Friday, June 19, 2015

The Lost Sister (Russel D. McLean, 2009)

Hardly a crime/mystery novel, more like a family drama. Heavy one. God-daughter of the local mobster disappears and our hero gets involved in her search. With "gets involved" I'm being vague intentionally because I'm still not sure what the fuck his motive was. First he's contacted/hired by the local newspaper, then cops ask him to be some sort of their counselor (!?),  few chapters later girl's asshole godfather wants him on the case and finally even some fellow private investigator (!!!) pays him 200 pounds to find this girl. Which gotta be some kind of a precedence - I can think of another one where PI gets hired by another sleuth. Can you?

Investigation itself is weird as much as his motives are unclear. Basically he only interviews three people and then (in a 30 pages long scene!) that other PI more or less explains everything our main man McNee needs to know about the story. You know - stuff from the past that detectives are usually supposed to uncover themselves... But then again, this is not such a bad thing since otherwise this book would probably be 1000 pages long instead of "just" 300.

Yes - 300 pages. It does take its time. Moves slowly, constantly going back into the past... with body count counter remaining still... taking its time to tell the reader a thing or two about the local history... and architecture... and - worst of all - with our hero constantly whining and feeling sorry for himself.

Surprisingly it still works pretty well. I wouldn't say it is a page turner but it's definitely not boring. Skilfully written and although pace is slow it has a nice rhythm. Dialogues are smart and they contain a decent dosage of the local slang (although it rarely goes beyond the usual Scottish wee, lass, aye, shite stuff). For my taste there's a bit too much of the psychological/philosophical crap but at the same time I didn't find it pretensions at all. And to be (a wee) pretentious myself, I'll conclude by saying that McLean maybe tried too hard to create something extraordinary and lost focus on a story along the way.

Interesting and honest writing but simply not hard-boiled/noir-ish enough for me.

3/5

Facts:

Hero
PI McNee

She looked at the card. Said, "Who're you trying to fool? Nobody's a private investigator. Not in Dundee of all places."

"You're a man with a conscience and a code and all that other bollocks, but you're also a man who drags his own disaster around with him like a wrecking ball. You want to help people. But you can't. Can't even help your fucking self."

The psychiatrist... had unofficially diagnosed me like this:
"You have to be the hero. Save everyone. Doesn't matter if you know it's bad idea. It's a compulsion. To satisfy your own ego."
I'd called shite.

Location
Dundee was Scotland's fourth city in terms of size, constantly jockeying with Aberdeen for the coveted position of third. But its reputation as the city with the small town feel was what gave it the edge.

Body count:  2

Dames
Mary Furst is 14 years old and both sisters are mess so none of them exactly qualifies as "dame"

Blackouts
Couldn't hear the words. Couldn't hear the voices. My face was on fire, pain searing up nd along my cheekbones.
Finally, I blacked out.
Call that a mercy.
 
Title: 
The kettle boiled. The switch clicked.
The idea slipped into focus.
The sister.

Edition: Five Leaves Publications, 2009. Signed!

Cover
Looks like a fucking computer manual. When I see such plain covers I often think of authors and how shitty they must feel about their publishers investing fuck all in the cover art. Long live the Hard Case Crime!

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