Private detective Cormoran Strike is back on the case, when Owen Quine – eccentric author – goes missing. His wandering off isn’t uncommon, but after a few days his wife gets antsy and wants to find him and have him back home.
The Silkworm follows the eccentricities of Quine and the wider ties of people within the publishing industry, from aspiring authors (with dodgy erotica at their fingertips) to the company heads who have real clout in what gets published. The manuscript for his final novel has leaked around those in the know and have ruffled a lot of feathers, leaving countless people open to accusation.
And, sure, most people will be reading this because it’s J.K. Rowling’s pseudonym, but even her wizarding glories past doesn’t make any future books good (I’m looking at you, The Casual Vacancy).
But, as with The Cuckoo’s Calling, this book was really good. I was hooked in the first, and the lure of an author at the core and a poke around literary circles proved far more interesting this time around. As a stand alone mystery, it’s a head scratcher, but as the second in a series it gives the reader to see more of Cormoran and his life, family and past. More importantly, it gives real flesh to Robin, with numerous off slants of the plot focussing on her alone.
This one was far more intriguing than that of Lula, and it was a good, fun read. Is it a series with characters you’ll grow to love like those of her past? No, not in the slightest. At times the plot was overwhelming with its twists and turns, too quick to form a solution in your own head, let alone have it dashed a few pages later. Having said that, it was still enjoyable.
Pub: 19th Jun 2014 | Little Brown