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4.0 out of 5 stars
Korean detective enters the world of internation espionage...,
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This review is from: Bamboo and Blood (Inspector O Novel) (Paperback)
This is the third novel in the Inspector O series. New readers are advised to start with `A Corpse in the Koryo' rather than trying to get to grips with O's character and his particularly peculiar situation all at once. The earlier books in this series have been rather more traditional whodunnits, set in communist North Korea with O as an idiosyncratic detective who solves mysteries, even when they slither into the perilous territory of state security.In `Bamboo and Blood', author James Church shifts the focus of the story away from `interesting international detective' and deep into the territory of espionage and tradecraft. There is a murder to investigate and a mystery to solve, but these are the incidental interludes in the plot. `Bamboo and Blood' is a Cold War spy story, and the political position of North Korea in the late 1990s has ceased to be the backdrop to the action: the political position of North Korea IS the story. Inspector O works in the Ministry of People's Security, usually investigating `normal' crime; theft, assault, so on. O has a flimsy layer of protection against the menacing machinery of the State Security agency, being the grandson of a hero of the people. However, his best defence when confronted with the attack dogs of the thought police is to be good at his job, solve crimes, and to subdue his intemperate responses with philosophical debate on the nature of trees. O has studied trees and wood all his life. He carries wooden pieces in his pockets, and the different types of wood provide comfort and security for him in times of stress. The title of this book reflects O's relationship with wood - however, bamboo is NOT wood and must bend. Or break. The book is set in the winter 1997 when Korea was in the grip of an appalling famine. The state is bankrupt; electricity is rationed, there's nothing left to burn for heat. O and his supervisor may go out for dinner, but all they can order is bark soup. The first third of the novel is set in this bitterly cold and miserable existence, where even O's cheerful optimism and sanguine nature starts to fray. O is instructed to investigate the background of a missing woman, and then he's told to babysit a foreign visitor. None of this makes sense - and then his life becomes even more complex as a person from his past reappears and O is then tasked with attending a diplomatic mission in Switzerland. He doesn't know why, but O is being maneuvered into strategic situations with global consequences. Like a ball sent flying around a pinball circuit, O bounces between Mossad agents and the Swiss Secret Service. He's deflected by his brother, his Ministry contact and a man he once left for dead. O navigates an extremely uncertain path, reflecting the conflicted nature of his masters' regime - like the diplomats themselves he is berated for making no progress, and then criticised again for trying to produce results. Author James Church has certainly succeeded in creating a fictionalised representation of a bewildering political situation, where no one is quite sure what or who they're working for, or which outcome is preferable. Church is a master at writing dialogue at cross-purposes, where both parties could be having a conversation across slightly different dimensions. The result is sometimes bitingly comic, and sometimes bitterly sad. It's also as confusing as can be; we only know as much as O does and half the time we don't know the half of what O understands or experiences. So the narrative feels fragmented and unpredictable; light on description and long on dialogue. A lot like real life, in fact. So `Bamboo and Blood' works on many levels, some more successful than others. James Church has distilled his own experience as a diplomat in the far east into fiction, and his portrayal of North Korean society and its political system is fascinating. The character of Inspector O is a splendid creation, quietly quirky but solid and dependable. Church portrays the spiralling weirdness of low level espionage with witty disdain, so O is rubbish at tradecraft, yet spends much of this novel catching trains where he doesn't meet people, decoding messages at dead letter drops, and so on. Yet it's hard to finish this novel and feel completely satisfied. I was pretty certain that some significant events had sneaked past me, and that I hadn't quite understood all the plot lines. It's also hard to categorise `Bamboo and Blood'. It's not a detective story, but it's not a modern espionage thriller, either. There's very little running, shouting, car chasing or gunplay. Jason Bourne would be completely out of place; Alec Leamas would be right at home. `Bamboo and Blood' harks back to the heyday of the cold war spy story, when Le Carre wrote sparse but brilliant novels, and where the important moments of the story were never spelled out but subtly implied. So give yourself time to read and digest this story; it's not a by-the-numbers mystery where you can count up the clues and come up with the killer. 8/10 Try these first: CORPSE IN THE KORYO (Inspector O Novel) HIDDEN MOON (Inspector O Novel) And then read: The Man with the Baltic Stare (Inspector O Novel)
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4.5 out of 5 stars (11 customer reviews) 12 of 14 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Inspector O is a reading pleasure!,
By James Neville - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: Bamboo and Blood (Inspector O Novel) (Hardcover)
