**Updated Review**
Once Upon A Time.
I guess it had to happen sooner or later. I couldn't just keep on loving every book In this series without something getting on my tits now, could I? The universe simply doesn't work that way.
In a world where leftie politics seems to be getting injected into absolutely every sphere of our existence (attacking the pillars of law, religion, media and education has been a mainstay of Marxist ideology - whether it be via Leninism, Stalinism, Maoism, or the critical theory and 'Pedagogy of The Oppressed' being crystallized in the thoughts & writing of batshit weirdos like Hegel, Fanon, Foucault, Marcuse, Gramsci, Fromm and Freire). But it's especially disappointing to see the world of literature become so hideously polluted, if not entirely captured, by naked leftism. One only has to spend a little time browsing 'BookTube', 'BookTwitter' (and from what little has managed to work its way into my consciousness) from the hell-site responsible for 'BookTok,' to see rampant, blind adherence from those desperate to be seen and known as a good person, parroting left-leaning talking-points like the loyal party apparatchiks they are; blithely believing that doing so makes them the most righteous, moral arbiters on the planet (and forgetting that even liberals get the bullet).
Being someone who has loved to read (ever since my parents first taught me at the age of almost 3 years young, just how magical and rewarding it was to be able to decipher those squiggles on the page) it has long dismayed me to see just how much of the material now being published, feels like an assault on one's senses. Not via the aesthetics of beauty, monstrous cruelty, or the learning of difficult truths; but by dint of shoe-horning politics into every genre, regardless of how welcome or valid they are in relation to the plot. And it's almost always left-wing politics that I see being injected into what ought to be simple, escapist fiction. I know...I know...The whole point of critical theory - vis a vis critical pedagogy - is to use everything as a potentially "teachable moment" - where the teacher learns from the child....yes, really! - when it comes to leftist indoctrination; but I'm a 43 year old woman, looking to get some amusing downtime, with a nice bit of murder, violence and a cleverly constructed whodunit pulling eveything together. If I wanted to hear about how oppressed women are, I'd go join an Islamic sewing-circle.
There's just something incredibly off-putting when in #CurrentYear I have to see the kind of lame feminist talking points that a teenage 'YouTuber' could've destroyed back during 'GamerGate', being clumsily inserted into a bit of serial killer fiction. (I mean, if Alex Smith wants to wax lyrical about "muh feminist talking points" then I can make an even more annoyingly pedantic case about how his entire 'DCI Robert Kett' series is nothing more than misogynistic torture porn that views women as objects through the make gaze, with his heroic male characters being the embodiment of toxic masculinity - on top of being incredibly tone-deaf when it comes to race, with Kett's nuclear family being entirely white, and ethnic minorities only ever getting to play smaller, less-important roles. (And won't somebody please think of the gays?!) But I won't because a/ that's all intersectional BS and b/ I'm not a massive twat. I don't actually care about that crap.
Yet for some reason there were two stand-out moments in this book that pulled me right out of the immersion I'd been happily lost in, to try and make said annoying feminist talking points. Up until this book I've been able to overlook how Savage seems a bit OP because her biggest physical wins have been against other women, and while she's still quite handy with a baton or some basic control & restraint stuff, most of the time she either needs assistance from a male colleague, or to be practically rescued by one of them. I've even ignored the large number of women in other roles because if they aren't in the field apprehending perps, then whatever. The way that all-women shortlists and demands for 50/50 men & women to be represented in government roles are now commonplace in #CurrentYear, it almost makes sense. (I mean not in the real world. In reality that shit is retarded, but they are a real thing, so seeing that in a book, isn't altogether jarring.)
But when you have dialogue that tries to make out that the killer must be male due to all the manipulation and calculation, because women would never...they're like so, totally direct and would just get the job done...I'm like:
"WTF? Have you ever met an actual woman?"
Bitches be sneaky AF, bro! Women harbour grudges for decades. Plotting, scheming, backstabbing, being two-faced? All very feminine ways of trying to get one over on someone else. Most women are not direct, to the point where guys often can't tell if 2 women hate each other because the ways women communicate that hatred are cloaked in surface-level pleasantries that men for the most part, cannot detect. You think women are really direct buddy? Bless your heart!
(Never mind the fact that this dumb remark was made by a female forensic examiner, who ought to have just realised that the main reason these particular murders were obviously the work of a man - aside from the fact that most serial killers are male, duh! - is because the methods of execution required a lot of physical strength and a shed-load of knowledge around metal-work, wood-work and construction. Grrr!)
Then a handful of chapters later we get some miserable statement about how reading fairy tales to young girls is wrong, because then they'll grow up thinking that they'll find a man who treats them like a princess; and that's wrong because most men don't behave like princes, they're mostly all trolls!
Like...really? Is this the author's self-own here or something? Because I can assure you that this world is full of amazing men.
My family is full of amazing men.
My other half is an amazing man.
And I have so many wonderful male friends, have worked for fantastic male bosses, and had some awesome male co-workers. I'm sick of hearing whinging feminist harridans and their simpering male-feminist hangers-on, try to belittle half of the fricking population because biology is a real thing and they hate the fact that men are stronger, faster and have greater spatial awareness. Quit bitching about "men" because you were cheated on by an ex boyfriend, you suck at parallel parking, and you have to sit down to take a piss, Karen!
Seriously. I was not expecting to be lectured with this basic-bitch, 'Teen-Vogue' level of feminist BS when I started this book. I was actually really excited to be getting into book 8 of the 'DCI Robert Kett' series, especially when at the end of the previous instalment, we learned about the 'Extreme Crime Task Force' that had just been assembled. And the story was pretty bloody good. I enjoyed the way it played out, the red-herrings and misdirection, the idea to have the killer use fairy tales a way to both present his victims and explain how each of them had done something to warrant being on his list. I guess I probably know a little too much about the old school (not Disney) fairy tales, because that - along with my penchant for cryptic crosswords (like I mentioned earlier, Porter isn't the only one who enjoys solving them with his spouse) - made it pretty clear to me who the perp was, pretty early on. I didn't figure out the exact motive (and at one point did wonder if he had a certain person as an accomplice, which didn't bear out) but I not only realised who he was, but could also deduce where the final girl was being held.
None of the extraneous things took too much away from my enjoyment of the story, I just felt as though the man-hating/women-are-just-so-muchbetter (barf) comments mentioned above, really left a bitter taste in my mouth. It soured my respect for the author who up until now had been doing a brilliant job of writing fast-paced, action-packed, gripping thrillers with great characters and a nice bit of history & folklore thrown in there to keep things interesting. All he had to do was lay off the feminist clap-trap and everything would be golden. But for some reason he felt he had to get a bit soap-boxy in this book, so now I can't just imagine relaxing into another title without the threat of leftist wankery awaiting me on the pages.
Will I still read the rest of this series? Yes. As long as we don't see an incremental increase of "tossing" feminism, creeping in to subsequent titles. It is a shame, because I was really enjoying the vibe of this book. It felt like it had been constructed in a kind of Val McDermid 'Wire In The Blood' sort of fashion. I might have even given it a full 5 star rating too, had I not been pulled out of Kett's universe and into the intellectually moribund equivalent of a Nikki Haley campaign speech: totally lacking in factual accuracy, crow-barred in with no one having wanted to hear it, and about as impactful as her saying that if you want a job doing, ask a woman.
As a result of this I am awarding this book an honest 4 stars, but that's in spite of - not because of - Alex Smith's brief Anita Sarkeesian outburst. Let's hope book 9 doesn't start quoting from Simone de Beauvoir or I might just be the one who ends up going on a murderous rampage.
Onward!
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