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| *Sniff* It's the Ellacott Family Land Rover's last Christmas! |
What struck me on this re-read was how well the tone for the rest of the book is set up in these early chapters. There was a darkness and an awkwardness, with some chapters seeming to end quite abruptly, and opeing lines that set up long-term conflicts in the story line. I'm going to review the first and last lines of each chapter; if it seems helpful maybe I'll continue that pattern through the re-read.
Chapter 1: This is a Strike-only chapter, as the book opens with him fatigued and grieving the loss of Ted and missing Robin, and worrying that he is going to lose her to RFM.The windscreen wipers had been working their hardest ever since the BMW had entered the county of Kent, their soporific swish and clunk aggravating Cormoran Strike's exhaustion as he stared out through thick rain, which had turned the deserted road ahead to a gleaming jet.The run-up to The Hallmarked Man, with all the hints dropped about silver and refined metal, made many of us interested in Galbraith's use of literary alchemy anticipate an albedo volume. Indeed, rain and water tend to be markers of the white stage; remember all the river, baptismal and shower imagery in The Running Grave? But here, we are seeing something a bit different. This rain reminds us of the storm Strike and Lucy drove through to reach Joan's deathbed; here Strike is driving through a similar downpour as he leaves his childhood home behind after Ted's sudden death. Granger (2020) made a case that the water of Troubled Blood was dissolving rather than cleansing, making that book a nigredo volume for Strike, although I saw the book as more of a mixture of nigredo and albedo, given the number of traditional albedo symbols (moons, swans, queens, white, springs, overflowing cups) that turn up (see here for a list). I am seeing THM as a similar kind of mixture, with both of our heroes showing major breakdowns and losing lots of what is important to them, while at the same time going through a refining process in which pain gets as much attention as purification. This is another reason that Book 8 really echoes book 5 for me.
The shortness of this chapter and the relatively brief mention of Ted's death, as opposed to the much longer anticipated death Joan had stuns and shocks the reader much as it must have stunned and shocked Strike.
The chapter closes with more dark and dirty imagery:
In this unpropitious mood he proceeded along Canterbury Road through a landscape of bare trees and sodden fields. At last, windscreen wipers still swishing and clunking, he turned up a narrow, puddled track to the left, following a sign to Delamore Lodge.
Nothing brightens up in Chapter 2, where Strike meets Decima Mullins and little Lion.
The house to which Strike had driven wasn't what he'd been expecting. Far from being a country manor, Delamore Lodge was a small, run-down dwelling of dark stone that resembled an abandoned chapel, set in a wild garden that loked like it hadn't been touched in years.This chapter gives us one of the Cuckoo's Calling links that Random-Occurrence365 on Reddit told me about: the case starts off somewhat like that of John Bristow, with Strike questioning the potential client's sanity and feeling conflicted about taking the person's money, given that the police are in a position to do a much better job. But, he agrees to take on the Lula Landry case because Bristow makes an appeal to Strike's core value of justice.
He might have struck a divine tuning fork; the word rang through the shabby office, calling forth an inaudible but plangent note in Strike’s breast. Bristow had located the pilot light Strike shielded when everything else had been blown to ashes. He stood in desperate need of money, but Bristow had given him another, better reason to jettison his scruples.
As we will see later, Strike's reasons for taking on Decima's case are not nearly so noble. In fact, I would say the major nigredo breakdown Strike suffers in this book is a moral one, after being broken down emotionally in Troubled Blood and physically in The Ink Black Heart.
This chapter has one of the oddest and most abrupt closings of the series.
"I need you to prove it was Rupe in that vault!" wailed Decima Mullins, her eyes as pink and swollen as a piglet's, her thief of a boyfriend's baby hidden beneath her dirty poncho.
Then, boom, we jump to Chapter 3, in Robin's hospital room, with an opening that sets the stage for her for this entire book.
Robin Ellacott had lied to her detective partner abut having a sore throat and fever. In fact, she was currently lying in a hospital bed on a morphine drip, determined that as few people as possible should know why she was there.
Lying to those closest to her and hiding the truth about how her past traumas have affected her is Robin's modus operandi for the entire book, which is why it is very easy to lose patience with her--- I remember feeling like I wanted to slap some sense into both detectives on the first read. This time through, I am making more of an effort to see Robin as a trauma patient, who, while still in the early stages of recovery from the horrors of Chapman Farm, has now been re-victimized by the long-term consequences of the Gorilla Man's attack of 13 years ago.
