Well, what can I say? The biggest surprise of the year so far for me. Originally published under the title of La Mala Dona in Catalan, this is a tightly plotted literary murder mystery with a jaded detective, a compelling serial killer, and a narrator to leave Zusak quaking in his boots. Incorporating the detective elements of Conan Doyle, mixed with the macabre darkness of Poe, this is one novel I implore all to read.
Barcelona, 1911, and the city is in a state of fear and poverty. Despite the churches on every corner there is a monster lurking, stealing children in the night and draining their bodies of blood. The 'Vampire of Barcelona' is very much real, and author Marc Pastor uses his extensive years as a Crime Scene Investigator, coupled with an uncanny knack for period detail and atmosphere, to provide a fictional tale of one of Spain's most illustrious Serial Killers: Enriqueta Martí. Inspector Moisés Corvo is truly compelling, although completely fictional. He drinks, he smokes, he hires prostitutes, oh, and he is married. While some say this level of Detective character has become somewhat cliched in recent years, with the hardboiled genre being well and truly trodden, Pastor makes him believable, given his surroundings.
The plot opens with the narrator making himself known. 'Now I'm the voice inside your skull.' This opening line really does sum up where the novel takes us, and this is a great device used to full effect. Death is present at all moments of this novel, and he speaks with an eerie sense of all-knowing dread, and speaks of events to come, gives us insight where the present characters have none. Death even has the ability to possess living woulds, and so can interact with other characters, who, we feel, sometimes sense that there is really nothing alive behind the eyes.
The novel is strongest when we are treated to Martí going about her killings, along with her young vagrant pauper assistant, the brilliantly named Blackmouth, who is just as vile and horrid as Martí, but we sympathise with him, because he is a boy who looks up to this woman, and feels safe around her, in a a city which shows no mercy to anyone.
Barcelona itself is beautifully realised, and you can tell that Pastor adores the city, with lovingly crafted descriptions of the squalid streets, the decrepit inhabitants and the sinister events going on behind closed doors. One particularly harrowing scene, which almost caused me to spit out my coffee, involved Martí and Blackmouth attempting to buy a young child from a lady of the night, and when she is refused, and asked to leave, things take a sudden dark edge, an event which will leave even the most hardened horror reader to shudder.
I am really annoyed that this is the only novel of Pastor's to have been translated into english. My Catalan may not be great, but give me his manuscripts and I'll give translation a bloody good attempt.
I have the great pleasure of being able to meet Marc very soon, when I'll be able to find out more behind