Until now, I’d been ambivalent about reading McDermid’s novels. I am suspicious and picky when it comes to genre crime and police procedural books, as many tend to be gratuitous and boilerplate. My reason for choosing her this time had more to do with my recent trip to the Scotland Highlands and my wish to indulge in the setting again. However, I was pleasantly surprised with the author’s writing and story, as well as her well-articulated characters.
In fact, Karen Pirie struck a nerve—a woman on top of her game in the police business, but personally grieving for a monumental loss--her boyfriend’s death. And, although this is my first McDermid book, I can confidently report that an inaugural Mcdermid reader can delight in this well-paced, thoughtful novel. You won’t feel that you forfeited anything that interferes with the thorough thrill of the story.
The excitement essentially starts with a body in a peat bog, discovered when a couple was searching for a couple of Indian motorcycles that was buried by the woman’s grandfather during WWII. It’s fascinating that peat can preserve a body for decades—perhaps centuries, right down to the eyelashes. The found body (I won’t tell you how old the body was, although you learn early on) is one thread of many, as the story stitches together with plot and rotating time periods. The author admirably constructs a coherent story by stitching all these time periods together. And McDermid artfully includes a few subplots, which are seamlessly employed to add suspense, complexity, and deepen character.
Equally impressive was McDermid’s handling of setting; I felt like I was back in Scotland again. The way she described the urban and remote, rural areas of the Highlands was virtually poetic. I didn’t expect this in a police procedural, but she installed me visually in Edinburgh, allowing me to recall the streets, hills, waterways, and architecture. And in other parts of the Highlands, she placed us in some sparsely inhabited and rolling hills, forested land, estuaries, lochs, and Firths. It gave me chills to read what I had once seen.
The narrative pace is energetic yet unhurried, but I finished it in a few days as the story heated up. Not everything is tied up in a bow, either. A few strands may be followed up in the next book, perhaps twisted into a new vigorous plot. McDermid is obviously confident in her writing, and it shows in her ability to keep you guessing. Moreover, Karen Pirie's character has room to evolve. I felt her sense of mourning and loss, but also her strength and resolve to move forward and break from her interpersonal shell of grief. The story never gets stale or derivative. I look forward to her next book—it’s never too late to be a fan!