Madness is something I fear. I worry I have it, am nervous I
might break down into complete madness or worry that those around me might
suffer because of my thinking patterns. A long spell in therapy helped me out
with this, but the unease still lingers.
This might help to explain why the opening passages of ‘I WasDora Suarez’ were so difficult for me.
Looked at another way, I’m entirely
within normal parameters of human sanity and those chapters would be difficult for
anyone. They may also be particularly difficult for male readers given the
subject matter, but I’m not sure on that one.
It’s a brutal beginning, the killing of Dora and her
landlady, but it’s more the description of the killer’s actions and trains of
thought that are particularly sinister.
I’m not sure I’ve been to such extremes before.
So, killer acts and police respond.
The police response is rather amazing. It’s rooted in a
brutality of its own in a period of time not so very long ago when the actions
of the force were certainly more openly callous and anything went. When such
techniques are applied today, I’m sure they’re a little more hidden and covert.
It’s based in The Factory, a place with
a foreboding name in itself. The Factory is run by The Voice. The Voice calls
back a sergeant who was fired a while before to take up this particular case,
reason being he’s the best copper they have even if his methods and manners are
problematic.
Our police sergeant is a brilliant mouthpiece. He is inside
the mind of Suarez courtesy of her diaries. He’s also in the mind of the killer
and the suspects and has an amazing insight into humanity. The only thing he lacks
is any sense of manners or etiquette – he sees little need for warmth or politeness
as they simply serve to hide a lot of hypocrisy.
The Factory to on about their business and shake up the
London underworld.
It’s brilliantly done. The territory is very familiar in
terms of the rugged application of threats and violence of the police, but the
way it’s handled is wonderfully different. The dialogue is the best example of
this. It’s hammed up as far as it can be. Has a very theatrical feel to it. An
absurdist one. It’s direct, circular, unconventional and hugely entertaining.
The sergeant slowly wears down the obstacles to finding his
man and leads us to a startling climax.
I loved the book and it brought me a lot of pleasure in
terms of the structure, the characters and the uncertainty of anyone’s sanity.
Good and bad have to mix so that black and white come together to make a grey
which seems to turn into some kind of pink.
I did also find some elements extremely difficult to read
and that should be a warning to some as I can usually handle some pretty dark
material.
Lovers of crime fiction or of literary examinations of the
human condition should pick this one up straight away, but make sure your
wearing your bullet-proof vest when you open the pages.