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Grantchester “Duke” Ducaine and his sister, Ginny, were raised to be thieves, by a master thief. Instead of spending their childhood with toys and bikes, it was lockpicks and Glocks. Now Duke is alone, adrift, and out of the life. His dad is serving time, and he doesn’t like to think about what happened to Ginny. He spends his days haunting the streets of Los Angeles, busting civilian safes for enough cash to keep him one step ahead of the bookies breathing down his neck.

In 1968, Nate Heller is there when Robert Kennedy is shot at the Ambassador Hotel. Heller takes it upon himself to investigate the murder when a friend of his and Bobby’s raises doubts about the LAPD’s investigation. Heller strongly suspects the involvement of Jimmy Hoffa (currently imprisoned), but Hoffa seems to be in the clear as the private eye looks into the possible presence of CIA enemies of RFK’s on the murder night, the apparent manipulation of Sirhan Sirhan into a Manchurian Candidate-style assassin, and a probable second shooter.

Conrad Wilson, an ex-detective, had less than a month to live. The date of his execution by lethal injection was scheduled for June 1. All legal avenues had been exhausted—the governor of New Hampshire refused to review his case. The only problem was Conrad Wilson was innocent, but no one cared. Or, rather, everyone that cared wanted him executed. His only chance to escape certain death was Judge Regan St. Clair and Jake Westley. Did they have enough time to stop the execution?

A fiction-within-a-fiction, a labyrinthine edifice of funny, mournful, and harrowing meditations on the fatal impasse between a man and a woman, My Life as a Man is Philip Roth’s most blistering novel. At its heart lies the marriage of Peter and Maureen Tarnopol, a gifted young writer and the woman who wants to be his muse but who instead is his nemesis. Their union is based on fraud and shored up by moral blackmail, but it is so perversely durable that, long after Maureen’s death, Peter is still trying—and failing—to write his way free of it.