Writer’s Note: I now regret reviewing, and reading, this novel due to the author’s increasingly hateful transphobic remarks and beliefs. While I will not be removing this review for posterity, I will not review another work by J.K. Rowling, or any of her aliases. I will not be a part to spread her hateful rhetoric.
The private detective is a fixture in fiction. Stalking through dark rooms, smoking under lazily spinning ceiling fans, waiting for their next big case in a lonely office. Fiction glamorizes the detective and prefers to show us the down-of-luck, grizzled, white man who somehow attracts the most beautiful women in the city. There are tropes and stereotypes and familiar story beats in every tale of detective fiction, some of which have already been discussed in previous blog entries. Everybody loves a good mystery. The trick in writing a truly great detective story is balancing the glamor with the realism. We enjoy stylization for the purposes of entertainment but allowing the real world to bleed through into the fiction is engrossing. This blend of real and glamor is what makes the Cormoran Strike novels such a joy to read.