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464 pages, Hardcover
First published June 19, 2014
“..writers are a savage breed, Mr. Strike. If you want life-long friendship and selfless camaraderie, join the army and learn to kill. If you want a lifetime of temporary alliances with peers who will glory in your every failure, write novels.”The case this time is bloody strange, mysterious, full of twists , and yeah .. full of blood.
―Robert Galbraith, The Silkworm
“The whole world's writing novels, but nobody's reading them.”Well don't look at me just like that...it's
“We need readers,” muttered Daniel Chard. “More readers. Fewer writers.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Silkworm
“I said that the greatest female writers, with almost no exceptions, have been childless. A fact. And I have said that women generally, by virtue of their desire to mother, are incapable of the necessarily single-minded focus anyone must bring to the creation of literature, true literature. I don’t retract a word. That is a fact.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Silkworm
Val McDermid from The Guardian gave the novel a positive review, but criticized the descriptions of the different London settings, which she considered superfluous: "I suspect that having spent so many books describing a world only she knew has left her with the habit of telling us rather too much about a world most of us know well enough to imagine for ourselves".
"...Writers are a savage breed, Mr. Strike. If you want life-long friendship and selfless camaraderie, join the army and learn to kill. If you want a lifetime of temporary alliances with peers who will glory in your every failure, write novels."And just like that, J.K. Rowling under the pseudonym of Robert Galbraith takes on the familiar to her world of writing and publishing, bringing to light the petty conflicts, backstabbing attitudes, hurtful gossips and inflated egos. The bared claws and at-your-throat attitudes, the dislikes and grudges held between successful writers and less successful ones, the wannabe writers, the ones who can and cannot write well, the agents, the publishers - it all looks like an ugly mess, to say the least.
This unpleasant world serves as a backdrop for a rather gruesome murder (let's just say that a writer spilling his guts can have a very literal meaning, okay?) that matches precisely the final scene in the victim's book. The victim, Owen Quine, is a not-too-successful writer and, frankly, a very unpleasant person, whose latest book seems to focus on trash-talking everyone connected to him in the literary world and personal life and pisses off quite a number of people.
"The whole world's writing novels, but nobody's reading them."
"الكُتّاب قطيع متوحش، سيد سترايك. إن أردت أن تكوّن علاقات تدوم العمر كله وصداقات حميمة خالية من الأنانية، أنضم للجيش وتعلم كيف تقتلأو أكتب مراجعات مثلا، لا فارق
وإن أردت حياة مليئة بالتحالفات المؤقتة، مع أقران يأتي فخرهم ومجدهم من أي لحظة فشل لك، فلتكتب روايات"
"العالم كله يكتب روايات، لكن لا أحد يقرأها.دخل سترايك، بطل روايتنا، ذلك العش لتحقيق في قضية مقتل دودة قز لم تستكمل شرنقتها..مؤلف كان يسعي للتحول كأقرانه نحو الشهرة، لكن تم قتله بشكل دموي بشع...طقوسي ورمزي ويحاكي مخطوطته اﻷخيرة
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