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Top Reviews Most recent Top Reviews. There was a problem filtering reviews right now. Please try again later. Kindle Edition Verified Purchase. Archer constructs plots like the finest of architects would plan a gravity defying building. Every intersection, angle, roofline and basement meld in perfect harmony.
They support the characters, their hopes, dreams, plots and schemes as well as those of the family members of future generations. The characters are wonderful and fully executed. Rich backgrounds are provided with complete histories that some have complained about. I found that level of detail intriguing and helped make me part of the family. The dialogue is fantastic and well in keeping with both the historical time periods and geographical backgrounds.
The same applies to sexual content and violence. The opportunity to view their lives, learn from their mistakes and triumphs is well worth the time invested in reading this almost page treasure. One person found this helpful.
I very much enjoyed this book. I was completely engrossed in the two boys lives and all the drama that went on. As they got older their feud was clearly pointless and unnecessary.
That was frustrating. There is a bittersweet ending which saddened me, but I guess with a feud like that some sadness comes with it. Overall I really enjoyed the story! Mass Market Paperback Verified Purchase.
I think Kane and Able is one of the best books that Jeffery Archer has written. I read it years ago when it first came out, and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it for the second time.
I live in a senior retirement community and have passed it around to friends here and they also really loved it. After reading it, I purchased the next 2 in the series, which I had never read, and enjoyed them very much. They are also being passed around.
I have a kindle, but when a book like this is so great, I buy the book so my friends can have the pleasure of reading it. Then they are donated to our library. Enjoy the thrill. The biblical story of Cain and Abel kept interfering with my ability to process the story, but I enjoyed every twist and turn of the plot line. At first I had a hard time deciding who was my hero. When I finally let go of trying to write the story myself, I enjoyed every word of Mr.
Archer's detailed grasp of the times and the local color of the cities and countries of this saga carries you along in an improbable story of two driven men who are enemies for life, one a scrappy Russian immigrant and the other a strategic Boston Brahmin.
Yet, ironically, they are really not, but their social roles and pride made them do it! The two men are born on the same day in into drastically different situations - Kane into Bostonian wealth and Abel into Polish poverty.
The reader is in for a real journey as they infants grow into young prodigies, they both face setbacks, and they both display a domineering will to succeed.
The author deftly tied these events into the story and uses them to bring the men together in what becomes a life-long battle between the two. In the end, this is a moving tale of struggle, revenge, and pride. We see the terrible cost financially and emotionally that each man pays as they refuse to budge on their positions, and the impact this has on the men and their families. Neither man was a saint, and I found myself switching between the two as to which I liked the best. This was an entertaining read, and one that made me think about the choices we make and how hard it is to forgive.
I just recently discovered Jeffrey Archer and am glad I did. This was a very interesting book with well developed characters. There are two baby boys born on the same day, one into wealth in America and one into poverty in Poland. The book outlines the story of both men's lives until they converge and the story gets even more interesting. It ends leaving an opening for the next book. The only thing I didn't like were several short descriptions about different young men's first sexual experiences.
This did not add to the story and was totally unnecessary. I wish authors would leave the descriptive stuff out. There was little violence or foul language.
I first read Kane and Abel several years ago when it first came out. I enjoyed it then and when I saw it on the Amazon site again, I had to reread it. The boy looked up at her face for some sign of pleasure or anger, to find her eyes shining with a tenderness he had never seen before. He knew then that the thing he had done must be good. He will find Urszula Wojnak on the estate, and you must take them both to the mother. Then be sure they come back here. The mother closed the door with her shoulder and called out for Florentyna, her eldest child, to put the pot on the fire.
She sat down on a wooden stool, unbuttoned her bodice and pushed a tired nipple to the little puckered mouth. Sophia, her youngest daughter, only six months old, would have to go without her supper tonight. Come to think of it, so would the whole family. The elderly midwife washed the little body and tended to the twisted umbilical stump.
