J.K. Rowling is just too nice – and too lucky – to satirise publishing

As a result, Robert Galbraith's The Silkworm is a toothless and inept novel

28 June 2014

9:00 AM

28 June 2014

9:00 AM

The Silkworm Robert Galbraith

Sphere, pp.464, £20, ISBN: 9781408704028

J.K. Rowling’s second novel under the Robert Galbraith moniker is a whodunit set in the publishing industry. This isn’t a rare set-up for crime fiction. Authors, no matter how grungy and streetwise they pretend to be, spend most of their time doing dreary things with people they dislike in the name of selling books. They are itching to put their agents, publishers and fellow authors on the page so that they can slay them.

Thing is, if you’re the most famous author in the world, bearing a grudge against publishing might look a bit ungrateful. Rowling realises this and adjusts her approach accordingly. The Silkworm is a soft, toothless, inept novel with a kind heart.

Our private eye Cormoran Strike is back. He’s a tough, burly ex-soldier with half a leg missing, but he also went to Oxford, so he can translate a Latin phrase before he dislocates your jaw with his fist. Following on from his successful sleuthing in the previous novel, which made him a minor celebrity, he has been tasked with tracking down a famous author called Owen Quine. This Quine has a habit of disappearing, but finally he seems to have gone for good, leaving behind an unpublishable novel stuffed with his most morbid fantasies. In it he eviscerates many of his friends and enemies, who are disguised as fantastical, often hermaphroditic, creations.

Now that Quine is missing, his novel is a compendium of suspects. These include a drunken editor, a fire-spitting agent and a self-published erotic fantasy merchant. Nevertheless, insider publishing gossip, for those who like that kind of thing, is sparse. This is a fatal flaw in a novel that has nothing else going for it.

There are so many problems with The Silkworm, least of all the complete lack of pace or intrigue. Galbraith’s use of language swings between a pinched, Golden Age style (‘He knew of what this adversary was capable’) to a mildly concussed English that will be familiar to those who read a lot of Scandinavian crime fiction in translation (‘The cold air bit their warm faces as the front door swung open while Strike shook hands with Chard’; ‘Oh, please God, let me get to King’s Cross on time, prayed Robin inside her head.’). At odd moments it reminded me of a Micky Spillane novel — if Rowling was actually a man called Robert Galbraith, she probably wouldn’t get away with describing so many women as ‘curvaceous’ and adorning them with ‘clinging’ dresses.

Each chapter begins with an epigraph from a pre-19th-century play (Webster, Congreve, Jonson etc). In a chapter where Strike’s assistant Robin feels underappreciated, for example, we get this from The Duchess of Malfi: ‘Let me know /Wherefore I should be thus neglected.’

It must have taken a lot of effort to find appropriate quotes for all 50 chapters, a feat that’s especially impressive considering its non-existent literary impact. Galbraith’s ample patience would have been better used in setting fire to the manuscript and starting from scratch.

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  • Amanda

    Bravo for speaking truth to power and rubbish, sir.

    • pedestrianblogger

      I bet the rubbish will sell like hot cakes, though.

    • justejudexultionis

      Yes, Edward Said would agree.

  • The Masked Marvel

    Not surprising at all. Once Rowling was no longer supported by the quality of editor who really made the Potter writing what it was (the difference between the first book and the rest is obvious), she was never going to be very good again.

  • Question: Does Jo Rowling ever smile rather than smirk? Is she ashamed of her teeth? I have never seen her teeth, in any picture of her smiling. Why is that? There must be a reason. Most people when happy smile in a way that shows their teeth.

    • justejudexultionis

      She’s smirking her way all the way to the bank. The popularity surrounding her mediocre children’s books is entirely down to the dumbed-down, anti-intellectual, entertainment-obsessed spirit of our age.

      • You may be right. A reviewer of her first ‘R. Galbraith’ book was impressed that she had some sort of dime-store ‘insight’ (I read his example and thought: ‘that’s insight? It’s anti-bourgeois cliché!’). In short, she wasn’t really worth praising but he praised her anyway because she’s J. K. Rowling.

    • Huw Parker

      ‘Most people when happy smile in a way that shows their teeth.’
      What nonsense. Still, congratulations on getting to the very heart of what, apparently, must be wrong with her writing.

      • Tahitiholiday

        What nonsense that it’s nonsense! Your sophistry needs work, mate. To say nothing of the fact that I’m under no obligation to assess her writing, not having to read it, thank god. The fact is: she smirks.

  • Thats_news

    She is useless at research. Her novel the Casual Vacancy actually confused two entirely different segments of local government (District/Borough Councils and Parish Councils) meaning that the entire premise for the “novel” and its dreadful cardboard cut-out characters and the patronising inadvertent racism in the telling, was utterly wrong.

  • Валерий Пионкин

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    Guardian banned in the comments Announce article “Joan and Harry.”
    Newspaper allows freedom of speech only for billionaires.
    In the Guardian says about freedom of speech only when destroying laptops journalists from Guardian.



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