Robert Galbraith is killing it. His second book is ever more impressive than the first, which was already fantastic.
I think Jo's partly writing a satire here: award winning literary book veer towards abundant sex, discomfitting brutality and gore, more sex especially focusing on genitals, pretentious stuff like Balzac and palpitating balls, and characters that are completely unlikeable. And now Jo comes along and shows us you can write a perfectly good book with warm characters (rich with personal dilemmas beyond the realm of the job), good plot, and not much view of anyone's balls (although we can't escape the occasional dick).
I think Jo's partly writing a satire here: award winning literary book veer towards abundant sex, discomfitting brutality and gore, more sex especially focusing on genitals, pretentious stuff like Balzac and palpitating balls, and characters that are completely unlikeable. And now Jo comes along and shows us you can write a perfectly good book with warm characters (rich with personal dilemmas beyond the realm of the job), good plot, and not much view of anyone's balls (although we can't escape the occasional dick).
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