A number of years ago my office location allowed me travel to and from work by ferry. The commute was sublime. I challenge anyone to catch this barging bateau and arrive to work anything but composed, calm and collected. It’s impossible. A seat was always available and the journey unencumbered by commuter traffic was the perfect distance to complete a chapter of a book.
It was against this backdrop that I read my first Robert Galbraith; the artist formerly known as JK Rowling. I adore JK Rowling. Her Harry Potter episodic novels have brought me hours of blissful entertainment. I have read them many times and channel my inner Hermione in my current postgraduate studies. Rowling’s foray into adult fiction has been equally and unequivocally enjoyable. The Casual Vacancy didn’t disappoint and exposed Rowling’s enormous commitment to social justice.
Rowling’s proclivity to social justice is creatively continued as Galbraith in her Comoran Strike narrative. Her motley crew of magnificent misfits and miscreants are artfully pitted against the rich and powerful, but not in a cliché or banal way. The narrative in these tales reminds me a little of the ferry commute itself; a syncopated rocking of relaxation to the edge of discomfort.
If you are looking for light, entertaining reads with a pinch of social justice, pick up a Robert Galbraith. Ferry commute optional (but highly recommended).