Aftermath is the twelfth book in the long-running DCI Banks series, and was published in 2001. I thought I was catching up, but now see that book 26 was published last year, so it’s still going to take me a while! I strongly recommend skipping the author’s note at the beginning which features a major plot spoiler and ruins the key mystery element of the book.
This is also one of the darkest of the series: I’ve seen trying to avoid books about missing children, domestic violence, serial killers, and paedophilia, but this features all of these, (albeit in the past) so proceed with caution if you are triggered by any of those themes.
Alan Banks is struggling with both his workload as Acting Detective Superintendent, and with his personal life as he mourns the end of his marriage, and tries to maintain a relationship with feisty Annie Cabot. When a serial killer is seriously injured during a police raid, and the man’s wife denies all knowledge of the bodies of missing teenagers in the cellar, the team must determine whether she’s an innocent victim, or a willing accomplice. Meanwhile Annie is put in charge of investigating the young officer involved - was this justifiable self-defence or out of control police brutality?
This started dramatically, but then unfortunately the pace slowed right down, with most of the rest of the book consisting of Banks, Annie and Consulting Psychologist (and wannabe love interest) Jenny Fuller driving around Yorkshire and beyond interviewing people. I know this is what investigating entails, but having three protagonists to follow got rather boring. I still enjoy the dramatic scenery descriptions that are a key part of this series, but am less interested in every single pub the characters visit - and there are a lot!
While the books are obviously not as dated as the earliest ones - Banks has a cellphone now, and actually refrains from smoking in some places, but I can’t wait for them to get access to Google, which will save so much time. The casual sexism and female objectification had me gritting my teeth - Banks sizes up every woman - even victims’ family-members and witnesses, in terms of her sexual attractiveness. I don’t remember this being so blatant in the earlier books and hope he stops soon as I do want to continue the series.
Overall I respect that Robinson was trying to up the ante here with some shocking twists, but personally prefer the gentler plots of the earlier books where the murders had motives that made sense, rather than the twisted sexual depravity featured here. The ending was particularly bleak - I hope things improve for poor Alan before he burns out completely!