Awash in pervasive sexism and brimming with nascent feminism, The Bait nevertheless manages to capture a vitality and honesty missing in a lot of modern crime fiction. A lot of it can be hard to read, originating primarily from Reardon's wildly inappropriate behavior with his subordinate, but also from the creative depiction of a rape and murder from the viewpoint of the aggressor and other sundry little elements scattered throughout.
The book only includes two scenes of violence and both are over quickly and without many gory details. The second scene of violence is in fact even more dreamlike than the first. Both scenes are constructed deliberately and neither includes many details or a clear sequence of concrete events, instead focusing on the mindset of the villain in the first and the protagonist in the second. Delusions, fear, and trauma suffuse both scenes in a way that is not gratuitous, but which can feel decidedly disappointing for those in need of details and structure in order to truly understand a scene. Both scenes are clarified in subsequent chapters, but there is a little part in the back of my brain that was disappointed at the rear-view the climax required to fully conceptualize.
It only really suffers today due to the nagging feeling that Christie Opara herself is unable to extricate herself from the institutional sexism that surrounds her, and in fact participates in it and perpetuates it almost eagerly at times, embracing her subordinate and protected status. But it also feels like a lived experience, if perhaps an exaggerated one.
Solidly a product of its time and its author, the Bait is nevertheless a clear milestone. It may not have been the first novel to feature a female detective, but it is an obviously important marker in crime fiction given its popularity and the wide reach of its adaptations.
If I wasn't afraid of where the relationship with Reardon is clearly going, I'd eagerly jump on the other books in the series because Christie herself is a complex and intriguing character.