THE RED RIDING
TRILOGY – 1974, 1980, 1983 – 2009
Vicious, disgusting, more than
gory, just gross, and yet so true to “life” if this is life. It sure is Yorkshire, accent, desolation and misery (more than plain
and simple poverty), cruelty, pollution, greed, vice, perversion, etc. spread
all over. All evils in one pouch, one bag in West
Yorkshire and the motto that “this is the north, where we do what
we want,” that’s the great beauty of ugliness.
It will take you three long
episodes to reach the culprit and you won’t be surprised at all when you
finally come to him. In the meantime the police would have revealed itself the
most odious, ferocious and mentally cannibalistic institution you can imagine.
Asking a question for them is
necessarily hurting, torturing and a few other things of the sort: breaking
fingers, crushing burning cigarettes anywhere you can imagine, stripping the
suspects naked, and the films do not show them naked (prudes!). There is not
one single person in the police force that is able to do anything regular like
find a culprit that is really guilty and bring that one to justice.
One journalist is driven to
craziness and some deadly justice enforcing spree, and yet you will know if he
was right in his choice of targets at the end of the third film. Another young
man, slightly spaced out will be convinced under duress by everyone, probably
only in the police, that he killed the girl. And he will end his life in
prison. With little chance to be retried since he signed a confession and pleaded
guilty.
And quite a few are questioned
that way and yet the crimes are going on: kidnapped girls, then raped, and in
many ways cut up and carved up and more or less endowed with wings and
feathers.
And all that in a society that is
rotten to the core, that speculates on the death of as many people as possible
with pollution and the exploitation of them as long as they live with projects
that are as crazy as they are greedy of shopping malls with cinemas and all
kinds of entertainments to empty the billfolds of the gullible submissive
slaves of the public till they are empty and they can then commit suicide or
die young of any kind of hazardous escaping tentative or industrial pollution. And
for the girls and women prostitution and promiscuity are the main two udders of
everyday suspended death. You can imagine what the other two are.
And be sure that all the cadres
of the police and the most respected people in this society, lay and clerical,
are among the small circle of speculators and their only aim is to make money
and thus to keep the surrounding society going because you cannot squeeze money
out of marginal miserable derelict and impoverished proletariat. No matter what,
they must have just a little bit more than their basic needs to be able to spend
that little bit more in the traps of the entertaining plotters.
Is it a great trilogy? I do not
know but one thing is sure even if at the end the killer is finally put out of
the way all the corrupted elite of this part of Yorkshire
will not be in any way even questioned, not to speak of prosecuted. After all
corruption is the basic human dimension: the survival instinct of the more
corrupted declared the fitter, by all means, even selling their parents into
slavery and feeding their own children to the industrial sharks of our certainly
not post-modern society but definitely pre-modern jungle.
Dr Jacques COULARDEAU
ROBERT GALBRAITH
– THE SILKWORM – 2014
The situation in this thriller is
very tricky, intricate, complicated. It’s dealing with the publishing business
in London with
a vengeance of sorts as if the author had to settle some account with that
business. In other words Ms. J.K. Rowling, in her invisibility cape of a
pseudonym, is telling London
publishers, the direct heirs of the famous Stationers Company, their four
truths if not even more, and many other little secrets they might want to keep
under the rug. So publishers, editors, agents and authors, all get redressed,
repressed and re-ironed to be presentable. And yet nothing is really achieved
along that line. The publishing business has no hope of any salvation, at least
not before Doomsday. The whole book centers on a so-so mediocre half-successful
author advanced in age who wants a big
come-back, like an epiphanic second chance.
His ambition is going to be
hi-jacked into a gory bloody horrific crime story that will guarantee his next
book to be a full success. But he had not dreamed of ending up in the doggy do
of some canine monster.
The suspense and the plot are OK
though the whole novel is too slow for this thrilling literary genre. It needs
to be denser and go faster. In fact a little bit of editing could shorten the
story and make it more dynamic.
Then there are several traditional
traits borrowed from classic English detective stories. The first one is the
antipathy, if not competitive hostility towards the MET, in other words Scotland
Yard. This is maybe slightly too much because it is too intense on the police
side of this hostility. Of course Sherlock Holmes had his sidekick in Scotland
Yard. Of course Hercule Poirot had his sidekick in Scotland Yard? But Ruth
Rendell did not use that feature and it is maybe not of the best taste to
highlight the umbilical hatred of Scotland Yard for anything private in the
field of police work.
Then the final bringing together
of the main suspects for a confrontation is by far too Poirot-like. We could
maybe renew that kind of trick and in this book the trick is going against
suspense because the final “theory” appears some fifty pages before the end but
it is never really revealed before the last chapter but only six pages before
the end. That trick kills the realism of the story. That’s frustrating for the
reader. Of course when we see Poirot doing this or that in his investigation we
know he has something in his mind, but it is not shared at all with any one. So
it is acceptable for the reader. But here Strike shares it with Robin but not
with the reader. The author as the all-mighty conjurer could be and do better.
Dr Jacques COULARDEAU
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