Blacklist by Sara Paretsky
Seven out of 10, but winner of the Crime Writers’ Association Gold Dagger
This is a complex, appreciated crime novel – placed on the 1,000 Novels Everyone Must Read list – and it has the merit of being complex, dealing with politics, and not just of the period immediately after the 9/11 attacks and the effects of the Patriot Act that restricted civil liberties, but also the time when the committee on Un-American Activities was destroying lives – hence the name Blacklist – and many other themes like racism, the privileges of the super-rich, even the war in Afghanistan…wherefrom we also get the main problem, that it gets to try too much, it becomes artificial, inflated, preposterous, puffed up and ultimately quite annoying for this reader, who thought that Blacklist really failed eventually.
V.I. Warshawski is the main character of this and quite a few other novels, a woman private detective about whom we get to learn everything – which is way too much, with details concerning the soups she eats the dogs she extenuates when running, the minor and finally infuriating aspects of her life make one wish the book was less than half, maybe a quarter of the size and we would still not lose anything, expect perhaps the kind of soda she had near this place, the wrapper she has thrown at the other.
Early on we see the heroine take an assignment from a regular and important customer, Darraugh Graham, who keeps her on a retainer of $ 1,000 per month, whose mother has seen light in the house which is next to the retiring home where she lives now and which had been part of her family’s property…when the private detective travels to the sight, she stumbles upon a perpetrator, an adolescent grill, Catherine Bayard, that we would learn comes from another rich family in this neighborhood of Chicago owned by the wealthy.
When she falls into the unkempt pond near the mansion, the protagonist finds a body that she tries to resuscitate with CPR but to no avail and then she finds it was an African American, Marcus Whitby, a man that the local police assumes had committed suicide, after getting drunk…only this is just one of the takes on the covert or open racism that is present in a quite recent book – indeed, published in 2003 and amazingly awarded the Crime Writers’ Association Gold Dagger…either they do not know what they are doing, which is evidently absurd, or I am totally devoid of taste and sense, at least in the matter of the Blacklist, which is surely the case…
The sister of the dead man hires Warshawski to investigate the death of the journalist, which is considered a suicide by the authorities, but after a convoluted, complicated inquiry, the detective and the readers start finding that this was quite possibly a murder, with one possible witness, a boy that is wanted by the FBI, Benjamin Sadawi, who had washed dishes at the school of the rich, where he is met by Catherine Bayard, a rebellious, ardent girl that wants to save the suspect, who is suspect just because as a Muslim he had attended a mosque where some extreme propaganda had been aired, and this is just one year after the terrorist attacks in America in 2001, and thus she takes him to the property near Anodyne Park, where Geraldine Graham resides and sees the lights in the middle of the night.
There is mystery surrounding the death of the journalist, for is it seems absurd for him to decide to commit suicide by drinking and then instead of choosing the big lake near Chicago, where he lives, he travels all the way to this pond, to jump in and drown at such a great distance, where there is no apparent means of locomotion for him – he left the car in front of his house – on the other hand, why would anyone kill him and put him in the pond…unless of course, there are absent aspects and the heroine is about to uncover them…
Marcus Whitby had been writing a book on a star dancer, Kylie Ballantine, an African American that had been the target of the anti-communist committees, and while researching for it, he had found quite astonishing revelations about those involved in villainous inquests decades before…Olin Taverner had been a right wing Taliban – he would die in the book and his death appears to be the work of the same killer that had dispatched the black journalist – and the head of the group on Un-American Activities, more than a hypocrite, given that he was a homosexual under cover, but haunting others and attacking their liberties.
Taverner knows that he will die soon, for he is very old, and he wants to tell the truth and share documents that will blow into headlines in the media, affecting many, among those Calvin Bayard, the former head of Bayard publications, who suffers from Alzheimer now – albeit this is kept secret – who has given the control of his empire to his wife, Renee Bayard, grandmother of Catherine, a control freak passionate about organizing – indeed, her organizing skills are mentioned multiple times.
Renee Bayard confronts her granddaughter one night, at the abandoned property where the latter has given refuge to the dish washer who is suspected to be a terrorist, while the detective is hiding near her feet – this is what happens in detective fiction, right – our heroine had been diving into the pond to find more clues and as it has to be, she has found important clues and other paraphernalia…an African mask, a valuable ring…
The villain of the book, Mrs. Bayard, calls the police and before they come, Victoria Warshawski has to try and hide the poor boy, and while the cops look around the property, clever and astute as she is – or incredible, depending on your take of some of these weird, artificial, exaggerated and inflated scenes – she manages to evade a team of policemen and one policewoman, escapes the scene and takes the precious witness with her, hiding him for a while with a…Catholic priest, just like in Italian war movies…
When a private autopsy of the dead journalist will have been made, they find that apart from bourbon, the man had ingested a very dangerous drug, clearly placed in his drink by the murderer and then the path, the road to where the chemical has been is traced and the brilliant heroine uncovers the whole plot…it could be seen as magnificent, which is what the Crime Writers’ Association has obviously determined when they gave it such a prestigious award…nevertheless, huge sections of this unrewarding book have simply infuriated yours truly…