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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
A page-turning thriller for readers of Stephen King, Gillian Flynn, and Stieg Larsson, Night Film tells the haunting story of a journalist who becomes obsessed with the mysterious death of a troubled prodigythe daughter of an iconic, reclusive filmmaker.

On a damp October night, beautiful young Ashley Cordova is found dead in an abandoned warehouse in lower Manhattan. Though her death is ruled a suicide, veteran investigative journalist Scott McGrath suspects otherwise. As he probes the strange circumstances surrounding Ashleys life and death, McGrath comes face-to-face with the legacy of her father: the legendary, reclusive cult-horror-film director Stanislas Cordovaa man who hasnt been seen in public for more than thirty years.
For McGrath, another death connected to this seemingly cursed family dynasty seems more than just a coincidence. Though much has been written about Cordovas dark and unsettling films, very little is known about the man himself.
Driven by revenge, curiosity, and a need for the truth, McGrath, with the aid of two strangers, is drawn deeper and deeper into Cordovas eerie, hypnotic world.
The last time he got close to exposing the director, McGrath lost his marriage and his career. This time he might lose even more.
Night Film, the gorgeously written, spellbinding new novel by the dazzlingly inventive Marisha Pessl, will hold you in suspense until you turn the final page.
Praise for Night Film
Night Film has been precision-engineered to be read at high velocity, and its energy would be the envy of any summer blockbuster. Your average writer of thrillers should lust for Pessls deft touch with character.Joe Hill, The New York Times Book Review
Mysterious and even a little head-spinning, an amazing act of imagination.Dean Baquet, The New York Times Book Review
Maniacally clever . . . Cordova is a monomaniacal genius who creeps into the darkest crevices of the human psyche. . . . As a study of a great mythmaker, Night Film is an absorbing act of myth-making itself. . . . Dastardly fun . . . The plot feels like an M. C. Escher nightmare about Edgar Allan Poe. . . . Youll miss your subway stop, let dinner burn and start sleeping with the lights on.The Washington Post
Haunting . . . a suspenseful, sprawling page-turner.USA Today
Entrancing and delightful . . . [a] whipsmart humdinger of a thriller . . . It feels, above all things, new.The Boston Globe
Gripping . . . a masterful puzzle . . . Pessl builds up real suspense.Entertainment Weekly
A very deeply imagined book . . . sprints to an ending thats equal parts nagging and haunting: What lingers, beyond all the page-turning, is a density of possible clues that leaves you leafing backward, scanning fictional blog comments and newspaper clippings, positive theres some secret detail that will snap everything into focus.New York
Hypnotic . . . The real and the imaginary, life and art, are dizzyingly distorted not only in a Cordova night film . . . but in Pessls own Night Film as well.Vanity Fair

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B Y M ARISHA P ESSL

Special Topics in Calamity Physics

Night Film

Night Film is a work of fiction All incidents and dialogue and all characters - photo 1

Night Film is a work of fiction. All incidents and dialogue, and all characters with the exception of some well-known historical and public figures, are products of the authors imagination and are not to be construed as real.
Where real-life historical or public figures appear, the situations, incidents, and dialogues concerning those persons are entirely fictional and are not intended to depict actual events or to change the entirely fictional nature of the work. In all other respects, any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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L IBRARY OF C ONGRESS C ATALOGING-IN -P UBLICATION D ATA
Pessl, Marisha.
Night Film : A Novel / Marisha Pessl.
pages cm
Includes bibliographical references and index.
ISBN 978-1-4000-6788-6 (alk. paper)ISBN 978-0-679-64391-3 (eBook)
1. SuicideFiction. 2. Fathers and daughtersFiction. 3. SubcultureFiction. 4. Investigative reportingFiction. 5. New York (N.Y.)Fiction. 6. Psychological fiction. [1. Mystery fiction. gsafd] I. Title.
PS3616.E825N54 2013
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In memory of my grandmother,
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Contents

Mortal fear is as crucial a thing to our lives as love. It cuts to the core of our being and shows us what we are. Will you step back and cover your eyes? Or will you have the strength to walk to the precipice and look out? Do you want to know what is there or live in the dark delusion that this commercial world insists we remain sealed inside like blind caterpillars in an eternal cocoon? Will you curl up with your eyes closed and die? Or can you fight your way out of it and fly?

