Category: Book Review

The Best krimi I read in 2019 was Dark Winter (2002) by William Dietrich

The citation reads ‘What an incredible setting at the edge of space. I discussed this krimi in an earlier post on this block. Have a look.

Book of the Year

The book [drum roll] is Laurent Binet, The Seventh Function of Language (2015).

The citation reads ‘Who would have thought such delightful libel could be published.’  I discussed this book in an earlier post on this blog. Get clicking’ for more info.

Stay tuned as other awards will follow on this site.  

Robin Bailes, The Vengeance of the Invisible Man (2019)

Good Reads meta-data is pages 236 rated 0.0 by 0 litizens.  (Lazy sods!)

Genre: krimi, academic

Verdict: Whoa! I did not see that coming.

Recovering from her Mummy’s Quest (2018) adventures in Egypt, Amelia has been digging in Romania. Romania!  Yes, Rumania in the Carpathian mountains. Seems there are pictographs there, too, for her to interpret. In anticipation of Christmas she has returned to Cambridge and her sister, the high powered Zit who talks a mile-a-minute while running hither and yon. She is loud, full tilt, and one-dimensional, contrast to the shintrovert Amelia.*  

Zit’s publishing firm is bringing out a work of fiction – Memoirs of an Invisible Man.  In short order, the question becomes ‘Is it non-fiction?’ because strange things start to happen.  The author does not show up at the book launch, but the books go flying through the air.  Sales follow. There are several other public displays of the invisibility – a pair of empty trousers dance through Christmas shoppers, and so on.  Nothing that would be noticed on King Street in Newtown.  

The sensation hungry media adds to the fire garnishing invisibility with hyperbole. Sales continue to soar. Zit loves the sales but cannot communicate with the author, still less set KPIs.  All of this intrigues Amelia, who read the manuscript and found it poignant, even moving, whereas, compliant with her McKinsey training all Zit sees only £’s.  

In a parallel track professors two in Cambridge fastness have been strangled in locked rooms. Were they victims of collegial animosity.  Well, as a matter of fact….. [But that would be telling].

Plod Harrigan applies the acids of questions, shoe leather, and patience to crack the case much to the fury of his superior who wants RESULTS!  NOW!  Bullying subordinates is certainly a chapter in the McKinsey Management Manual these days. Nonetheless, as he nears retirement Harrigan keeps on keeping on, despite the badgering, er hmm, management of his superior.  Loved Harrigan’s musings about his last words, and pleased he did not need them.  

Meanwhile, Amelia connects the dots between the murders and the invisible man.  Seems obvious, and yet there are surprises to come. Believe me: I was surprised.  Of course, they are connected but not in the way I expected. 

A victim of her own curiosity, Amelia gets in the way and has a brush with the invisible one that frightens her into contacting Universal (see The Mummy Quest, reviewed elsewhere on the blog, for an explanation).  She expected [sigh] the suave, dashing, handsome Boris to come to her rescue.  Instead, thanks to the duty roster, she gets the short, unsympathetic, and dowdy Elsa who saves her neck more than once with a willingness to believe the unbelievable and a resourcefulness honed from previous encounters with the unbelievable.

In the midst of all this Amelia meets a man who does take her seriously and she him, but fitting courtship into a schedule dominated by the unbelievable is difficult.  This romance is charming, but it does slow the action.  

There are references to the formidable Maggie at the start and finish, but I was disappointed she did not put in an appearance. She just about stole the show in Egypt.  The crystal ball suggests that she will figure in the next title in the series that will take us to Nosferatu country.   

There are many great lines in what is essentially a screenplay.  Elsa says that in her experience the dividing line between the living and the dead is a grey area. There are more where that came from. Read on. 

Razor-tongued Robin Bailes (host of My Dark Corner of this Sick World to be found on You Tube) cannot be stopped, and in this one he comprehensively outsmarted this jaded reader with the double-barrelled plot. It brings together many threads from the cinematic suite of invisible man films discussed elsewhere on this blog. This is the third book in Bailes’s series, and the best for my AUD $4.95 on Kindle. Very clever. Chapeux!

*Shintrovert is a shy introvert, a term coined by Jessica Pan in Sorry I am late, I didn’t want to come (2017) discussed elsewhere on this blog.  Do try to keep up. 