Unfortunately, the chapter closing does not bode well for Strike and Robin in this book. Usually, the detective partners are delighted to speak to each other.. But Robin is so determined to hide the truth that she sees Strike's call as a risk, rather than the welcome relief it should be.
Robin's mobile rang again. She stretched out a hand, picked it up and saw Strike's number. Glancing towards the glass panel in the door, in case another medic was about to walk in, and glad of a chance to think about something other than her fallopian tubes, she decided to risk it and answered.
Chapter 4's opening is the most optimistic so far, as Strike expresses his concern for his partner.
"Hi," said Strike, "How's the throat? Can you talk? If not, I'll email you later."
They chat about Decima's case and agree to postpone the decision on taking it until they check with the police about the identification of the body. Unfortunately, the connections to Valentine Longcaster and Sacha Legard come up, which reminds both of them of the conversation about Charlotte at the end of TRG. Again, Robin sets up the pattern she shows throughout the book and shuts down the conversation.
In spite of the morphine, Robin now felt a strange mixture of anticipation and panic. Strike had opened his mouth to speak again when Robin suddenly said, "Strike, I'm really sorry, I'm going to have to go." Without waiting for his response, she hung up.This takes us into Chapter 5, Enter RFM.
Robin had just seen visitors passing the glass panel in the door of her room and, sure enough, --here was her boyfriend, tall, handsome, wearing a look of extreme anxiety and holding a bunch of red roses, several magazines and a large box of Maltesers.
So, RFM turns up, doing exactly what a boyfriend should do in these circumstances, It really is a nice, Hallmark-movie style picture. And that's part of Robin's problem; RFM, on the surface, appears to be exactly the right type of boyfriend and exactly the type of man Robin should enjoy being with. In her determination to "fall out of love" with Cormoran Strike, she has conveniently stepped into this role, and trying to convince herself this is what she wants.
As Robin explains the circumstances behind her ectopic pregnancy and the root cause, we see a line that is pretty ironic in retrospect. "But, she'd assumed her worries about the condom had been as baseless and her suspicion that Murphy had been drinking." Yeah, Robin, I'd say both were equally "baseless"--- equally as in "not baseless at all." Her unwillingness to cry in front of RFM is also indicative of a lack of emotional closeness--- this should not be a big deal if you are in a serious relationship for over a year.
The problem between them becomes obvious at the chapter's close:
"I'll order takeaways and lie on the sofa and watch TV," said Robin. "I don't need anyone else--apart from you, " she added, "obviously."
Robin's addition seems like an afterthought. If she genuinely loved Murphy, she would need him after the devastating news she has just gotten. It's painfully obvious that she doesn't.
Back to Strike for Chapter 6:
As it was Saturday, Denmark Street was full of shoppers, when Strike arrived back there that afternoon. As he limped past the familiar guitar shops and record stores, even more tired, sore and depressed than when he'd left that morning, the opening cords of "House of the Rising Sun" issued from an open door.
It always behooves us to look closely at songs, plays and movies that get a mention in these books. "House of the Rising Son" has a very interesting history. It evolved from an English folk song that eventually migrated to the US, relocating the city of the titular house to New Orleans, then became the first real folk rock hit when recorded by the British band, the Animals, in 1964.
It seemed to Strike that the wraith of Edward Nancarrow nodded approvingly at this conclusion, so having finished the washing-up, he replaced the photographs and two hats in the shoebox and then, after a seconds deliberation, placed the old fisherman's priest on the windowsill, the only ornament, if it could be so-called, he'd ever put on display.
Robin was discharged from the hospital on Sunday morning, with advice to take paracetamol and ibuprofen as needed, refrain from strenuous exercise and resume regular activities only after a further three days' rest.
"Funeral was packed. I wish-- Sh*t, got to go. Mrs. A's on the move."Strike hung up, leaving Robin wondering what he wished.
She's not the only one. I'm tempted to guess that he was going to say something like "I wish you could have met him" or even "I wish you had been there" which might have really thrown Robin for a loop. Any other speculations?
Cut off abruptly, Robin decides to start exploring a topic she'd really rather not think about.
After staring for further minute at the name of the masonic lodge to which DCI Truman allegedly belonged, Robin moved her cursor back to the top of her laptop screen and, reluctantly, typed in "egg freezing."
It is a bit strange to get seven chapters into the book without the detectives officially agreeing to take their major case yet, but so far we've got the patterns that will shape the remainder of the book pretty well established.
I'll be back on Saturday with the next seven chapters. Thank you for joining the Advent Adventure.
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