From the prologue: The
buzz in the street was like the humming of flies. Photographers stood massed
behind barriers patrolled by police, their long-snouted cameras poised, their
breath rising like steam. Snow fell steadily on to hats and shoulders; gloved
fingers wiped lenses clear. From time to time there came outbursts of desultory
clicking, as the watchers filled the waiting time by snapping the white canvas
tent in the middle of the road, the entrance to the tall red-brick apartment
block behind it, and the balcony on the top floor from which the body had
fallen.
"After losing his leg to a land mine in Afghanistan, Cormoran Strike is barely scraping by as a private investigator. Strike is down to one client, and creditors are calling. He has also just broken up with his longtime girlfriend and is living in his office. Then John Bristow walks through his door with an amazing story: His sister, the legendary supermodel Lula Landry, known to her friends as the Cuckoo, famously fell to her death a few months earlier. The police ruled it a suicide, but John refuses to believe that. The case plunges Strike into the world of multimillionaire beauties, rock-star boyfriends, and desperate designers, and it introduces him to every variety of pleasure, enticement, seduction, and delusion known to man. You may think you know detectives, but you've never met one quite like Strike. You may think you know about the wealthy and famous, but you've never seen them under an investigation like this."
This was quite a publicity stunt that was pulled by
Mulholland Books. The Cuckoo’s Calling
was published in late April, and in July, it was revealed that the author is actually J.K. Rowling. The result of this is that the book got both critical
acclaim when it came out, and is now also an instant bestseller due to its
author’s fame. The stunt worked on me,
but I must say that the book actually is really good, much better than The Casual Vacancy, Rowling’s other
adult book. The mystery is compelling, and the writing is wonderful.
I think the key to reading The Casual Vacancy and The
Cuckoo’s Calling is not to compare them to Harry Potter because they are
not similar to it at all in plot. Instead, enjoy these two as their own books. I made
that mistake with The Casual Vacancy,
and my enjoyment of it suffered for that. Also, though, I think The Cuckoo’s Calling is a better book.
When Bristow comes to Strike’s office, Strike believes that
he just has a dangerous obsession with his sister’s death, that of course Lula
committed suicide. He takes the case on only because he has some serious
financial problems, and (I would like to think), he wants to convince Bristow
that the death was indeed suicide, and end the whole thing.
There were some marvelous descriptions of London in The Cuckoo’s Calling, in all its beauty
and ugliness. Here’s one passage: “It
was nearly eight before he returned to the office. This was the hour when he
found London most lovable; the working day over, her pubs were warm and
jewel-like, her streets thrummed with life, and the indefatigable permanence of
her aged buildings, softened by the street lights, became strangely reassuring.
We have seen plenty like you, they seemed to murmur soothingly, as he limped
along Oxford Street carrying a boxed-up camp bed. Seven and a half million
hearts were beating in close proximity in this heaving old city, and many,
after all, would be aching far worse than his. Walking wearily past closing
shops, while the heavens turned indigo above him, Strike found solace in
vastness and anonymity.” (pg. 48). I
love that passage; it really seems to convey the weariness and the beauty of
London, as well as trike’s predicaments.
There are also amazing descriptions of the glittering, alien
society of “multimillionaire beauties, rock-star boyfriends, and desperate
designers” that Strike finds himself plunged into. Lula Landry had so many “friends” from so
many different circles, and it’s hard to know why anyone would have killed her.
But according to Strike, opportunity is more important than motive, and it
seems utterly impossible that someone could have snuck into her apartment and
escaped, given the details of the situation. Still, Bristow is convinced, and
there’s a whole host of crazed witnesses claiming to have heard something
through sound-proof glass.
Like The Casual
Vacancy, there are many different threads of the plot, and many characters
who are connected. For example, there’s Robin who becomes Strike’s
secretary and starts off Chapter 1, even
though she’s not the main character. Nevertheless, her life is also delved into
beside the main mystery; she’s just become engaged, etc. etc. But The Cuckoo’s Calling fit together much,
much better than The Casual Vacancy;
it was much more cohesive and I loved it. I realize, of course, that Rowling’s
two adult novels are very different, in different genres. But still, The Cuckoo’s Calling was much better
crafted.
It was also incredibly suspenseful. I was reading it late at night in the Albuquerque airport, and I basically read the first 100 pages in one sitting. At 1 AM on the airplane I was still reading it. Although eventually I had to put it down then, I probably would have finished it one sitting if it wasn't so late (early). I really wanted to find out what exactly had happened that night at Lula’s flat. The interesting thing is that there aren't a whole lot of clues to help the reader figure out whether it was a murder; there’s just the testimony. It’s not like Agatha Christie’s novels, where theoretically the reader could figure out everything about the murder. The Cuckoo’s Calling is also in the vein of hard-boiled detective novels - British ones. I've definitely read a few American hard-boiled mysteries (The Maltese Falcon, The Thin Man), but never a British one. It was interesting.
I absolutely loved The Cuckoo’s Calling, truth be told more
than I was expecting to. It was a wonderful mystery and a compelling story,
which I would highly recommend. It both followed the vein of classic detective
novels, and did new and interesting things.
455 pages.
Rating: *****
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