06/09/2026
This is the latest in the Strike novel series, number eight, by aka Harry Potter author JK Rowling, now, to some, ‘she who must not be named’ for her anti-trans stance. I have to confess that, at a daunting 31 hours, this has been in my listening queue for some months. From past experience, the only way to tackle it and stay with the thickness of the plotting is to plunge in and stay plunged for a couple of weeks, which is what I’ve done for the benefit of all.
If you’ve missed both Nos. 1-7 and the TV version, Cormoran Strike is a one-legged, ex-army private detective with, of course, a tangled past. His detective partner is Robin, originally his office and their will-they won’t-they non-romance has been a constant so far.
Here, they’re hired to find the identity of a mutilated body in the cellar of a Covent Garden shop selling masonic regalia, of course getting the better of the mason-infested Met and brushing with MI5. As always there are shoals of red herrings, a selection of missing persons who could be the body and scary men following our heroine Robin.
If you too had children of an age when the Potter series was on rotation, you’ll know what a great storyteller she is. You may remember, too, the ’000s of words to which the later books ran. She needed a firm editor then and does now, my theory being that success frightens those who should control authors’ excesses.
It’s great, it’s gripping, but would have been so with half the characters and half the words. Thank goodness for an epilogue which pulled it all together and reminded me who was who. Did they (Robin and Strike) get together in the end? The next one is out soon; so what do you think?