Maginot Line Murder (1939) by Bernard Newman

GoodReads meta-data is 219 pages, rated 0/5 by 0. 

Genre: krimi

Verdict: Talky

Multi-lingual Brit secret service agent Bernhard Newman is rambling through the Vosges Mountains on his honeymoon, when…..   Because of his experience in ferreting out German spies, Papa Pontivy, head of the French Deuxième Bureau, asks for his help.  In the inner sanctum of a fort on the Maginot Line a dead body has been found. That is bad.  Here is what is worse. The deadman is unidentified. Worse. Worst: he was shot dead but no one heard anything. Oh, and the corpse was naked and disfigured, to prevent identification it seems.  How is it that no one noticed all of this in the claustrophobic confines of the underground fort?  

How did a stranger penetrate the many defences of a Maginot Line redoubt?  Sacré bleu! How did he do so in secret?  How did someone else kill him without leaving a trace?  All good questions.

After a tour of the fortifications Newman goes about his honeymoon business….ahem.  And Papa Pontivy takes over.  He disregards evidence and relies on his numerous instincts. Gallic though he may be he does not practice the Cartesian method, which in general is to accept nothing as true until verified beyond doubt, to divide the problem into its smallest components, to take each component in turn, to start with the easiest and (re)solve it and then on to the next.  To make enumeration complete and reviews general so that nothing is omitted.  Pops does none of this. 

Thereafter the novel violates most rules of fiction.  It divides the action and the narrative voice.  Newman leaves.  Pontivy takes over insisting on his instinct, which by the way make no sense but reference to his instinct is constantly repeated to the point where I agree with one of the characters who says to him, ‘I am tired of hearing about your instinct!’ Amen, brother! He then goes to Brittany which his instincts tell him is the key to the Line.  He does not bother to look at a map, but relies on the writer to prove him right.

This instinct that he cannot stop talking about when Newman says a Captain seems to have recognised him (Newman).  That sets Pontivy off but it is not his perception at all but Newman’s.  And even that makes no sense since the Captain certainly recognised him since he had earlier encountered him in the woods and marched Newman in to explain himself.  One rule for writing fiction is, I know, write fast and do not read what is written.  This author applied that rule to the hilt. I kept going because of the few details about the Maginot Line, but as a krimi it is tedious. 

Bernard Newman (1897-1968) was a prolific author.  He had been a liaison officer with French forces during World War I. After this war he travelled widely in Europe on a bicycle.  He was in France in May 1940 and saw for himself the onset of the German invasion. He often made himself the protagonist in his novels as above.

His oeuvre includes travelogues, spy stories, science fiction, and journalism.  His The Blue Ants (1952) described a nuclear war between Russia and China set in 1970.  There are nearly a hundred titles in all listed in the Wikipedia entry.  Some have been re-issued in a Kindle format.  Probably not for me.

Confession.  As a boy the encyclopaedia we had at home featured an extensive entry on the Maginot Line which fascinated me. Later I appreciated the political and social aspects of this engineering feat, and that added an informed layer of interest.  André Maginot had served in the trenches at Verdun in World War I and he marched with veterans at the consecration of the tomb of the unknown solider in the Arc de Triomphe after the war.  He entered politics to prevent another blood bath, and when he was invited to join a cabinet he wanted Defence so he could build that wall that later bore his name, though it was never officially named.  

There were two major military reactions to the bloody stalemate of trench warfare in World War I.  One was to turn to mobility in tanks, trucks, motorcycles, and air planes.  Proponents of mobility included Winston Churchill and Charles de Gaulle, both of whom had also been in the trenches, and also Erwin Rommel who had practiced mobility on the Italian front in World War I. But Churchill and de Gaulle were marginalised in the post-war politics.

The second response was to build impregnable trenches under nine feet of steel and concrete which itself was under tons of earth.  Maginot was one who responded in that way, but more importantly so was Phillip Pétain, the defender of Verdun, and his word was law on military matters because of the sacrifices at Verdun, birthplace of Jean d’Arc.  This was an effort to learn lessons taught in blood.  

