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456 pages, Hardcover
First published April 18, 2013
賱賲丕匕丕 賵賱丿鬲 毓賳丿賲丕 賰丕賳 丕賱孬賱噩 賷鬲爻丕賯胤
賰丕賳 賷噩亘 丕賳 鬲丕鬲賷 賵丕賱賵賯賵丕賯 賷鬲賳丕丿賷
丕賵 毓賳丿賲丕 賷禺囟乇 丕賱毓賳亘 賮賷 丕賱卮鬲賱丕鬲
丕賵 毓賱賷 丕賱丕賯賱 毓賳丿賲丕 賷丨卮丿 丕賱爻賳賵賳賵 賮賷 鬲噩賲毓丕鬲
賱賷丨賱賯 亘毓賷丿丕 賷胤賷乇
賴丕乇亘丕 賲賳 氐賷賮 賷賲賵鬲
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賱賲丕匕丕 鬲賲賵鬲 賵丕賱丨賲賱丕賳 鬲鬲賵丕賱丿
賰丕賳 賷噩亘 丕賳 鬲賲賵鬲 賵丕賱鬲賮丕丨 賷鬲爻丕賯胤
丕賵 毓賳丿賲丕 賷兀鬲賷 丕賱噩乇丕丿 賷鬲賯丕賮夭
賵丨賯賵賱 丕賱賯賲丨 鬲氐賷乇 賴卮賷賲丕 賵賮爻丕丿丕
賵賰賱 丕賱乇賷丕丨 鬲鬲賳賴丿 鬲氐賮乇
賱丕卮賷丕亍 噩賲賷賱賴 鬲賲賵鬲
鈥淲ith all the gallons of newsprint and hours of televised talk that have been poured forth on the subject of Lula Landry鈥檚 death, rarely has the question been asked: why do we care?
*Robert Galbraith is J.K.Rowling*
*J.K.Rowling is Robert Galbraith*
鈥淗e had never been able to understand the assumption of intimacy fans felt with those they had never met.鈥�I'll venture a guess that J.K.Rowling is not a stranger to this feeling. Propelled to household-name fame for her lovely gift of imagination, she gets to experience the uglier side of fans' adoration - the side that comes with suffocating hard-to-meet expectations and stifling atmosphere of demanding hype. Is it any wonder she'd look for a respite in releasing a book under a pseudonym?
鈥淥ther people his age had houses and washing machines, cars and television sets, furniture and gardens and mountain bikes and lawnmowers: he had four boxes of crap, and a set of matchless memories.鈥�I can barely express the enjoyment I experienced from the interactions of Strike with the wide cast of potential suspects and witnesses, most of them belonging to the world of British rich and famous; his ability to zero in on different aspects of their personalities, to study their very essence, to get them to slowly reveal their real frequently shallowly unattractive selves - so often ugly and petty - that satisfyingly replace any number of car chases or gunfights or mad dizzying dashes from place to place to place that I came to expect from the genre.
鈥淗ow could the death of someone you had never met affect you so?鈥�But what I really appreciated in this slowly developing character-centered even-keeled narrative was the ever-increasing spotlight on Lula Landry - a young woman whose death started it all, who ends up being more than just a springboard for the story but its heart, its centerpiece as we get to glimpse more of her through Strike's eyes, as we see her morph from just a pretty face into a full fleshed presence behind the story.
鈥淗e had hoped to spot the flickering shadow of a murderer as he turned the file's pages, but instead it was the ghost of Lula herself who emerged, gazing up at him, as victims of violent crimes sometimes did, through the detritus of their interrupted lives.鈥�Lula may initially appear to have little substance to her, to be little but a blank slate on which gossip-hungry public is eager to project their desires and hopes and even spite. But as the novel progresses, we see the glimpses of her personality and the uglier sides of the world of fame she inhabits - the world of flashing camera lights blinding your each step and every word you say having potential to end up in a yellow press column. Rowling's disdain of such flipside of fame is palpable indeed.
鈥淗ow easy it was to capitalize on a person鈥檚 own bent for self-destruction; how simple to nudge them into non-being, then to stand back and shrug and agree that it had been the inevitable result of a chaotic, catastrophic life.鈥�I quite enjoyed this book. I liked the smart mystery, the unexpected light humor, the apt descriptions (even if at times they would get a tad too wordy), the stinging satire, and, of course, the frequent grave seriousness when Rowling turns her eye to the 'real world' problems.
