JK Rowling's aptness for describing the human condition on both a micro and a macro scale is what makes this detective novel brilliant. She revealed hJK Rowling's aptness for describing the human condition on both a micro and a macro scale is what makes this detective novel brilliant. She revealed her knack for this in The Casual Vacancy, and now it's embedded in the terrain of this classic-structured mystery (with no skimping on details, which I personally relished in). I know some readers - even avid fans - found the detail tedious, but it's well-crafted and laid out in a way that kept me pining for more, particularly characters' back stories as they explain the why and how of things (while satisfying my desire for in-depth perspective).
Folks may complain about the advanced descriptive language, but it was a good education for me. Yeah, I used my dictionary more than I care to admit, but that can come with reading quality literature. OK, so complex and rare vocabulary items are not necessarily prerequisites for a good book, but the language didn't get in my way. I will begrudgingly admit that several words stung my brain, but I refuse to place the blame on Rowling.
The plot is multifaceted and twisty, and although I correctly guessed the murderer early on, I was soon led astray, and greatly caught up with a list of intriguing characters I NEED to see again, particularly Cormoran and Robin (obviously). They make a great pair, and I'm curious to see how their relationship, working and so on, will evolve. Galbraith, sir, be conjured and write more!
Like all of her work, The Cuckoo's Calling serves as social commentary (although not to the extent that The Casual Vacancy did, and on the principle that they belong to separate genres, I won't compare them). As much as the novel evokes suspense, much of its narration and dialogue illuminates and critiques society's obsession and often ignorant preoccupation with celebrity, as well as its consequences for the famed, the consumed and the medium in charge of keeping this perverse industry well-greased.
A detail I most appreciated was the perfectly-tuned and varying tones and dialects, which offered up boundless depictions of characters' socioeconomic situation, and so, their perspective. Not only did that serve the plot well (as it explained characters' attitudes, beliefs and subsequent action - or in many cases - inaction), but it formed a whole story that readers can truly connect to in an acutely human way.
In short, a great modern mystery not without a refreshing dose of humanity. I'm ready for the next one....more
I know. Chelsea is a comedian and a performer, not a writer. Yes, her books are written for a good dirty laugh. They're an extension of her personalitI know. Chelsea is a comedian and a performer, not a writer. Yes, her books are written for a good dirty laugh. They're an extension of her personality and her world, and I love that, but just because I'm indulging in trash doesn't mean I expect poor quality. I enjoy an occasional scoff from McDonald's, but do I pay for soggy fries? No! This book is Handler's soggy fry.
I appreciate Chelsea's humour - love her show, and enjoyed Lies that Chelsea Handler Told Me, but this? Hmm...
It was poorly written (not that Lies was much better, but at least it was edited), and from a seemingly ignorant perspective. And I don't mean the deliberate ignorance she uses to berate racists and prejudiced folks. That I usually find funny! I'm talking about an underlying ignorance that I just couldn't place. Maybe it was the shitty writing.
I do give three stars for the dramatized versions of her father, her friend Shoniqua and her father's dog, Whitefoot (among others). I'd much rather hear her talk about it than endure her writing of it, though.
Instead of the shameless, clever Chelsea we normally meet we get a pushy, oversexed twit who is only out to exploit men (and their penises). Should have kept this one on screen.