STANISLAS CORDOVA
Rolling Stone, December 29, 1977

PROLOGUE
New York City 2:32 A.M.

Everyone has a Cordova story, whether they like it or not.

Maybe your next-door neighbor found one of his movies in an old box in her attic and never entered a dark room alone again. Or your boyfriend bragged hed discovered a contraband copy of At Night All Birds Are Black on the Internet and after watching refused to speak of it, as if it were a horrific ordeal hed barely survived.

Whatever your opinion of Cordova, however obsessed with his work or indifferenthes there to react against. Hes a crevice, a black hole, an unspecified danger, a relentless outbreak of the unknown in our overexposed world. Hes underground, looming unseen in the corners of the dark. Hes down under the railway bridge in the river with all the missing evidence, and the answers that will never see the light of day.

Hes a myth, a monster, a mortal man.

And yet I cant help but believe when you need him the most, Cordova has a way of heading straight toward you, like a mysterious guest you notice across the room at a crowded party. In the blink of an eye, hes right beside you by the fruit punch, staring back at you when you turn and casually ask the time.

My Cordova tale began for the second time on a rainy October night, when I was just another man running in circles, going nowhere as fast as I could. I was jogging around Central Parks Reservoir after two a.m.a risky habit Id adopted during the past year when I was too strung out to sleep, hounded by an inertia I couldnt explain, except for the vague understanding that the best part of my life was behind me, and the sense of possibility Id once had so innately as a young man was now gone.

It was cold and I was soaked. The gravel track was rutted with puddles, the black waters of the Reservoir cloaked in mist. It clogged the reeds along the bank and erased the outskirts of the park as if it were nothing but paper, the edges torn away. All I could see of the grand buildings along Fifth Avenue were a few gold lights burning through the gloom, reflecting on the waters edge like dull coins tossed in. Every time I sprinted past one of the iron lampposts, my shadow surged past me, quickly grew faint, and then peeled offas if it didnt have the nerve to stay.

I was bypassing the South Gatehouse, starting my sixth lap, when I glanced over my shoulder and saw someone was behind me.

A woman was standing in front of a lamppost, her face in shadow, her red coat catching the light behind her, making a vivid red slice in the night.

A young woman out here alone? Was she crazy?

I turned back, faintly irritated by the girls navetor recklessness, whatever it was that brought her out here. Women of Manhattan, magnificent as they were, they forgot sometimes they werent immortal. They could throw themselves like confetti into a fun-filled Friday night, with no thought as to what crack they fell into by Saturday.

The track straightened north, rain needling my face, the branches hanging low, forming a crude tunnel overhead. I veered past rows of benches and the curved bridge, mud splattering my shins.

The womanwhoever she wasappeared to have disappeared.

But thenfar ahead, a flicker of red. It vanished as soon as I saw it, then seconds later, I could make out a thin, dark silhouette walking slowly in front of me along the iron railing. She was wearing black boots, her dark hair hanging halfway down her back. I picked up my pace, deciding to pass her exactly when she was beside a lamppost so I could take a closer look and make sure she was all right.

As I neared, however, I had the marked feeling she wasnt.

It was the sound of her footsteps, too heavy for such a slight person, the way she walked so stiffly, as if waiting for me. I suddenly had the feeling that as I passed shed turn and Id see her face was not young as Id assumed, but old. The ravaged face of an old woman would stare back at me with hollowed eyes, a mouth like an ax gash in a tree.

She was just a few feet ahead now.

She was going to reach out, seize my arm, and her grip would be strong as a mans, ice cold

I ran past, but her head was lowered, hidden by her hair. When I turned again, shed already stepped beyond the light and was little more than a faceless form cut out of the dark, her shoulders outlined in red.

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