Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Get down into the Brexit lower classes of northern England
ROBERT GALBRAITH – CAREER OF EVIL – 2015
This third novel is becoming an
addiction to J.K. Rowling, under her alias Robert Galbraith. Cormoran Strike is
becoming a haunting ghost to her, like some ghost of some opera. And then he is
becoming so slow on his prosthetic leg that the novel that is supposed to be a
thriller becomes anything but a thriller because there is no thrill in the social
exploration the author gets involved in, and deep social exploration it is and
you will get some stomach ache if you do not take some soothing drug to prevent
an ulcer.
The very first social element you
will encounter is of pedophilia, and there, J.K Rowling is as heavy as a sledge
hammer on a pigeon egg. We all know pedophilia is a crime against childhood,
against humanity, against certainly not nature but definitely the mental cosmos
and the spiritual universe. Nature is cruel and all that we call barbarity,
barbarousness in this human world is nothing but natural violence and
inhumanity rejected by humanity in its recent history. It is of course by definition
inhumane since it is natural and man is in no way natural. Man is a man-made or
even man-warped and man-distorted species. But instead of nicely taking this
historical approach, the author is just using that pedophilia to shock the
reader, to attach him or her to the pages, to make her novel ethical and
perverse at the same time, ethical since it rejects pedophilia and perverse
since it encourages the reader’s voyeurism.
But there is something a lot more
perverse in this pedophilia.
It exclusively concerns one character
who is not even the killer, and this character only attacks girls when we know
or we are in the process of discovering that pedophilia is not in any way concerning
only girls but in a proportion we do not even know since we do not study
something that is hardly reported, boys and what’s more we should take into
account the pedophilia of women who play with boys at an ever earlier age but
the boys – or is it society – consider it is normal that a woman initiates them
to sex at the earliest possible age. And Of course we could also consider
homosexual pedophilia for boys, but also for girls. But the author reduces her
discourse to an older man and little girls. That’s simply easy but I do not
accept the idea that girls are special victims and that this pedophilia which
is rape is only to be mentioned for girls as if the pedophiliac virginity of
girls had to be specially considered and concerned. You will thus discover in
this novel there are NO, ABSOLUTELY NO underage boys except the recollection of
Cormoran himself about his childhood with a mother who was altogether nothing
but a dissolute woman and with a stepfather that was absolutely horrific and is
one suspect in the novel. But we have here only the hatred of Cormoran for this
stepfather who manhandled him, at times brutalized him but never sexually. Apart
from this Cormoran boy whose history justifies his hatred for his stepfather
and his decision to consider him as one of the three suspects as a vengeful
decision, totally unjustified by the way, apart from him there is NO OTHER boy.
Not even Matthew, the future husband or eternal fiancé of Robin, the eternal
secretary cum associate cum partner maybe eventually of our Cormoran. Not even
the three suspects who strangely enough did not have any really seriously described
childhood.
Then the second social problem
that is examined through and through is the vision the financial upper middle
class in London develops about society reduced to themselves: social climbing,
here monetary climbing, social self-exclusion by locking themselves in a narrow
range of restaurants, activities, family events, social entertainments and
achievements like marriage, birthdays, vacations, sorry holidays, etc. They are
sad and pitiful, but that is not even the main object of the thriller we are
supposed to be reading and there is definitely a lot too much detail, over and
over again. And frankly we are not interested in £500 shoes.
Then we go down into the dregs of
the small little lower classes, those who have side jobs, particularly women,
like strippers and barmaids. When we are looking at men in this social
environment we are dealing with small little tiny criminals who are committing
petty crimes everyday like stealing cell phones and mugging old ladies. There
are factories here and there but always on the other side of this social road.
This makes this exploration so ONE-sided that it becomes like exotic if not
circumstantially negligible, just like some kind of setting for the story that
goes on and on without any end, losing itself in the meanders of this social
exploration.
Then of course you will only know
the truth in the very last ten pages. But you are and I guess you should be
bothered by the pattern of three suspects. This trinity, this triad, this
triplet is a mental form that works very well with a post-Christian reader. I
was hoping a fourth one, a fourth solution to get out of this mental
unspiritual alienation of seeing things through the eyes of a devilish tritone that
sounds unbalanced, false, artificial, awkward, but the promise of a fourth
element in the last twenty pages or so is betrayed and turned into some
ridiculous assumption. Reader! Reader! How dumb you are! Robert Galbraith is a
fully developed post-Christian addict and cannot get out of his triple broken vinyl
records. And do not believe it is the only triplet in the novel. The novel is a
complete and absolute network, or plainly fishing net, of triple triolet-ic
triads. Robin and her two parents. Robin and her lover and her boss. Cormoran
and his lover and his secretary. Cormoran and his present lover and his
previous partner he has to divorce. Matthew and his two parents. Cormoran,
Robin and of course the third sidekicks Shanker. Cormoran and his two competing
Scotland Yard detectives, Wardle and Carver, and when Wardle is out because of family
bereavement, and Carver is out because of his narrow-minded incompetence, then
two more are brought into the picture, a younger one and an older one to deal
with the scandalous and infamous Cormoran.
So what’s left after this enormous
hefty and heavy social exploration of so many things, and yet systematically
reduced to some limited elements instead of taking the whole picture, and yet
what’s more cast in the mold of a ternary routine, absolute colorless form that
comes from so far away that it becomes humdrum and so unnatural. The various amaryllises
I have in front of my window are all coming from the same original bulb and yet
one bloomed a triple flower, and another one is blooming a fourfold flower
right now. But do not think you will read that thriller in one trip to
Edinburgh, maybe if you start in Madrid, but not if you start from London. Or
if you do you will have skipped many pages to only capture the thrilling story
and neglect all the social exploration episodes, which is fast reading for sure
but bad reading at the same time.
Have a good trip to northern England
and the industrial dregs of society that voted for Brexit and will be the first
victims of it with inflation. But of course the fact that student loans will
see their interest rates jump from just over four percent to just over six
percent in September 2017 will not make these Brexit supporters cry since they
are working class and their children do not go to college or university. They
go to unqualified or low qualified industrial jobs, as long as the robots haven’t
taken these jobs over and that will happen within five years. Then they will
invent ROBOTEXIT to protect their slavery because a well fed slave is happy and
does not require any real change, rather they request sticking back to the old
order. And that’s the flavor you will get out of this novel. Back to basics,
even if basics are déjà vu.
Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU
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