinion of Vidal shift throughout the novel? Does he redeem himself in chapter 22 (act three)? Describe someone whom you idolized early in your career who later proved to be untrustworthy.8. In chapter 24 (act one), Corelli reveals his plan to David, describing religion as "a moral code that is expressed through legends, myths or any type of literary device." Does this definition match your experience with religion? What do Lux Aeterna and Corelli's project indicate about faith and the written word?9. How did you react to the revelations about Ricardo Salvador at the end of chapter 14 (act three)? What had your theories been about Corelli's network?10. Explore the novel's title. Ultimately, who are the angels in David's world? What are the rules of Corelli's game? Who are its winners?11. Discuss Barcelona, especially the traces of renowned architect Antoni Gaudí, as if the city were a character in the novel. How do the tower house in Calle Flassaders (first described in chapter 8, act one) and Vidal's Villa Helius, along with the cathedrals, cemeteries, Las Ramblas, and other locales, set the tone for The Angel's Game?12. What is the effect of reading a novel about a novelist? What truths about the intersection of art and commerce are reflected in the story of Barrido & Escobillas and in their subsequent demise at the hands of an even more controlling publisher?13. If you had been Inspector Victor Grandes, would you have believed David's story in chapters 18 and 19 (act three)?14. How did you interpret the novel's closing scene, particularly the presence of Cristina? Throughout the novel, how did David reconcile the ideal of Cristina with the realities of circumstance?15. What is special about the bond between David and Isabella? What do they teach each other about love? If you have read The Shadow of the Wind, discuss your reactions to Daniel's heritage, revealed in the epilogue.

Editorial Reviews

Fans of Zafón’s The Shadow of the Wind and new readers alike will be delighted with this gothic semiprequel. In 1920s Barcelona, David Martin is born into poverty, but, aided by patron and friend Pedro Vidal, he rises to become a crime reporter and then a beloved pulp novelist. David’s creative pace is frenetic; holed up in his dream house—a decrepit mansion with a sinister history—he produces two great novels, one for Vidal to claim as his own, and one for himself. But Vidal’s book is celebrated while David’s is buried, and when Vidal marries David’s great love, David accepts a commission to write a story that leads him into danger. As he explores the past and his mysterious publisher, David becomes a suspect in a string of murders, and his race to uncover the truth is a delicious puzzle: is he beset by demons or a demon himself? Zafón’s novel is detailed and vivid, and David’s narration is charming and funny, but suspect. Villain or victim, he is the hero of and the guide to this dark labyrinth that, by masterful design, remains thrilling and bewildering. (June) -- Publishers Weekly, starred ReviewAnother delicious supernatural mystery from bestselling Catalan author Zafón (The Shadow of the Wind, 2005).Mix Edgar Allan Poe with Jorge Luis Borges, intellectual mysterian Arturo Pérez-Reverte, and maybe add a dash of Stephen King, and you have some of the makings of Zafón’s sensibility. Fans of his earlier book will be pleased to find themselves on patches of familiar ground, including a revisit to that wonderful conceit, the Cemetery of Forgotten Books. Indeed, this is a prequel–but only of a kind: Familiar figures turn up at points, only to seem less than familiar as the narrative twists and turns. The none-too-heroic hero, David Martín, is an aspiring journalist who bucks hackwork to turn in a crowd-pleasing series for a tough boss. This leads him into an onerous contract with the usual crooked publishers and, indirectly, into a rivalry with his former mentor–all of which, naturally, entails love triangles and smoldering egos. The picture is complicated by the arrival of another curious publisher, Andreas Corelli, who offers David piles of pesetas to write, well, a book of a different sort, involving research that yields piles of corpses and occasions ample cliffhangers. Zafón has a fine talent for inserting unexpected hitches into a story line already resistant to graphing, whose outcome is definitely not seen from afar. The plot resolves in a rush, for the author finds himself with many a loose end to tie up, but once it sinks in, the result is more than satisfying. Zafón delivers a warning about the dangers of obsession, mixed with an obvious passion for literature and the printed word; his book is also a song of love for Barcelona with all its creaking floorboards and hidden subbasements.A nice fit with the current craze for learned mysteries and for spooks of both the spying and the spectral kind. -- Kirkus ReviewsPraise for The Shadow of the Wind “One gorgeous read”—Stephen King“Diabolically good”—Elle magazine “Superbly entertaining”—Washington Post“Breathtaking”—New York Times“Wondrous”—Entertainment Weekly“Magic”—New York Times Book Review“Absolutely marvelous”—Kirkus“Infectious”—The Economist“Outstanding”—Library Journal“Lavish”—Booklist“Gripping”—Philadelphia InquirerFrom the Hardcover edition.