The Long Way Home: A Chief Inspector Gamache Novel by Louise PennyThe Long Way Home: A Chief Inspector Gamache Novel by Louise Penny

The Long Way Home: A Chief Inspector Gamache Novel

byLouise Penny

Paperback | July 28, 2015

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A #1 New York Times Bestseller, Louise Penny's The Long Way Home is an intriguing Chief Inspector Gamache Novel.

Happily retired in the village of Three Pines, Armand Gamache, former Chief Inspector of Homicide with the Sûreté du Québec, has found a peace he'd only imagined possible. On warm summer mornings he sits on a bench holding a small book, The Balm in Gilead, in his large hands. "There is a balm in Gilead," his neighbor Clara Morrow reads from the dust jacket, "to make the wounded whole."

While Gamache doesn't talk about his wounds and his balm, Clara tells him about hers. Peter, her artist husband, has failed to come home. Failed to show up as promised on the first anniversary of their separation. She wants Gamache's help to find him. Having finally found sanctuary, Gamache feels a near revulsion at the thought of leaving Three Pines. "There's power enough in Heaven," he finishes the quote as he contemplates the quiet village, "to cure a sin-sick soul." And then he gets up. And joins her.

Together with his former second-in-command, Jean-Guy Beauvoir, and Myrna Landers, they journey deeper and deeper into Québec. And deeper and deeper into the soul of Peter Morrow. A man so desperate to recapture his fame as an artist, he would sell that soul. And may have. The journey takes them further and further from Three Pines, to the very mouth of the great St. Lawrence river. To an area so desolate, so damned, the first mariners called it the land God gave to Cain. And there they discover the terrible damage done by a sin-sick soul.

LOUISE PENNY is the author of the #1 New York Times and Globe and Mail bestselling series of Chief Inspector Armand Gamache novels. She has won numerous awards, including a CWA Dagger and the Agatha Award (six times), and was a finalist for the Edgar Award for Best Novel. In 2017, she received the Order of Canada for her contributions ...
Title:The Long Way Home: A Chief Inspector Gamache NovelFormat:PaperbackDimensions:400 pages, 8.19 × 5.47 × 1.07 inPublished:July 28, 2015Publisher:St. Martin's PressLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:1250022053

