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The Silence of the Lambs


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ISBN13: 9780312195267
ISBN10: 0312195265
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Behavioral Science, the FBI section that deals with serial murder, is on the bottom floor of the Academy building at Quantico, half-buried in the earth. Clarice Starling reached it flushed after a fast walk from Hogans Alley on the firing range. She had grass in her hair and grass stains on her FBI Academy windbreaker from diving to the ground under fire in an arrest problem on the range.

No one was in the outer office, so she fluffed briefly by her reflection in the glass doors. She knew she could look all right without primping. Her hands smelled of gunsmoke, but there was no time to wash—Section Chief Crawfords summons had said now.

She found Jack Crawford alone in the cluttered suite of offices. He was standing at someone elses desk talking on the telephone and she had a chance to look him over for the first time in a year. What she saw disturbed her.

Normally, Crawford looked like a fit, middle-aged engineer who might have paid his way through college playing baseball—a crafty catcher, tough when he blocked the plate. Now he was thin, his shirt collar was too big, and he had dark puffs under his reddened eyes. Everyone who could read the papers knew Behavioral Science section was catching hell. Starling hoped Crawford wasnt on the juice. That seemed most unlikely here.

Crawford ended his telephone conversation with a sharp “No.” He took her file from under his arm and opened it.

“Starling, Clarice M., good morning,” he said.

“Hello.” Her smile was only polite.

“Nothings wrong. I hope the call didnt spook you.”

“No.” Not totally true, Starling thought.

“Your instructors tell me youre doing well, top quarter of the class.”

“I hope so, they havent posted anything.”

“I ask them from time to time.”

That surprised Starling; she had written Crawford off as a two-faced recruiting sergeant son of a bitch.

She had met Special Agent Crawford when he was a guest lecturer at the University of Virginia. The quality of his criminology seminars was a factor in her coming to the Bureau. She wrote him a note when she qualified for the Academy, but he never replied, and for the three months she had been a trainee at Quantico, he had ignored her.

Starling came from people who do not ask for favors or press for friendship, but she was puzzled and regretful at Crawfords behavior. Now, in his presence, she liked him again, she was sorry to note.

Clearly something was wrong with him. There was a peculiar cleverness in Crawford, aside from his intelligence, and Starling had first noticed it in his color sense and the textures of his clothing, even within the FBI-clone standards of agent dress. Now he was neat but drab, as though he were molting.

“A job came up and I thought about you,” he said. “Its not really a job, its more of an interesting errand. Push Berrys stuff off that chair and sit down. You put down here that you want to come directly to Behavioral Science when you get through with the Academy.”

“I do.”

“You have a lot of forensics, but no law enforcement background. We look for six years, minimum.”

“My father was a marshal, I know the life.”

Crawford smiled a little. “What you do have is a double major in psychology and criminology, and how many summers working in a mental health center—two?”


“Your counselors license, is it current?”

“Its good for two more years. I got it before you had the seminar at UVA—before I decided to do this.”

“You got stuck in the hiring freeze.”

Starling nodded. “I was lucky though—I found out in time to qualify as a Forensic Fellow. Then I could work in the lab until the Academy had an opening.”

“You wrote to me about coming here, didnt you, and I dont think I answered—I know I didnt. I should have.”

“Youve had plenty else to do.”

“Do you know about VI-CAP?”

“I know its the Violent Criminal Apprehension Program. The Law Enforcement Bulletin says youre working on a database, but you arent operational yet.”

Crawford nodded. “Weve developed a questionnaire. It applies to all the known serial murderers in modern times.” He handed her a thick sheaf of papers in a flimsy binding. “Theres a section for investigators, and one for surviving victims, if any. The blue is for the killer to answer if he will, and the pink is a series of questions an examiner asks the killer, getting his reactions as well as his answers. Its a lot of paperwork.”

Paperwork. Clarice Starlings self-interest snuffled ahead like a keen beagle. She smelled a job offer coming—probably the drudgery of feeding raw data into a new computer system. It was tempting to get into Behavioral Science in any capacity she could, but she knew what happens to a woman if shes ever pegged as a secretary—it sticks until the end of time. A choice was coming, and she wanted to choose well.

Crawford was waiting for something—he must have asked her a question. Starling had to scramble to recall it:

“What tests have you given? Minnesota Multiphasic, ever? Rorschach?”

“Yes, MMPI, never Rorschach,” she said. “Ive done Thematic Apperception and Ive given children Bender-Gestalt.”

“Do you spook easily, Starling?”

“Not yet.”

“See, weve tried to interview and examine all the thirty-two known serial murderers we have in custody, to build up a database for psychological profiling in unsolved cases. Most of them went along with it—I think theyre driven to show off, a lot of them. Twenty-seven were willing to cooperate. Four on death row with appeals pending clammed up, understandably. But the one we want the most, we havent been able to get. I want you to go after him tomorrow in the asylum.”

Clarice Starling felt a glad knocking in her chest and some apprehension too.

“Whos the subject?”

“The psychiatrist—Dr. Hannibal Lecter,” Crawford said.

A brief silence follows the name, always, in any civilized gathering.

Starling looked at Crawford steadily, but she was too still. “Hannibal the Cannibal,” she said.


“Yes, well— Okay, right. Im glad of the chance, but you have to know Im wondering—why me?”

