Like The Eyes of the Dragon, The Cuckoo’s Calling was another “Let’s see what the fuss is all about” read, having found it in a charity shop at 3 for £1 and already having two other books.
Unlike The Eyes of the Dragon, I enjoyed The Cuckoo’s Calling, and I will collect the other Robert Galbraith books. I might even give The Casual Vacancy a go while I’m at it.
The Cuckoo’s Calling is about the death, the apparent suicide, of a young, rising model, Lula Landry. Her adoptive brother John doesn’t think it was a suicide, and, three months after the police closed the case, hires Cormoran Strike, ex-Special Investigative Branch (SIB) private detective, who once knew his brother Charlie.
One thing which I particularly like about this crime-novel is that it isn’t a police procedural. It’s a detective novel. Much more like the Golden Age mysteries, with the apparent impossibility of murder and the lack of police-technicalities.
I might be biased, being of the Harry Potter generation, but JK Rowling is a damn fine story-teller. I read this novel in almost one sitting, and I greatly disliked the interruptions which there were.