by Thomas King (2019)
This was an entertaining light read, with some links to a traditional detective story and some distinctions.I enjoyed the narrator’s wry
observations on small-town life and his quirky voice. It’s exactly the voice I
remember from King’s CBC radio series, The Dead Dog CafĂ©. This is both good and
bad. It’s familiar and comfortable. But it suggests that King has not developed
much in the many years since the radio show.
The characters in the story
are a broad collection of stereotypes, from the sheriff who just wants to keep
things quiet in town, to the hard LA television producer who will do anything
to get a show done.
King’s detective, Thumps DreadfulWater,
wants to avoid getting involved in the investigation, and pushes away from it every
chance he gets. He seems bemused, observing life from outside with an ironic
detachment, but staying away from it as much as he can. But he doesn’t change
either, in spite of a new diagnosis of diabetes and an ultimatum of sorts from
his life partner. Nevertheless, he’s an intelligent observer. He not only sees
connections that others have missed, partly because they have not tried to see
them, but he also seems to intuit strategies for getting the criminals to
confess their crimes.
His detachment, presumably,
comes from his position as an Indigenous person living in white society. He
clearly does not identify with the small Montana town of Chinook, although he
has many friends there. He relates more deeply to the Indigenous characters,
but he’s not close to them either, and he seems to want to stay away from
reserve life. This may be a reflection of King’s mixed Cherokee and Greek
heritage, not fully one or the other even though he identifies as Indigenous.
DreadfulWater certainly seems to embody King’s voice, so I take him as some
sort of stand-in for the author’s way of thinking.
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