“Mainly because youre available,” Crawford said. “I dont expect him to cooperate. Hes already refused, but it was through an intermediary—the director of the hospital. I have to be able to say our qualified examiner went to him and asked him personally. There are reasons that dont concern you. I dont have anybody left in this section to do it.”

“Youre jammed—Buffalo Bill—and the things in Nevada,” Starling said.

“You got it. Its the old story—not enough warm bodies.”

“You said tomorrow—youre in a hurry. Any bearing on a current case?”

“No. I wish there were.”

“If he balks on me, do you still want a psychological evaluation?”

“No. Im waist-deep in inaccessible-patient evaluations of Dr. Lecter and theyre all different.”

Crawford shook two vitamin C tablets into his palm, and mixed an Alka-Seltzer at the water cooler to wash them down. “Its ridiculous, you know; Lecters a psychiatrist and he writes for the psychiatric journals himself—extraordinary stuff—but its never about his own little anomalies. He pretended to go along with the hospital director, Chilton, once in some tests—sitting around with a blood-pressure cuff on his penis, looking at wreck pictures—then Lecter published first what hed learned about Chilton and made a fool out of him. He responds to serious correspondence from psychiatric students in fields unrelated to his case, and thats all he does. If he wont talk to you, I just want straight reporting. How does he look, how does his cell look, whats he doing. Local color, so to speak. Watch out for the press going in and coming out. Not the real press, the supermarket press. They love Lecter even better than Prince Andrew.”

“Didnt a sleazo magazine offer him fifty thousand dollars for some recipes? I seem to remember that,” Starling said.

Crawford nodded. “Im pretty sure the National Tattler has bought somebody inside the hospital and they may know youre coming after I make the appointment.”

Crawford leaned forward until he faced her at a distance of two feet. She watched his half-glasses blur the bags under his eyes. He had gargled recently with Listerine.

“Now. I want your full attention, Starling. Are you listening to me?”

“Yes sir.”

“Be very careful with Hannibal Lecter. Dr. Chilton, the head of the mental hospital, will go over the physical procedure you use to deal with him. Dont deviate from it. Do not deviate from it one iota for any reason. If Lecter talks to you at all, hell just be trying to find out about you. Its the kind of curiosity that makes a snake look in a birds nest. We both know you have to back-and-forth a little in interviews, but you tell him no specifics about yourself. You dont want any of your personal facts in his head. You know what he did to Will Graham.”

“I read about it when it happened.”

“He gutted Will with a linoleum knife when Will caught up with him. Its a wonder Will didnt die. Remember the Red Dragon? Lecter turned Francis Dolarhyde onto Will and his family. Wills face looks like damn Picasso drew him, thanks to Lecter. He tore a nurse up in the asylum. Do your job, just dont ever forget what he is.”

“And whats that? Do you know?”

“I know hes a monster. Beyond that, nobody can say for sure. Maybe youll find out; I didnt pick you out of a hat, Starling. You asked me a couple of interesting questions when I was at UVA. The Director will see your own report over your signature—if its clear and tight and organized. I decide that. And I will have it by 0900 Sunday. Okay, Starling, carry on in the prescribed manner.”

Crawford smiled at her, but his eyes were dead.


Copyright © 1988 by Yazoo, Inc.

Authors Note © 2013 by Yazoo Fabrications, Inc.

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Don't take this wrong, the movie was excellent. But the book has so much more riveting detail that wasn't incorporated into the film. Thomas Harris is in a league of his own, the master of creating suspense. Hannibal Lecter and Jame Gumb are two of the sickest fictional sociopaths ever created. The Silence of the Lambs is one of my all-time favorite books. If you haven't read this book yet, now is the time.
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Loved it, a bit deep at first and not light reading at all but my favourite book all the same. ten out of ten
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Product Details

Harris, Thomas
St. Martin's Griffin
New York
Detective and mystery stories
Mystery & detective
Mystery fiction
Women sleuths
Government investigators
Serial murders
Serial murderers
Government investigators -- United States.
Popular Fiction-Contemporary Thrillers
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Hannibal Lector
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Publication Date:
September 15, 1998
Grade Level:
9.1 x 6.1 x 1.1 in

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"Review" by , "A virtual textbook on the craft of suspense. A masterwork of sheer momentum that rockets seamlessly toward its climax....Harris is quite simply the best suspense novelist working today."
"Review" by , "[T]hrillingly effective....Harris understands the crafting of literary terror as very few writers do; readers who put themselves in his good, coldblooded hands will lose sleep, and demand a sequel."
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"Review" by , "[An] intelligent, fast-paced thriller....Harris has written a story, although not for the squeamish, that is hard to put down."
"Synopsis" by , Hannibal Lecter. The ultimate villain of modern fiction. Read the five-million-copy bestseller that scared the world silent...

A young FBI trainee. An evil genius locked away for unspeakable crimes. A plunge into the darkest chambers of a psychopath's mind — in the deadly search for a serial killer...

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As part of the search for a serial murderer nicknames "Buffalo Bill," FBI trainee Clarice Starling is given an assignment. She must visit a man confined to a high-security facility for the criminally insane and interview him.

That man, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, is a former psychiatrist with unusual tastes and an intense curiosity about the darker corners of the mind. His intimate understanding of the killer and of Clarice herself form the core of Thomas Harris' The Silence of the Lambs--an unforgettable classic of suspense fiction.

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