鈥淭he country was lumbering towards election day. Strike turned in early on Sunday and watched the day's gaffes, counterclaims and promises being tabulated on his portable TV. There was an air of joylessness in every news report he watched. The national debt was so huge that it was diffcult to comprehend. Cuts were coming, whoever won; deep, painful cuts; and sometimes, with their weasel words, the party leaders reminded Strike of the surgeons who had told him cautiously that he might experience a degree of discomfort; they who would never personally feel the pain that was about to be inflicted.鈥�I'll easily recommend this book for anyone who'd like a few enjoyable afternoons with a brainy delicious story. 4 stars and an excited anticipation for more offerings from Rowling, Galbraith or whatever name she chooses to use for her future writing endeavours.
Why were you born when the snow was falling?
You should have come to the cuckoo鈥檚 calling,
Why were you born when the snow was falling?
You should have come to the cuckoo鈥檚 calling,
Or when grapes are green in the cluster,
Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster
For their far off flying
From summer dying.
Why did you die when the lambs were cropping?
You should have died at the apples鈥� dropping,
When the grasshopper comes to trouble,
And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble,
And all winds go sighing
For sweet things dying.
鈥淲ith all the gallons of newsprint and hours of televised talk that have been poured forth on the subject of Lula Landry鈥檚 death, rarely has the question been asked: why do we care?
ROBERT GALBRAITH spent several years with the Royal Military Police before being attached to the SIB (Special Investigative Branch), the plainclothes branch of the RMP. He left the military in 2003 and has been working since then in the civilian security industry. The idea for Cormoran Strike grew directly out of his own experiences and those of his military friends who returned to the civilian world. 鈥淩obert Galbraith鈥� is a pseudonym.
The Cuckoo's Calling reminds me why I fell in love with crime fiction in the first place (Val McDermid)
鈥淟ike other inveterate womanizers Strike had encountered, Duffield鈥檚 voice and mannerisms were slightly camp. Perhaps such men became feminized by prolonged immersion in women鈥檚 company, or perhaps it was a way of disarming their quarry.鈥�Cormoran Strike is a private investigator whose business is not doing too well. One-legged (lost the other in Afghanistan fighting for Britain!!), overweight, bad dresser, not handsome in the least, homeless and living in his office 鈥� a total underdog!! Really!! his father, the ageing rock star who never married Cormoran鈥檚 dead groupie mother, is even demand interest on a loan he made to C!!! But under all that is an honorable and honest human being and that鈥檚 what pulls you in and has you wanting him to win all the obstacles in his life.
鈥淪trike was used to playing archaeologist among the ruins of people鈥檚 traumatized memories;鈥�Besides C, there are so many other memorable characters. Robin, his secretary was the other favorite of mine in this story
鈥淩obin was disposed to feel desperately sorry for anyone with a less fortunate love life than her own 鈥� if desperate pity could describe the exquisite pleasure she actually felt at the thought of her own comparative paradise.鈥�, about a murder of Lula Landry, a supermodel.
She looked away from him, drawing hard on her Rothman鈥檚; when her mouth puckered into hard little lines around the cigarette, it looked like a cat鈥檚 anus.The imagery鈥︹€�
鈥淵eah,鈥� he said.The settings in a dark
Duffield had returned, holding another drink, cleaving his way back through the crowd, whose faces revolved after him, tugged by his aura. His legs in their tight jeans were like black pipe cleaners, and with his darkly smudged eyes he looked like a Pierrot gone bad.
鈥淗ow easy it was to capitalize on a person鈥檚 own bent for self-destruction; how simple to nudge them into non-being, then to stand back and shrug and agree that it had been the inevitable result of a chaotic, catastrophic life.鈥�How true is this????
鈥淭he dead could only speak through the mouths of those left behind, and through the signs they left scattered behind them.鈥�
鈥淐ouples tended to be of roughly equivalent personal attractiveness, though of course factors such as money often seemed to secure a partner of significantly better looks than oneself.鈥�And yes, I am hoping we get a bit more of Cormoran Strike. I loved his way of solving the case and it would make a great series.
Why did you die when the lambs were cropping?
You should have died at the apple's dropping,
when the grasshopper comes to trouble,
and the wheat-fields are sodden stubble,
And all the winds go sighing,
for sweet things dying.
-Christina G. Rossetti, "A Dirge"
Her accidental assailant was massive; his height, his general hairiness, coupled with a gently expanding belly, suggested a grizzly bear.
鈥淥ther people his age had houses and washing machines, cars and television sets, furniture and gardens and mountain bikes and lawnmowers: he had four boxes of crap, and a set of matchless memories.鈥