ISBN - 13:9781250022059

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Rated 3 out of 5 by from Not her best 2.5. Pretty slow and weak mystery plot-wise, but I still enjoyed reading about the characters I've grown to love. The ending was disappointing and illogical.
Date published: 2018-06-22
Rated 3 out of 5 by from So so I read Louise Penny totally out of order. This one I found to be a bit slow. I finished the book but it took me a while. I love the way she describes the places and people.
Date published: 2018-03-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Another amazing novel This is another amazing novel by Penny. She is able to grab your attention and hold it until the novel is finished. I would highly recommend everyone read a Penny novel, it will not disapoint.
Date published: 2017-10-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it penny creates such an imaginative world that I hate to pull myself away from. Another great read
Date published: 2017-09-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good book Not as entertaining as the previous books but worth reading.
Date published: 2017-07-12
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good book Not as entertaining as the previous books but worth reading.
Date published: 2017-07-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great mystery Great to see the continuation of Clara and Peter's story
Date published: 2017-05-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Really Enjoyable I liked this story from start to finish. Good Character development.
Date published: 2017-04-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Superb The entire story from the plot to the characters was outstanding.
Date published: 2017-03-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Superb The entire story from the plot to the characters was outstanding.
Date published: 2017-03-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it Loved the characters, the setting, the descriptive story line, you just want to keep reading. The author succeeds in bringing the reader into the pages along with the characters. Love this book!
Date published: 2017-01-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it Loved the characters, the setting, the descriptive story line, you just want to keep reading. The author succeeds in bringing the reader into the pages along with the characters. Love this book!
Date published: 2017-01-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Thought Provoking Read I am a huge Louise Penny fan, her descriptions of people and places are wonderful, each time I read one of her books I want to jump into the book and join the characters. While this was not a typical murder mystery, it was totally engaging and a thought provoking read! I truly can't wait to see what Louise has for us next.
Date published: 2016-11-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Long Way Home. I have read all ten of the series. No dissapointment. I look forward to her next book. NUMBER 12?
Date published: 2015-09-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The long way home Just when you thought the story of Three Pines had wrapped up its final chapter, Louise Penney pulls another winner out of her hat. The quaint village is once again mobilized to help sort out the mystery. One cannot help but want to grab a dozen crispy croissants and head down the trail with the investigators! Bravo... A story good to the last page.
Date published: 2015-07-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Long Way Home Excellent writing. Makes me want to visit and live in Three Pines. I can't wait for the next chapter in the life of Armand Gamache and Three Pines.
Date published: 2015-06-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I loved it! I got great pleasure reading this book .... Held my interest to the end. Highly recommend! Thank you.
Date published: 2015-04-07
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Interesting characters Although the story was a bit tedious I did enjoy this book. It is refreshing to read a novel that is Canadian and free of the American attitude.
Date published: 2015-03-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Long Way Home Louise Penny continues to write thoughtful, well written mysteries. I hate to have her books end. Penny's characters are so well developed that, not only do I know them, I keep wanting to move in next door.
Date published: 2015-02-09
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Tbe Long Way Home Loved it. Hope she writes more Inspecteur Gamache book soon. Did not guess the ending. Big surprise.
Date published: 2015-01-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from One word: Wow! I am a fervent fan of Inspector Gamache and have grown to expect a lot from Mrs. Louise Penny and boy was I rewarded when I read The Long Way Home. It simply doesn't get any better then that! Bravo!
Date published: 2015-01-11
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Long way home Final chapter excellent. Too much time spent detailing unimportant matters.
Date published: 2014-11-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Long Way Home Combining mystery with the best elements of literature. I have started to evaluate a novel by how often I am provoked to further research. In this case, often.
Date published: 2014-11-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Long Way Home Penny's usual high standard. Interesting characters and a story that won't let go. Waiting for her next book which I hope is another Three Pines story.
Date published: 2014-11-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Long Way Home Louise Penny constantly surprises and delights me with her ingenious plot twists and her keen observations about the human condition. Her characters become old friends and Three Pines a destination.
Date published: 2014-11-03
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Complex and deep A beautiful book
Date published: 2014-10-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The long way home Wonderful as usual
Date published: 2014-10-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Long Way Home Wonderfully written. Kept my interest throughout.
Date published: 2014-10-14
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The Long Way Home Just an excellent story, the descriptions of the people, places, the storyline was clear as Quebec song in the night! Very well wriyyen.
Date published: 2014-10-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The long way home Another great story
Date published: 2014-10-01
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Long road home I found this book to be not as interesting as the previous in the Gamash series.
Date published: 2014-10-01
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The long way home Can't stop reading....
Date published: 2014-09-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Long way home Excellent one of her best. I hope there are more to come.
Date published: 2014-09-26