Most of the lore about the Maginot Line is mistaken, like most lore.  It did not continue along the Belgian border because the Belgians vigorously objected to that, and claimed that their neutrality would be respected, and if not, then their own Albert Line would suffice.  In either case no unnamed (German) invader would threaten France through Belgium.  When came the test, the Albert Line was breached in a few hours – it had been built by the lowest bidder, a German firm that turned over all the plans to the Wehrmacht. That may sound dumb. So does contracting with Chinese-owned firms for defence computers but we do that right in the wide brown land.  Nonetheless, Maginot was determined to continue the Line to the coast, but he ran out of money and because of the Depression he ran out of political support.  One of the reasons the Germans attacked when they did, was to strike before the Line reached the coast.  Where it was tested in the South, it proved impervious to Italian attacks.  

The Maginot Line was built:

• To prevent a German surprise attack.
• To slow a cross-border assault.
• To protect Alsace and Lorraine.
• To save manpower. (Recall that Germany had twice the population of France.)
• To allow time for the mobilisation of the French Army.^.
• To be used as a basis for a counter-offensive. 
• To invite Germany to circumvent the Line by violating the neutrality of Switzerland or Belgium which would galvanise world opinion against it, and it would also make the field of combat those countries and not France itself.    

In the polarised whirlwind of the Third Republic, the French general staff forgot its own strategy and spread men and material along the Line so that there was no concentration and in a crisis none would be possible.  Consequently, the Line was fully manned, leaving no troops in reserve for such a counter-attack.  

I read this novel years ago in the Fisher Library copy.  It has not improved with age.

Not to be confused with Double crime sur la ligne Maginot (1937), a film that depicts a love triangle among officers in the Line and offers so many images of the formidable Line and hundreds of troops that it must have been made with the cooperation of the army, perhaps as propaganda to show how great the Line was. In the event, German agents were the villains. There is a version of it on You Tube, and it is dead boring.

 William Dietrich, Getting Back (2000) 

Good Reads meta-data is 370 pages rated 3.70/5.00 by 199 litizens

Genre: Sy Fy 

Verdict: Mad Max réchauffé.

In the near future all the world’s problems have been solved by United Corporations which has a place for everyone and everyone is in place.  Life goes on according to McKinsey management über alles.  Each person is a good employee and a good consumer and that makes the world of twelve billion go around. But for Dyson it is boring, boring, boring, boring. It is as tirelessly and tiresomely predictable as the ideological squibs from News Corporation’s hacks.  (Is that possible?)

The world is neat, clean, orderly, a kind of benevolent Big Brother society without the personal touch of Big Bro. Dyson is lazy at work, makes asinine remarks, and generally acts like an adolescent. He made me think of that midget, old what’s his name, Tim, or Tom, or Gone. He comes into contact with mysterious, glamorous Raven who tells him there is an alternative – Australia!  

But wait Australia is a dead continent, thanks to the ScoMo Virus thirty years before. It is one big exclusion zone, now all but eliminated from the only source of human consciousness, Wikipedia. 

Much of the middle of the book is how Dyson got there which I will spare readers. The point is that Australia has returned to its history and become a dumping ground for recidivists (look it up) criminals who are called morally impaired. (I tried not to take any of this personally.) See the reference to Mad Max above. Also dumped there are malcontents, misfits, and the likes of Dyson who are high-maintenance, squeaky, unproductive wheels. There is a twist to that at the end that seemed irrelevant to this reader.   

The bulk of the book is survival in the Outback, surviving the morally impaired, surviving the relentless climate and distances, surviving Channel Ten testosterone broadcasts, and using the Australian salute. There are a few natives who, against the odds, and unknown to United Corporations, have survived the ScoMo Virus, becoming white aboriginals.  A nice touch that. The smarty pants do not heed the advice of these oddities because it is vague and spooky.  They should have.   

True love conquers all, and in the end Raven saves Dyson and they start a new life.  [Cue violins.]  This is all ground he covered again (and better) in The Murder of Adam and Eve (2014). 

Dietrich goes to the ends of the earth for his fiction, others have been set in the remotest Africa, Arctic, and the Antarctic, and while there are no acknowledgements in the Kindle edition I read, it is likely that he spent time in the Outback to write this tale.

I wonder if he came across any of Arthur Upfield’s Outback krimis?  Shoulda.