I struggled with the decision to read this due to the stigma surrounding the author, JK Rowling writing as Robert Galbraith. But as many people earlier in the year called her out, they also said this book was transphobic too. How could they know when it hadn’t been released? That was the tipping point for me. Was it transphobic?
Now that I’ve read it, I can say, absolutely not. If anything, it it anti-astrology and pushes the older stereotype of all gay men wearing dresses.
Here’s the story. Forty years ago, Margot Bamborough went missing. It was assumed that serial killer Dennis Creed killed her, but there was no evidence to that and he never admitted it. Fast forward to more modern times, Creed is in a mental hospital and Margot’s disappearance is still unsolved.
Strike’s detective agency is flush with customers but when Margot’s daughter approaches Strike, he and his business partner Robin, take the cold case. At one point, the father of another missing girl who Creed presumably killed, asks for Stike’s help too. The author does a masterful job of weaving the story back and forth, laying down clues and red herrings, pointing the finger and several possible suspects. It’s an intricate, complex story.
In the end, I was right about one of the two missing women but wrong on the other. I’m going to tell you if Creed ended being the killer or not. No spoilers here.
The book is long, at over 900 pages. But you learn more about the lives of Strike and Robin and how they feel about each other. If you love complex puzzle mysteries, this one’s for you.