Book review: Icarus by Deon Meyer. Benny is back. However bad things get he will be strong. Strong enough to drink!
I blogged last year about Deon Meyer’s previous Benny
Griessel novel Cobra and seeing the advanced publicity this year for his new
novel Icarus, it went straight on my review list.
Icarus follows two parallel plots – the first, of Francois
du Toit, a vineyard owner, slowly telling his story in a privileged discussion seemingly
about to confess to his involvement in a crime to a criminal defence lawyer. This first plot soon appears to be connected
to the second, of a body found buried in sand dunes north of Capetown. The dead man is Ernst Richter, head of Alibi,
who specialise in producing fake documents for cheating partners.
So, my thoughts – well, let’s start with the idea of parallel
plots. Lots of authors use this device
and some do it well. Meyer does it
superbly – sharp, tight and at times it feels like you’re being teased and
strung along and just when you’re sure you know where the story is going, he
pulls the rug from under you – more than just once.
Meyer’s eye for detail is great – I found out so much about the
history of the South African wine industry from the novel that I was tempted to
drink a bottle of South African wine (a Syrah/Mourdevre blend from Bloem which
we thoroughly enjoyed). However it wasn’t
just about the past – the story about Alibi is bang up to date, especially when
someone threatens to leak Alibi’s customer database so everyone can see who the
cheaters are!
Next – the characters.
As you’d expect a great cast, not just Griessel, Cupido and the
comradeship that binds them and the Hawks together, but all the others from
Major Mbali Kaleni and her cauliflower aroma to Lithpel Davies and his high
tech wizardry. I’m particularly taken
with the small walk on characters that sometimes just appear for a few lines
but add depth to the novel. In one
scene, Cupido is in the street, utterly frustrated by the case and in a rage shouts
“Jissis fok!” only to be pulled up by a passing “Aunty” who admonishes him for
his bad language saying “Hai nee, boetie (oh no little brother). Your mother
would cry herself to sleep if she heard you talking like that”. And in case you think it’s just funny
stuff, this humour contrasts sharply with Meyer’s chilling narrative of the formative
years of Paul du Toit who’s not growing up to be the charming young man he seems to be, but a dangerous
psychopath that nobody knows how to deal with.
Here’s the link to my review of Cobra:
Final verdict – don’t delay, just get it as soon as you
can. I’ve even asked Mrs
Romancrimeblogger for the earlier Benny Griessel novels for my birthday. Enough said!
Romancrimeblogger
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