Her husband spat. We have enough children of our own. Her husband shrugged. Let him go to his grave nameless. The baby started to cry. In Boston, M assachusetts, there is a hospital that caters mainly for those who suffer from the diseases of the rich, and on selected occasions allows itself to deliver the new rich.
A young man was pacing up and down outside the delivery room; inside, two obstetricians and the family doctor were in attendance. This father did not believe in taking risks with his firstborn. The obstetricians would be paid a large fee to stand by and witness events. One of them, who wore evening clothes under his long white coat, was late for a dinner party, but he could not afford to absent himself from this particular birth.
The three had earlier drawn straws to decide who should deliver the child, and Dr M acKenzie, the family doctor, had won. A sound, reliable man, the father thought, as he paced up and down the corridor.
Not that he had any reason to be anxious. Anne had gone into labour soon after breakfast, and he had been assured that the birth would not take place until his bank had closed for the day.
The father was a disciplined man and saw no reason why the arrival of a child should interrupt his well-ordered life. Nevertheless, he continued to pace. Nurses and doctors hurried past him, lowering their voices as they approached him and raising them again only when they were out of his earshot.
M ost of the hospital staff had never seen him in person, but all of them knew who he was. His grandfather had already built a library and his father a school for the local community. The expectant father tried to read the evening paper, looking over the words but not taking in their meaning. He was nervous, even anxious. He turned to the sports pages of the Evening Transcript. Then he saw the headline on the front page: Devastation in San Francisco, at least four hundred people dead - other people would be mourning.
He hated that. It would take away from the birth of his son. People would remember that something else had happened on this day. He turned to the financial pages and checked the stock market: He continued to pace while pretending to read the Transcript. The obstetrician in evening dress pushed through the swing doors of the delivery room to report the news.
He felt he had to do something to justify his large fee and he was the most suitably dressed for the announcement. The two men stared at each other for a moment. A fine-looking little boy. Then the news dawned on him - a son. The obstetrician ventured a question to break the silence.
Helena Koskiewicz believed in life, and she had borne nine children to prove it. Although she had lost three in infancy, she had not let any of them go easily. At thirty-five, she knew that her once lusty Jasio would give her no more sons or daughters.
God had offered her this one; surely he must be destined to live. Although she was only in her thirties, meagre food and hard work caused her to look much older. She was grey and thin, and not once in her life had she worn new clothes. It never occurred to her to complain about her lot, but the lines on her face made her look more like a grandmother than a mother.
Although she squeezed her breasts hard, leaving dull red marks around the nipples, only little drops of milk squirted out.
The eyelids opened as he tried to suck. Finally the mother sank unwillingly into a deep sleep. Jasio Koskiewicz, a heavily built, dull man with a luxurious moustache, his only gesture of self-assertion in an otherwise servile existence, discovered his wife and the baby asleep in the rocking chair when he rose at five.
He stared down at the bastard who had, thank God, at least stopped wailing. Was it dead? Let the woman worry about life and death: He finally grabbed a hunk of bread with one hand and his traps with the other before slipping noiselessly out of the cottage, for fear of waking the child and starting it wailing again. He strode off towards the forest, giving no more thought to the little intruder other than to assume that he had seen him for the last time.
Florentyna was next to enter the kitchen, just before the old clock, which for many years had kept its own time, chimed six times. It was no more than a vague assistance to those who wished to know if it was the hour to rise or go to bed. Florentyna struck those who saw her for the first time as a pretty, frail, shabby little thing. She tiptoed up to the rocking chair and stared down at her mother and the little boy, whom she had adored at first sight.
She had never in her eight years owned a doll. Even then she had not actually touched the beautiful object, but now she felt an inexplicable urge to hold this baby in her arms. She bent down and eased the child away from her mother, and staring down into its blue eyes - such blue eyes - she began to hum. This woke the mother, whose only reaction was to feel guilty for having fallen asleep. The little girl was mesmerized.
Helena Koskiewicz was pleased that her children had learned early in life to fend for themselves. They could feed the animals, milk the goats and tend the vegetable garden without any help or prodding.