Read from the Book

ONE As Clara Morrow approached, she wondered if he’d repeat the same small gesture he’d done every morning.It was so tiny, so insignificant. So easy to ignore. The first time.But why did Armand Gamache keep doing it?Clara felt silly for even wondering. How could it matter? But for a man not given to secrets, this gesture had begun to look not simply secretive, but furtive. A benign act that seemed to yearn for a shadow to hide in.And yet here he was in the full light of the new day, sitting on the bench Gilles Sandon had recently made and placed on the brow of the hill. Stretched out before Gamache were the mountains, rolling from Québec to Vermont, covered in thick forests. The Rivière Bella Bella wound between the mountains, a silver thread in the sunlight.And, so easy to overlook when faced with such grandeur, the modest little village of Three Pines lay in the valley.Armand was not hiding from view. But neither was he enjoying it. Instead, each morning the large man sat on the wooden bench, his head bent over a book. Reading.As she got closer, Clara Morrow saw Gamache do it again. He took off his half-moon reading glasses, then closed the book and slipped it into his pocket. There was a bookmark, but he never moved it. It remained where it was like a stone, marking a place near the end. A place he approached, but never reached.Armand didn’t snap the book shut. Instead he let it fall, with gravity, closed. With nothing, Clara noticed, to mark his spot. No old receipt, no used plane or train or bus ticket to guide him back to where he’d left the story. It was as though it didn’t really matter. Each morning he began again. Getting closer and closer to the bookmark, but always stopping before he arrived.And each morning Armand Gamache placed the slim volume into the pocket of his light summer coat before she could see the title.She’d become slightly obsessed with this book. And his behavior.She’d even asked him about it, a week or so earlier, when she’d first joined him on the new bench overlooking the old village.“Good book?”“Oui.”Armand Gamache had smiled as he said it, softening his blunt answer. Almost.It was a small shove from a man who rarely pushed people away.No, thought Clara, as she watched him in profile now. It wasn’t that he’d shoved her. Instead, he’d let her be, but had taken a step back himself. Away from her. Away from the question. He’d taken the worn book, and retreated.The message was clear. And Clara got it. Though that didn’t mean she had to heed it.*   *   *Armand Gamache looked across to the deep green midsummer forest and the mountains that rolled into eternity. Then his eyes dropped to the village in the valley below them, as though held in the palm of an ancient hand. A stigmata in the Québec countryside. Not a wound, but a wonder.Every morning he went for a walk with his wife, Reine-Marie, and their German shepherd Henri. Tossing the tennis ball ahead of them, they ended up chasing it down themselves when Henri became distracted by a fluttering leaf, or a black fly, or the voices in his head. The dog would race after the ball, then stop and stare into thin air, moving his gigantic satellite ears this way and that. Honing in on some message. Not tense, but quizzical. It was, Gamache recognized, the way most people listened when they heard on the wind the wisps of a particularly beloved piece of music. Or a familiar voice from far away.Head tilted, a slightly goofy expression on his face, Henri listened, while Armand and Reine-Marie fetched.All was right with the world, thought Gamache as he sat quietly in the early August sunshine.Finally.Except for Clara, who’d taken to joining him on the bench each morning.Was it because she’d noticed him alone up here, once Reine-Marie and Henri had left, and thought he might be lonely? Thought he might like company?But he doubted that. Clara Morrow had become one of their closest friends and she knew him better than that.No. She was here for her own reasons.Armand Gamache had grown increasingly curious. He could almost fool himself into believing his curiosity wasn’t garden-variety nosiness but his training kicking in.All his professional life Chief Inspector Gamache had asked questions and hunted answers. And not just answers, but facts. But, much more elusive and dangerous than facts, what he really looked for were feelings. Because they would lead him to the truth.And while the truth might set some free, it landed the people Gamache sought in prison. For life.Armand Gamache considered himself more an explorer than a hunter. The goal was to discover. And what he discovered could still surprise him.How often had he questioned a murderer expecting to find curdled emotions, a soul gone sour? And instead found goodness that had gone astray.He still arrested them, of course. But he’d come to agree with Sister Prejean that no one was as bad as the worst thing they’d done.Armand Gamache had seen the worst. But he’d also seen the best. Often in the same person.He closed his eyes and turned his face to the fresh morning sun. Those days were behind him now. Now he could rest. In the hollow of the hand. And worry about his own soul.No need to explore. He’d found what he was looking for here in Three Pines.Aware of the woman beside him, he opened his eyes but kept them forward, watching the little village below come to life. He saw his friends and new neighbors leave their homes to tend to their perennial gardens or go across the village green to the bistro for breakfast. He watched as Sarah opened the door to her boulangerie. She’d been inside since before dawn, baking baguettes and croissants and chocolatine, and now it was time to sell them. She paused, wiping her hands on her apron, and exchanged greetings with Monsieur Béliveau, who was just opening his general store. Each morning for the past few weeks, Armand Gamache had sat on the bench and watched the same people do the same thing. The village had the rhythm, the cadence, of a piece of music. Perhaps that’s what Henri heard. The music of Three Pines. It was like a hum, a hymn, a comforting ritual.His life had never had a rhythm. Each day had been unpredictable and he had seemed to thrive on that. He’d thought that was part of his nature. He’d never known routine. Until now.Gamache had to admit to a small fear that what was now a comforting routine would crumble into the banal, would become boring. But instead, it had gone in the other direction.He seemed to thrive on the repetition. The stronger he got, the more he valued the structure. Far from being limiting, imprisoning, he found his daily rituals liberating.Turmoil shook loose all sorts of unpleasant truths. But it took peace to examine them. Sitting in this quiet place in the bright sunshine, Armand Gamache was finally free to examine all the things that had fallen to the ground. As he had fallen.He felt the slight weight and bulk of the book in his pocket.Below them, Ruth Zardo limped from her run-down cottage, followed by Rosa, her duck. The elderly woman looked around, then glanced up the dirt road out of town. Up, up the dusty path, Gamache could see her old steel eyes travel. Until they met his. And locked on.She lifted her veined hand in greeting. And, like hoisting the village flag, Ruth raised one unwavering finger.Gamache bowed slightly in acknowledgment.All was right with the world.Except—He turned to the disheveled woman beside him.Why was Clara here?*   *   *Clara looked away. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes. Knowing what she was about to do.She wondered if she should speak to Myrna first. Ask her advice. But she’d decided not to, realizing that would just be shifting responsibility for this decision.Or, more likely, thought Clara, she was afraid Myrna would stop her. Tell her not to do it. Tell her it was unfair and even cruel.Because it was. Which was why it had taken Clara this long.Every day she’d come here, determined to say something to Armand. And every day she’d chickened out. Or, more likely, the better angels of her nature were straining on the reins, yanking her back. Trying to stop her.And it had worked. So far.Every day she made small talk with him, then left, determined not to return the next day. Promising herself, and all the saints and all the angels and all the gods and goddesses, that she would not go back up to the bench the next morning.And next morning, as though by magic, a miracle, a curse, she felt the hard maple beneath her bum. And found herself looking at Armand Gamache. Wondering about that slim volume in his pocket. Looking into his deep brown, thoughtful eyes.He’d gained weight, which was good. It showed Three Pines was doing its job. He was healing here. He was tall, and a more robust frame suited him. Not fat, but substantial. He limped less from his wounds, and there was more vitality to his step. The gray had left his face, but not his head. His wavy hair was now more gray than brown. By the time he was sixty, in just a few years, he’d be completely gray, Clara suspected.His face showed his age. It was worn with cares and concerns and worries. With pain. But the deepest crevices were made by laughter. Around his eyes and mouth. Mirth, etched deep.Chief Inspector Gamache. The former head of homicide for the Sûreté du Québec.But he was also Armand. Her friend. Who’d come here to retire from that life, and all that death. Not to hide from the sorrow, but to stop collecting more. And in this peaceful place to look at his own burdens. And to begin to let them go.As they all had.Clara got up.She couldn’t do it. She could not unburden herself to this man. He had his own to carry. And this was hers.“Dinner tonight?” she asked. “Reine-Marie asked us over. We might even play some bridge.”It was always the plan, and yet they rarely seemed to get to it, preferring to talk or sit quietly in the Gamaches’ back garden as Myrna walked among the plants, explaining which were weeds and which were perennials, coming back year after year. Long lived. And which flowers were annuals. Designed to die after a magnificent, short life.Gamache rose to his feet, and as he did Clara saw again the writing carved into the back of the bench. It hadn’t been there when Gilles Sandon had placed the bench. And Gilles claimed not to have done it. The writing had simply appeared, like graffiti, and no one had owned up to it.Armand held out his hand. At first Clara thought he wanted to shake it good-bye. A strangely formal and final gesture. Then she realized his palm was up.He was inviting her to place her hand in his.She did. And felt his hand close gently. Finally, she looked into his eyes.“Why are you here, Clara?”She sat, suddenly, and felt again the hard wood of the bench, not so much supporting her as stopping her fall. Copyright © 2014 by Three Pines Creations, Inc.

