By now everyone in the known world knows The Cuckoo’s Calling was actually penned by J.K. Rowling. As much as I (and everyone in the known world) adored Harry Potter, I had to give her a chance in this foray into mystery writing. I don’t read a ton of mysteries now, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a good one now and again (after all, I grew up reading all the Nancy Drew and Agatha Christie I could lay my hands on).
This mystery was pretty good for as far as I got into it; I would have read the whole book if I just hadn’t felt assaulted by the constant barrage of f-words (with a couple of the c- ones thrown in). The characterizations are what makes this interesting; it’s all about down-and-out private detective Cormoran Strike and his temp secretary, Robin, as well as the other colorful characters that surround them. I’d have been curious to see how the mystery itself played out. But why Rowling feels a need to just use strong vulgarity with abandon is beyond me (at least she got me reading further than she did in The Casual Vacancy…). I said then and I’ll say now I rarely resort to the “Don’t Invest Reading Time” category, but I had to invoke it again. Sorry, Jo.
DIRT: Tons of strong language.