Bamboo and Blood by James Church is "an Inspector O" novel. I did not know what that meant when I picked it up but I soon found out. The prologue starts, "The Russians... think they are the only ones who know the cold," then jumps right into action.I've been reading mysteries placed in Red China, Thailand, and now, with Inspector O, in Red Korea. Who knew it would be so entertaining, so warm, so enigmatic, so humorous? (Not giving away the plot here, OK?) Suffice it to say missles are involved (somewhat) and that I'm going to read more by the author, James Church. Church's bio asserts a) His name's a pseudonym, b) He was with Western intelligence for decades in Asia, and c) Many of the events in the story really happened. That's nice but what I care about is the story engaged me from the start and I want to read more. All good mysteries have a mystery, yes, it's how they work, but the reason we read them is the milieu, characters, surprises, new perspectives. I remember the same thrill first reading Len Deighton's novels about East and West Berlin. That's the closest I can come to sharing the feel of Bamboo and Blood, except now it's North and South Korea. Inspector O is a reading pleasure! 5 of 5 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Enigmatic as the country,
By Avid Reader - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: Bamboo and Blood (Inspector O Novel) (Hardcover)
The idea of a North Korean inspector/detective is great. We (in the West) have trouble imagining earnest, hard-working investigators working to solve crimes in a nation that does not follow the rule of law. That is the first and primary paradox in both the Inspecter O series and the Gorky Park type books set in the former USSR.The author depicts a totalitarian stranglehold where the army spies on the police, schools are empty because teachers and students are quietly starving to death, orders can mean the opposite of what they say and innocence can mean guilt. It is a land of subtlety and nuance as is the book. The ever-present drabness and bitter cold was an integral part of the psyche, yet another obstacle to overcome in order to survive. The story (***** Warning - Plot talk - ******) centers around talks on North Korean atomic weapons and attempts to either advance or derail the talks. All the while, Israeli agents attempt to offer a trade: Cessation of missile technology in exchange for money and aid. In the midst of the cloak and dagger sleuthing, Inspector O is told to investigate the death of a woman who may have been in Pakistan. He is given no details. In other words, he is NOT to dig too deeply. He travels to New York and Zurich, observing the abundance of the West with distant melancholy. Yet he refuses to defect, whether out of duty, honor or lack of choice we can't be sure. As he probes deeper, he must watch the shifting alliances within the regime, each scheming to survive the long, dark winter. The search for loyalties is as difficult as the elusive search for the dead woman. My Grade - A+ 7 of 8 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
Mixed Bag,
By Zoeeagleeye - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: Bamboo and Blood (Inspector O Novel) (Hardcover)
It was a mixed bag for me. Yes, the guy can write. He has wit and some depth and he knows his wood. What he can't do is make much of the action plausible. He may have been a former spy, certainly not a former English teacher, for he embraces the "fallacy of imitative form," which is to say that in order to portray the cryptic, he writes cryptically. This does not work out well for the reader in terms of comprehension. In his head I suppose it all makes sense, but in mine, it doesn't. There are too many "why's" for me: Why didn't O know who Sohn was? I did. Why was Dilara even involved? Just so O could have some sex and be hit on the head? Rather irrelevant and not funny. I mean, she isn't even described. Why would M. Beret be an assumed name when his actual name and position are public knowledge? What's with the stupid woman on the bench who thought O was Chinese? Irrelevant and superfluous. Just as was O's trip to NY.But the author's most tiresome habit (besides a love affair with non sequiturs) is interspersing a great deal of prose between normal dialogue: Let's say a character asks, "What are your reasons?" Here will follow descriptions of weather, street, facial tics, funny remarks, philosophical statements, observations of character for 100-200 words. Paragraph. Then, "They are not for you to know." Hmmm, what isn't for you to know? So you have to hurry back up to the first sentence of the preceeding paragraph in order to remind yourself of how the dialogue started. Of course, it doesn't stay with you because the interspersed prose is so riveting. Who is the mutual friend who sent O the wood? I could come up with at least three possibilities, none of them terribly fitting. Why does O burn the wood? The girl murdered in Pakistan is a shaggy dog. Really, the entire book is about a low level inspector being surprised to be chosen to go to Geneva to pass along exactly one sentence to the Americans. That's it. Instead, he delivers his sentence to the Swiss but does not repeat it word for word, which is odd, especially since his boss loves code. Then he returns to North Korea fairly clueless. The cold (it's either raining or snowing) permeates the book, as does the despair and dullness of the citizens of NK and this also leaks out to the reader. There is not one happy or near-normal person in the book. It suffers due to the very lack of contrast. Unrelenting depression and anxiety can eventually be tuned out -- which I did -- but I couldn't have done it had these moods been expanded with contrasting upbeat qualities like joy or playfulness, at least a few times. For me, the characters were so opaque that they and the book never came to life. Yet I truly enjoyed a great deal of the author's prose. It was the little originalities that delighted me: Says O, "I told you I lost my temper. Not lost, actually. More like I folded it up and calmly put it in my pocket." I will do that with Bamboo and Blood. |
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