Editorial Reviews

"Ms. Penny's books mix some classic elements of the police procedural with a deep-delving psychology, as well as a sorrowful sense of the precarious nature of human goodness, and the persistence of its opposite, even in rural Edens like Three Pines." -The New York Times"Again and again, Louise Penny's Inspector Gamache series is Exhibit A for how to write a great crime novel, with each installment improving on the previous." -Sarah Weinman, National Post"A counterintuitive and absorbing mystery from a superb author." -USA Today"Penny, as always, creates a complex story about people dealing with complex emotional issues. And she does so with deeply drawn and ever-evolving characters, a sense of place that leaps from the pages and prose that invites multiple re-readings.A story that examines the making of art and the struggles of artists, The Long Way Home is itself a work of art, a novel that transcends genre, engages heart and mind and, like all of Penny's work, leaves the reader awestruck by the depth of her skills and the decency of her spirit." -Richmond Times-Dispatch"Penny tells powerful stories of damage and healing in the human heart, leavened with affection, humor and - thank goodness - redemption." -The Charlotte Observer"As with all the author's other titles, Penny wraps her mystery around the history and personality of the people involved. By this point in the series, each inhabitant of Three Pines is a distinct individual, and the humor that lights the dark places of the investigation is firmly rooted in their long friendships, or, in some cases, frenemyships. The heartbreaking conclusion will leave series readers blinking back tears." -Library Journal (starred review)"Penny dexterously combines suspense with psychological drama, overlaying the whole with an all-powerful sense of landscape as a conduit to meaning...Another gem from the endlessly astonishing Penny." -Booklist (starred review)"Perceptive . . . perfectly paced . . . Penny offers real insight into the evolution of artistic style as well as the envy that artists feel about each other's success . . . . The prose is remarkable fresh, filled with illumination and delightful turns of phrase." -Publishers Weekly"Penny develops the story behind Peter's disappearance at a slow, masterful pace, revealing each layer of the mystery alongside an introspective glance at Gamache and his comrades, who can all sympathize with Peter's search for purpose. The emotional depth accessed here is both a wonder and a joy to uncover.." -Kirkus Reviews