Stephen Hayes reviewed The Psalm Killer by Chris Petit
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4 stars
Twenty years ago I read [b:The Monkey House|4985|Welcome to the Monkey House|Kurt Vonnegut|https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1381107552s/4985.jpg|438581], where a detective has to try to solve a murder case in the middle of a civil war, where different factions are taking pot shots at one another in war-torn Sarajevo. This one, published about the same time, is very similar, except that it is set in war-torn Belfast about ten years earlier.
In both cases the temptation is not to bother too much, and simply ascribe any unexplained deaths to "sectarian violence" and leave it at that. But of course if they did that there would be no story. But there is also the danger that if the detective solves the crime, the interests and deeds and loyalties of powerful figures might come to light.
In this case, the killer publishes verses from Psalms in newspapers with each killing, almost as if wanting to be found. …
Twenty years ago I read [b:The Monkey House|4985|Welcome to the Monkey House|Kurt Vonnegut|https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1381107552s/4985.jpg|438581], where a detective has to try to solve a murder case in the middle of a civil war, where different factions are taking pot shots at one another in war-torn Sarajevo. This one, published about the same time, is very similar, except that it is set in war-torn Belfast about ten years earlier.
In both cases the temptation is not to bother too much, and simply ascribe any unexplained deaths to "sectarian violence" and leave it at that. But of course if they did that there would be no story. But there is also the danger that if the detective solves the crime, the interests and deeds and loyalties of powerful figures might come to light.
In this case, the killer publishes verses from Psalms in newspapers with each killing, almost as if wanting to be found.
The two main detectives in the case, Cross and Westerby, have no first names, or at least the reader is not told them. This calls to mind Inspector Morse of Oxford, whose first name was not known even to his closest colleagues on the force. I'm not sure what the purpose of that is -- to depersonalise them? But they are the strongest characters in the book. Perhaps to show that they are puppets, manipulated by forces beyond their control.
Despite a few puzzling plot holes this one is a very good read, and shows how the exercise of trying to find the "good guys" in conflicts like these is almost impossible. There is no "war on terror" here, there are just terrorists against terrorists, with ordinary people as the victims.