Robert Galbraith’s “The Silkworm” is the “who dunnit?” kind of novel, once again proving that for J.K.Rowling, there’s life beyond Harry Potter. Here’s my review of the ‘Cuckoo’s calling’ sequel.
When Owen Quine goes missing, and our
Batman Strike and Robin detective duo get their latest assignment, the only question is where is he? Owen Quine, a writer of strange looks and yet stranger writing style, takes off into the night with the manuscript of his libelous swan song novel (according to him at least). Lets face it, the scandal-prone Quine is effectively an abusive pervert, who cheats on his wife and uses his novels to publish his veiled insulting opinions of others on paper. And…. *minor spoiler here* the guy dies. He’s murdered, and not just murdered, butchered just like the main character from the book he was bound to get sued for. And frankly, as a reader – you don’t even care.
Quine is definitely not one of those murdered or missing protagonists you’d feel sorry for. Personally, I accepted his demise with a peculiar curiosity, preferring to focus on the suspects, and they were plenty… “The Silkworm” is not the kind of novel where you know who happens to be the murderer. There’s no “I’m sure he did it!”, as a reader you are bound to keep guessing who has committed the grisly crime.
The characters inhibiting the publishing world of London are so rich and complex, you can only sit down and enjoy the ride, cause just about anyone could be the murderer – from the strange wife, whom I imagined being played by Hellen Mirren for some reason, the sweet mentally handicapped daughter (thought crossed my mind that even she may not be innocent!) to the ever-coughing literary anent and the despicable publisher. A very fine silk thread unites an extremely diverse group of people, that… Well, won’t spoil the ending! The Silkworm is yet another intriguing puzzle from J.K.Rowling, and I’m definitely looking forward to see what fate holds for Robin and Strike in the next book.
Overall note : *****