I am a huge fan of ‘Tartan Noir’ – that brand of murder
mystery set in Scotland, usually Edinburgh, featuring a detective or policeman
who has/had a drinking problem, issues with his family and is involved in a
dark, murky criminal underworld. I think my favourite Tartan Noir is any book
by Ian Rankin but, and this is a big but, these worlds are so masculine. Women
are hookers or wives, mothers or daughters but rarely detectives or
protagonists. Because of this, I was delighted to discover Chris Brookmyre’s
Sharp Investigations series, a female-focused Tartan Noir set in a dark, corrupt Edinburgh.
The first two books in the series (which I read PB
(pre-blog)) are Where the Bodies are
Buried and When the Devil Drives.
The first features Jasmine Sharp, a wannabe actress who, following the death of
her mother, starts working for her uncle’s private investigation company. When
her uncle goes missing, she meets Detective Catherine McLeod, a policewoman who
has her own family and profession problems in the course of the investigation. It’s a great, very entertaining
book, and the follow-up, which has a stronger focus on police corruption, was
just as good. Within one hour of finding out there was a third one in the series I had tracked down a copy, had it in
my hand and I could not wait to start! But, unfortunately, this third novel was
a huge disappointment.
For starters, it starts really really slowly. The book
contains three separate stories, each one with its own timeframe and featuring
a different character. Additionally, each chapter is told from the perspective
of a different character and these characters are sometimes separated by time
and space and sometimes not, so it was really hard to get into the novel or
develop any affinity for any of the characters. Once I hit page 150 and the
disparate storylines began to become more related to each other, the pace quickened
up a little bit but with the attention spread over so many characters, I never
really engaged with the text.
The biggest problem for me was that the thing I enjoyed most
about the previous books, the strong female characters, was missing in this
one. This is a book about men and about fathers, both good and bad. Jasmine and
Catherine barely rate a mention and their concerns are merely glanced at within
the traditionally Tartan Noir masculine universe of police, gangs and crime.
Even worse, there is a twist ending that doesn’t work at all, especially within
the context of the other two books in the series. I can’t say any more without
giving away spoilers but it just doesn’t make any sense! Very, very frustrating.
Chris Brookmyre is a good writer and I might have liked it
more if I hadn’t read the first two in the series and liked them so much (four stars each). But I
did, so I give Flesh Wound two stars.