South African crime novelist Deon Meyer shows no signs of slowing down; he is still at the top of his game. His latest, ICARUS, is another in the Benny Griessel series, and it may be his best, most sophisticated ever of his page-turning murder thrillers. Meyer’s characters continue to evolve with complexity, versus typical series, where the returning characters tend to become stale and stilted. His plot is as smart and sizzling as ever, the structure nimble and bifurcated, and his pace impeccable. Not only is the storytelling first class, but the South African landscape also comes vividly alive. Moreover, there are cerebral but provocative dimensions that earn ICARUS a spot in the thinking person’s crime novel.
The dead body of Ernst Richter, a wealthy entrepreneur, is found in the Blouberg dunes on December 17th. Richter was Managing Director of a website called Alibi, that uses the latest in technology to create alibis for mate cheaters. If you need an alibi for a weekend getaway or night of passion, Alibi will provide cover, devising bills, receipts, airline tickets, texts, or whatever else is relevant. “All Pleasure. No Stress” is their motto. There’s also a parallel storyline involving viniculture and a deeply troubled family. As the chapters alternate between the search for the perpetrator, and the curious confession of a winemaker, the suspense ratchets up with a commanding and compelling deliverance. Prepare for an edge of your seat thriller that doesn’t let up until the very last page.
Veteran Meyer readers are familiar with the Hawks team, South Africa’s Priority Crimes Investigative unit, an elite team of the best detectives. In the opening, lead detective Benny Griessel’s two-year sobriety is undone by tragedy--when a colleague kills his family and then himself. Vaughn Cupido then takes the helm as lead investigator of Richter’s murder, while he tries to cover for Benny’s bad behavior. Benny has reached a new bottom, one that could potentially ruin him permanently. Add to that a POI that is truly a person of romantic interest for Vaughn, one that puts the cupid in Cupido.
The first line of the book crackles, stating how “heaven and earth conspired to expose Ernst Richter’s corpse, the universe seemingly intent on reaching out a helping hand for justice.” The next few passages describe the storm that moulded the dunes “like a blind sculptor” and eroded the sand away around the dead body’s feet. The passages have an almost mythical thrum to them, with the forces of flood and climate playing a role in revealing the body. Interestingly, the myth of Icarus refers to the son of Daedalus, who flew too close to the sun on wings of feathers and wax. When the sun melted his wings, Icarus plunged into the sea.
The drama is also balanced with levity, which the author has always handled with poised impudence. Major Mbali Kaleni is back, the food-obsessed and take-no-prisoners boss who is now on a cauliflower diet. The redolence that follows her throughout the novel is priceless. Her character is nuanced, sympathetic, strong, and quirky, leaving room for comic relief:
“…an argument with Mbali was like a Sumo wrestling match – you could never get a decent grip, and afterwards, it left you all sweaty and unsatisfied.”
Meyer certainly has his finger on the pulse of high tech wizardry, but he blends it in so well that even a technophobe wouldn’t get bored. The information on hacking and the back doors of software buzzes with intrigue and espionage, as the threat of a leak of high profile celebrity and government names using Alibi is imminent. The floundering, remaining personnel of Alibi must cooperate with the Hawks in order for the crime to be solved and collateral damage kept to a minimum. And, the winemaker’s story builds momentously with the Richter investigation, so that I was unable to tear myself away as the denouement drew closer.
Kudos to Meyer’s map of pertinent landmarks on the inside covers, and I always enjoy the inclusion of Afrikaans lexicon. For example, fyndraai is a special visit, lekker is luscious, and fokkit is, well…
And round of applause to K.L. Seegers for a pace-perfect, dynamite translation.
“The heart of the matter is, I can’t be Vaughn the Terrible, if you aren’t Benny the Sober. It’s like that line in the movies – you complete me.” Benny snorts, “And now you’re going to kiss me.”