Murder Ring is the second novel in the Geraldine Steel series that I have read, and, like the first novel, it failed to impress me.
Leigh Russel receives wide acclaim as a writer of crime, but I find her characters, her plots, and the twists and turns in the novels to be contrived and amateurish.
Geraldine Steel is a shallow and not very believable character, who the author struggles to build up by using silly little sub-intrigues, like a colleague who she fancies, but who is killed, or a mother who abandoned her at birth. These little intrigues are poorly handled by the author, and do nothing, in my view, to enhance the main character.
Then there is Sam, the butch lesbian, thrown into the story, but contributing almost nothing to it, save for providing the political correctness for those readers who need it. Sam stumbles irritatingly through the story, making inane comments from time to time, but otherwise only serves to irritate. The author seems to have failed to find something for Sam to do in the plot, so she spends her time suggesting that the two of them should go out for a drink and a meal to talk. Whilst this is meant to add normality to the lives of the two women, it is contrived.
In a similar vein, the new DCI, Adam, seems to have been thrown in to the story to act the bumbling, incompetent foil to Geraldine’s solidity as a police officer and investigator. This is another attempt by the author to build up her poor main character, by showing how much better she is than her boss. It is amateurish and predictable.
The other characters in the story are equally poor. Lenny, the small-time crook and his unintelligent and shallow woman Gina, slot easily into their roles as the low-life elements, but the story of how they robbed and killed two men, is poor in the extreme, and makes poor reading.
Jack and Theo and Rosa too, are poor characters, and their roles are convoluted and messy. To have Jack saved from Adam’s intense drive to find someone guilty because he was found to have been fucking a colleague in the toilet at the time of the murder, is probably the best part of the story.
I can find very little to like about this novel. Much of the prose irritates too. Phrases like ‘it was not far in terms of distance,’ annoy me, and are more simply written as ‘it was not far.’ The definition of ‘far’ is ‘at or to a considerable distance.’
Leigh Russel has built a career for herself as a writer, and clearly appeals to many readers of this genre. I, however, am not one of them, and I will avoid reading her work in future.