Richard Jay conseguiu se livrar um pouco mais cedo do escritório naquela sexta-feira e foi buscar seu filho, Peter, na escola da pequena Portsun, uma pacata cidade localizada ao sul da Inglaterra. Quando tudo caminhava para mais um final de semana agradável de primavera junto à sua família, na casa em frente ao mar, um acontecimento brutal mudou para sempre a vida de todos. Doze anos se passaram e um novo crime volta a abalar as estruturas da pequena cidade. Aparentemente um assassinato com contornos simples e previsíveis, o caso ganha outras proporções quando novas evidências vêm à tona. Auxiliado por um policial recém-formado na prestigiada Escola de Polícia de Londres, a New Scotland Yard, o detetive Hilton embarcará em uma corrida contra ameaças sombrias e suspeitos furtivos para desvendar os mistérios que permeiam o crime.
I bought this book during a visit to São Paulo in 2019, in what feels like eons ago thanks to the pandemic, but was just nine months ago. It’s a police procedural, a genre I enjoy reading.
The most remarkable thing concerning Aprisionado à própria sombra is that the author is 26 years old and probably wrote his début novel around age 23. To get a book published at that age is an accomplishment. His biography states that he’s been a fan of thrillers and detective fiction since childhood.
The second most remarkable thing is that the plot of Aprisionado à própria sombra is reasonably good. It has suspense and plot twists. It takes place entirely in the United Kingdom, mainly in the fictional town of Portsun, England, located near Southampton. I know of best-selling books with less well crafted plots.
I suspect, however, that the author hasn’t visited the United Kingdom, or at least hasn’t lived there, because the dialogue is a weak point. The various police officials sound Brazilian, or at least not exactly English. For example, Detective Hilton keeps calling Officer Doer “my boy” or “young man” (garoto). The author means for Detective Hilton to treat Officer Doer patronizingly, but an Englishman would find another way to do it.
Detective Hilton also goes into implausible tirades with witnesses and suspects that no self-respecting investigator would launch. And he’s not exactly a stickler for investigative methods. When a suspect leaves a note under the door of Hilton’s residence threatening him if he doesn’t drop the case, what does he do? He doesn’t turn it over to the laboratory for fingerprint analysis. He tears it up and discards it in the trash.
So, the novel has flaws, but this is a good début.
Lamento não escrever esta resenha em português, mas é mais fácil para mim fazê-lo em inglês, e sem as demoras e os erros que aconteceriam se eu a escrevesse no idioma do autor.