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Mitch Silver was born in Brooklyn and grew up on Long Island.  He attended Yale and was an advertising writer for several New York agencies.  Mitch spent a year living in Paris with his wife, Ellen Highsmith Silver, while he worked on the Colgate-Palmolive account. In his spare time, he won the American Song Festival Lyric Grand Prize for “Sleeping Single in a Double Bed.”  

Mitch lives in Greenwich, Connecticut.  In Secret Service was published in 2008. THE BOOKWORM is his second novel.

Praise for Mitch Silver’s Work

"A monarchy in trouble, murderous treason, and a World War II betrayal that resonates into the present. The real thrill of In Secret Service is watching this contemporary and historical tale recounted through the fun house mirror. Enjoy the ride."
Brad Meltzer, bestselling author of The Book of Fate

"A great thriller, worthy of Ian Fleming himself -- and the story might even be true."
Lee Child, bestselling author of the Jack Reacher series

"Silver impressively overlays speculative scenarios atop actual historical events.... The multi-layered conspiracies are well-imagined."
The Washington Post

"First-time novelist Silver spins an entertaining tale...and his high spirits are so contagious that readers will happily go along for the ride."
Publishers Weekly

"Gripping and dangerous as any James Bond adventure....A tantalizing page-turner."
The Star Phoenix

"Harks back to the best of the Cold War thrillers....In Secret Service is at home in the past and present -- and compelling in both A story Ian Fleming himself would have enjoyed."
Rocky Mountain News 

"Mitch Silver links Fleming's real and fictional worlds to today's headlines."
Wilkes-Barre Times Leader 

"Silver mounts suspense ever so slowly but ever so surely that you find yourself breathlessly waiting for a startling denouement."
Tampa Tribune

Mitch Silver, author of the captivating thriller, In Secret Service, changes the game with his recent blend of historical mystery and contemporary suspense in THE BOOKWORM (Pegasus; Feb. 6, 2018).  Readers follow one determined woman as she strives to solve the unanswered questions of both the past and present with major appearances from Noel Coward, Ian Fleming, JFK, Marlene Dietrich and Winston Churchill.

Beginning in the early days of World War II, a British agent posing as a friar plants a centuries- old leather bible in a Belgian monastery.  Then, 70 years later in modern-day London, a backhoe operator unearths a skeletal arm bone with a rusty handcuff attached to the wrist.  Is there a sinister connection between these events?

Moscow history professor Larissa Mendelova Klimt (‘Lara the Bookworm’ to her friends) seeks the answers as she listens to six musty Dictaphone cylinders recorded in the 1940s by Noel Coward, actor, playwright, and secret British operative reporting to Winston Churchill.  She'll discover why the age-old Bible was left where the conquering Nazis would find it; how it made its way to Adolf Hitler’s desk days before the planned British attack; and why a WWII secret can impact the current-day machinations of the self-styled "master deal-maker" of an American president and his brutal Russian counterpart.


