“I have no Bombyx idea where this is going.”
(Before proceeding let’s open a case. How many misspelling of our hero “Corman” can you find in this review?)
Cormoran Strike (the Afghanistan War wounded doctor [no, he is NOT Watson] have been in headlines ever since he solved the Lula Landry murder and is doing pretty well for himself, except: his knee is getting worse, he have a secretary he can barely afford, he still lives in a shitty apartment, he have a couch which literally makes fart noises when someone sits on it, and he is still trying to get over his ex girlfriend; he is doing pretty well I suppose.
“On the surface it looks like a deliberate act of revenge and malice”
On an autumn day when Cormoran is almost tired of taking cases which literally involve creeping up on husbands whose wives think they are cheating on them, comes another wife who wants Cormran to creep on her husband and thinks he is cheating on her. Way to go!!! What strikes Cormoran interesting in this case is, the husband is missing and his wife have crazy theories (too crazy to state here: for safety purposes of course) which involves his husband who is a writer (better than me, worse than Rowling herself) suddenly just taking off and not returning home in over a week or two, or three, depends on what kind of ‘missing’ we are talking about. And who has written a book called Bombyx Mori, which involves some controversial stuff which will, destroy some lives in a very peculiar way. But it all changes when Owen Quine (faithful husband and a writer) turns up dead, but his death is not something that you see on daily soap or CSI but rather something you see in a horror movie (probably Saw), it is that grotesque. And in midst of it all, Cormoran have to find a way to catch the killer and deal with his personal arrogance and emotions and most importantly, survive the winter (winter is coming).
“This is not the story of who dunnit but rather why it was done. This is getting stretched a little. I won’t stop reading though, I like Bombyx Mori.”
What unfolds is an investigation as real as the blog you are reading and as suspenseful as estimating your ‘Amazon delivery’, trying to find out who done it. But the question here seemed to be not ‘who’ had done it but rather ‘why’ had they done it it requires a justification for the murder that took place and the reason behind the murder, and it can not be an obvious reason because no one rips a person apart (I am using simile to describe what took place, he was not actually ripped apart) because he slept with another girl or because he went into isolation.
“What murderer, hell-hound, devil can this be?”
In with Cormoran Strike on this case are wide variety of supporting characters which can either make you feel like they should be the ones doing the detective work or they shouldn’t even be here and Cormoran definitely didn’t need a brother or a sister or a uncle or whatever contacts that he have. Of course they maybe play an important part in plot progression but it could have progressed without their help; due to the risky nature of Cormoran. In middle of all of this is a beautiful secretary of Coromon named Robin (NO!! They are not Batman and Robin) who have issues of her own to deal with while managing to be a crucial part of both the case and Strike.
Closing The Case:
However much I did not like The Cuckoo’s Calling, my feelings for The Silkworm were complete opposite. While maintaining an equilibrium between character development and story progression; JK Rowling succeeds in showing London in its most beautiful time (probably) while dividing equal attention between all the characters and even giving them a brief (sometimes long) room for themselves, no matter where this story went, it always came back to its characters and also for showing the insight of a writer’s dilemma.
My biggest concern before going into this story was, how she would manage to give an insight into a writer’s life without being overly descriptive and staying as close to the story as possible without inserting forced situations. For the most part, my concerns were answered by a gripping and twisted story, that gets more convoluted by each page. I however, do feel that the book could have been shorter a good fifty pages, there were some situations which I felt were forced and sometime Rowling was being overly descriptive and too much of interviewing was starting to get a little tedious in the middle because of Rowling trying to explain too much while making you feel invested in the story. But when I got past that, the story was highly entertaining and even though I did not got a properly justified reason (for me at least) as to why it was done this way but in the end, I was satisfied and as it was the case with The Cuckoo’s Calling, the answer was obvious, it is always obvious.
Sometimes, juxtaposing and balancing a story between personal and professional point of view can be hard to achieve, especially when a mystery grows by each page and you eventually have to give an answer while maintaining your sanity. Silkworm is about that balance, and it perfectly implements it without becoming tedious or repetitious.
“Doesn’t anyone ever call you that?” “Call me what?” “Lightning Strike?”