Definitely not my favorite of the Inspector Troy series. Too many people murdered, too many dismembered bodies, too graphic in describing what happened to the 2 young men before they were killed. Sex and morality/amorality are the main ‘themes’, for lack of a better word. Sex pervades the book, and just because Masha raises the issue of morality near the end doesn’t make the constant sex any more palatable.
jThe character of Troy seems emotionally stunted; he is passively open to sex if it’s on offer, but not interested in pursuing anyone special. Maybe he thinks women are just there for sex, but that objectifies them.
Masha tells Troy that his former girlfriends have told her that he is up for sex if the woman initiates, but he’s not interested in pursuing anyone. I’d love to know what a shrink would say about his character. He can initiate a lengthy conversation with brother Rod, and talk with his sisters if they initiate a conversation.
The incest scene was a shocker. Yes, they both regretted it later, but once that line has been crossed, things have to be different. Masha points out later that even then Troy was passive, just taking what was offered, let Masha take control and steer the course. To go along with sex with his SISTER was seriously messed up. Amoral. With brain and heart disengaged, animal nature just took over.
The issue of Morality often comes up in Laeton’s novels. Angus speaks about character and integrity (with Troy), but we don’t get to hear Troy’s response. Troy has clearly stated that he doesn’t “do” guilt; he feels no remorse about anything, not even blowing away the second Ryan brother. Masha asks Troy if he feels bad at all; Jack goes further and condemns him for that and for using Mott Kettle as bait. I think he did feel remorse over killing Diana, one of the women he claimed to love. He says in earlier books that he “only loved 4 people in his life”: his father Alexei, Rod, Tosca, and Diana Brack. I find it hard to accept that he truly loved Diana; I think he confused love with sex.
He forges friendships with men, mainly Rod and his father, never with his mother. He says several times in various books that he has only ever loved those 4 people. He married Tosca, yet he avoided her when she started feeling unhappy and bored at Mimram House. She finally left and he didn’t try to stop her. They didn’t stay in touch. When he asked her for a divorce later (to marry Shirley Foxx, half his age), she said no. Troy and Tosca did care about each other; Troy seemed genuinely distraught when he thought she had been killed in her Orange Street flat. She was there for him in Berlin; he for her in Amsterdam. He flew there to rescue her from KGB thugs, took her to Vienna to marry her so she could get a British passport. He stayed with her when she was too bruised and embarrassed to leave the hotel room. At Mimram House, he is careful with her feelings, but ge sort of pussyfoots around which is sort of passive. He doesn’t engage her in conversation to find out what she wants or needs. It’s clear that she’s bored and misses challenging, meaningful work, but ultimately only she can determine what she needs. I remember her telling him her life story in another book, but he doesn’t reciprocate. Maybe because she right there, living with his family, seeing them daily for 3 months. No one goes out of their way to make her feel welcome except maybe Rod’s wife Cid. His sisters are horrible to her, and we aren’t told how his mother treats her (or I forgot). Troy did tell her once that he loved her, which is a huge deal for him. But does he even know what real love looks like?
I hope he eventually reconnects with Tosca, because he has more in common with her than any other woman: the Russian heritage and language, for starters. Her American side seems a bit foreign to him at times, but she is refreshing and gutsy and makes him laugh. (Her Mae West line—in Russian—when she first met his family was classic.) They’re both on the short side, so even at 5’8”, Troy towers over 5’ Tosca. I hope Troy comes to his senses and gets back together with Tosca.
There is much more to this book than his love life, however. The character of Ted Steele is fascinating, and I appreciated the way Lawton wove in the politics in both the UK and the US.
Lawton has a way of pointing out the choices his characters make, never judging them. The two scariest people here used to be innocent children only 12 years ago. Lawton shows that there is a reason they turned out that way. The consequences are dire when children grow up without the basic necessities, without love, support, and guidance by caring, responsible adults. The picture he paints of post-war England is grim; the effect of the war on Britons was devastating and long-lasting. It changed the country forever. Children who grew up during the war years may have suffered the most, because all their families were ripped apart, dreams dashed; crime rose when people couldn’t find work. Rationing continued for years after the war was over. Hunger made people desperate, no parents, no guidance or love resulted in a new generation that didn’t care about anyone because no one cared about them. With suffering the norm, people became harder, society more dog-eat-dog, every man for himself.