A lot of reviews of this book make us believe that the interesting angle for this crime novel is the fact that it is set in Saudi Arabia, written by a quasi-local and, hence, that the novel offers us an insight into a world we know very little about. Unfortunately, this book fails to do so in quite a disappointing fashion.
In my view City of Veils does very little to shed more light on an intriguing culture and instead re-hashes preconceived, rather superficial notions of the culture of Saudi Arabia. After I finished this book, I was intrigued as to how superficial and incoherent the cultural aspect of the story was and I must say I felt less surprised to find that the author had actually lived in Jeddah for only 9 months. She divorced her Saudi husband 'shortly after'. In itself not a token for cultural understanding and harmony. Nor does the author seem to speak Arabic - undoubtedly, a prerequisite to genuine cultural understanding as well as an indication for deep-rooted interest in a specific culture.
It may appear cynical to think so, but I cannot rid myself from the feeling that the 'Saudi' angle was a good way for the author to get a very average imagination and literary craftsmanship into book stores. The book certainly does not suggest any genuine interest in this society. The sales pitch, though, is easy enough to see. There was indeed a place for crime novels set in the Middle East. Too bad though, it was not written by a local.
In Zoe Ferraris' portrayal of Saudi culture we learn that women are oppressed, that they have to wear burqas, that women have to walk behind men, that there are separate sitting rooms for women and men, that men cannot be alone with women, especially unmarried women, that people eat Shawarma and seemingly nothing else in Saudi Arabia, that there is a strict religious police and capital punishment, ...but in terms of objective insights into the social make-up of the country this is pretty much it. The sort of 'cultural insight' I suspect some commentators ravish about must be, for instance, the fact that walking with a burqa can be difficult because you can't actually see through these things properly. An insider's perspectives I was indeed not aware of. The pun is intentional and the quality of the humour at par with the usefulness of what we learn. There just isn't much.
Other areas the author touches upon and that would indeed be of immense interest if portrayed with true insight are women at work and their professional relationships to men, and to a lesser extent women in their private lives, be it as sisters, mothers, wives or daughters as opposed to the public image of women.
The former figures quite prominently and yet the descriptions are so vastly inconsistent and contradictory at times that one is left perplexed with utter disbelief and distrust of the author's true insights, cultural understanding of the place and hence the relevance and value of her views. On the one hand Ms Ferraris portrays professional life so restrictive for women, so utterly male dominated and pious that there are constant issues about who is in a room with whom, people 'blushing' all the time, looking awkwardly into empty places to avoid eye contact, restrictions due to dress codes etc..and on the other hand we hear the same central, female and professionally ultra junior character make career-defining, self-promoting pitches to her superiors worthy of any up-and-coming, ambitious NY criminal investigator, we see the character take a pro-active role in her very first interview of a suspect, and another week on during an interrogation in presence of her boss say things like "your problem is that you can't get a woman....You think women should be your sex slaves. That's what (so and so) was to you, A pretty face. A cute, tight .... Someone you thought you could ... if you felt like it". The language is utterly rude and I leave it out purposefully. Words you would expect from a police woman in the The Wire and deepest Baltimore, but in Jeddah? It's possible, the reader does not know but it clashes harshly with all the ultra-sensitive, pious descriptions of society and individual characters. Or do we have to imagine Jeddah and the (female) work place ultimately as a meritocratic place where a woman defines her destiny after all, where her courage and aptitude triumphs over religious conventions and pre-defined gender roles? The story gives incoherent and hence misleading clues. When in doubt, the integrity with which she portrays the local culture and, indeed, characters always seems to take a backseat to the need to develop the story line.
The repetitiveness with which the author employs the ever recurring few cultural observations of Saudi culture is a final clue as to how razor thin her insights into Saudi culture truly are.
As far as women and their roles in families go, most of what we hear are atrocities that seem to confirm deep-seated fears and ressentiments of the average and above all clueless reader regarding Saudi Arabia. We hear about women who are killed for taking contraceptive pills, maids seem to be killed so frequently that indeed it lends itself as a ploy to disguise a 'regular' murder as such or we hear about a short woman who is confined to her room and abused by her brother as a "freak" and a sight he wants to avoid at all costs. The ignorant reader sees all of his or her prejudices around Saudi gender issues fully confirmed.
There really is no point in reading this book if your motive is to find out a bit more about Saudi culture.
Pressed upon this extremely poor depiction of, let's call it, 'day-to-day Wahhabism' is a story line for a crime novel that follows the same architecture as most modern crime novels. The short chapters, a restricted number of characters, interlaced story-lines, short sentences, etc...all this makes for an easy read and the author achieves a degree of suspense by following this successful recipe closely. But her lack of imagination is reflected in a closer analysis of the 'crime'. It is difficult to go into detail without giving away too much and spoiling it for others. One thing worth keeping an eye out for, though, is the element of coincidence. The more 'coincidence' you find in both a criminal ploy and the chain of events leading to solving of the crime, the less convinced I am generally about the author's imagination.
The Guardian's Laura Wilson referred to this book as a '...knowledgeable and sensitive depiction of a place where religion, used as a blunt instrument, has given rise to a stultifying, paranoid and sex-obsessed society.' Dwell on these words and what they say about Saudi Arabia's culture. As I said, the author lived in Jeddah for 9 months !