Chapter 1
Moscow, Russia
In a vast Stalin-era granite box several kilometers north of the capital’s outer ring road, Larissa Mendelova Klimt checked her cell phone one last time—nothing—before packing up
the box for the return leg of her “daily commute.” Her routine never varied: pick up the yashchik in the morning, walk it along two rows of the Osobyi Arkhiv and then three rows over. Unlock the door to her carrel and set the box of old papers down on the desk. Turn on the light. Be seated. At night, pick up the box, lock up, and walk her burden back to its parking place with the other wartime files on the archive’s shelf.
She was feeling pretty good about herself. Other people went away for the summer, enjoyed the weather, swam at the seaside or in a lake, maybe. But Lara the Good Girl worked right here while Russia’s brief summer came and went. Unencumbered by her teaching load, she had waded through the captured Nazi documents in the box like an explorer. No, a cosmonaut—she was the Yuri Gagarin of academics, soaring through the unknown.
Take that day when she found two of the daily logs stuck together. Two not terribly significant days in May 1942, recorded down to the last, absurd detail by one of Hitler’s secretaries at the time, probably Johanna Wolf. Even as she carefully unstuck May 15 from May 16, she realized no Russian eyes had ever seen the page underneath; no Russian fingers had ever touched it. Of 150 million people, only Lara knew that Hitler had visited Wewelsburg to promote a cadre of SS officers at Himmler’s castle there before returning the same evening to Berlin by special train for a briefing on the Crimean offensive driving toward Baku. Okay, it was nothing special. Trivial, even. But it was all hers.
She knew what her friends called her: knižnyj červ. The “book- worm.” All they could see was the huge iron door of the Russian State Military Archive that closed behind her in the morning, never the enlightenment to be found within the heavily guarded Special, or Osobyi, section inside.
For the past eleven weeks, she had been doing exactly what she wanted to do. She spent nearly every waking minute plowing through the yellowed pages in this single box in the vast climate- controlled archive. Or else hunched over one of the preserved ’40s-era Dictaphone machines in the Listening Room twenty meters down the hall, as the voices of Hitler, Himmler, and Bormann dictated letters and summarized staff meetings on the hundreds of recordings liberated from the Führerbunker.
Even so, Lara had her reasons for being euphoric. She could tick off at least five of them on her fingers, starting with her thumb: with this last page, she had the whole dusty job of reading and translating behind her for another year. Index finger: she had her big definitive book, her Origins of the Great Patriotic War, all but written on the desk in front of her. Middle finger: Viktor was finally served with the divorce papers and she could move on with her life. Ring finger: Over the summer she had been named to fill the vacant chair in her department and would teach her initial class tomorrow as the country’s first full professor of geopolitical history. And pinkie: She had planned this summer’s work with her usual care, and had been rewarded by arriving at the last page of the Chronologies on September 8, the final allotted day. She had calculated it per- fectly, which just went to prove how weird the newly minted Lukoil Professor of Geohistory Larissa Mendelova Klimt—Lara to her friends—really was.
Still, as she gazed out the big, grimy window at the handful of people hurrying along the pedestrian walk of the Leningradskoye shosse on their way home and then down at the notes she’d tapped out on her iPad, she could feel the same old niggling doubt creeping back in. Is it worth it? Is this any way to spend a life, shutting yourself away in a musty archive?
Viktor certainly didn’t think so. One time she’d read him something she’d written and he’d given that little deprecating snort of his. “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. What difference does it make?”
Was she divorcing Viktor because he was a no-good unfaithful bastard, or because she couldn’t bear to have him putting down her work? Did she surround herself with dead men talking because the actual live ones out there in the world were unknowable? From the time she’d been the tallest preteen in her srednyaya shkola in the closed city of Perm, Larissa had attracted the male gaze. But what, really, had they seen in her? Her nose was clearly too long, her teeth—though perfectly white and even—had a space in the middle, and her inky-black hair would never stay where she brushed it. Worse, out of her mouth would come what- ever she was thinking.
Lara returned her gaze to the single-spaced German record in front of her; she would read the last of the pages and deal with her life some other time. By now she knew Traudl Junge’s machine, the typewriter with the chipped apostrophe. Guess they couldn’t get new typewriters in the bunker by 1945.
And what was “A.H.” doing on April 21, the day after his birthday party and the last day of the Chronologies? Was he in the map room, planning to move up his nonexistent Southern Army to block the Russians at the gates to Berlin? No, he did that yesterday. Was he in the radio room, directing waves of nonexis- tent V-2s to wipe out the Red Army’s advance units (and most of the Berlin population)? He’d already tried that too.
Today he was playing with the Goebbels children. On other days, he’d show them Speer’s plans for the complete redesign of Linz, the Führer’s birthplace, into the new seat of Germanic culture. Today, though, he was back to playing with Tibet.
Fraulein Junge recorded it on the same onionskin paper she once used for councils of war: “1100 hrs. to 1215: A.H. again had us roll out the scale model of Lhasa to instruct the children on the beginnings of their race. How the gods had lived on the continent of Atlantis and how, when it succumbed to the Great Flood, they had moved to the lands of Thule and Ultima Thule far to the north. Then, when some of them had had carnal knowledge of mortal women, an elite priesthood of Nordics had taken refuge in another icy stronghold, in the Himalayas, and established their kingdom far beneath the surface of the earth.
“With that he delighted the children by lifting up the model’s mountains to reveal the magical city of the Aryans, the master race, as it had been recreated below. The little one, Heide, clapped her hands in joy as always.”
Lara shivered and let the flimsy paper drop from her hands. She knew that ten days later, her mother would crush cyanide capsules into the mouths of little Heide and her five brothers and sisters so they might all perish with the Führer.
Did Germany’s desire for lebensraum make the war inevitable? Or was it simply about one twisted, murderous man with unlimited power? One thing she did know: it was time to put the box back on the shelf and leave pure, unadulterated evil behind her for another year. 


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  1. Thanks for this captivating novel feature and giveaway which interests me greatly. This historical mystery set during a profound era is meaningful, memorable and my favorite period to read about. The excerpt is enthralling and fascinating. Thanks for this chance.

  2. The Bookworm interests me greatly as it is a profound and enthralling historical mystery which takes place during my favorite era and is unforgettable as is Sir Winston Churchill whom I admire very much for his courage and steadfastness. The excerpt was fascinating and the story, characters and different periods of time captivated me immediately.


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