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First published in Great Britain in 2015 by Sphere

Publishing House INOSTRANKA®

Galbraith writes with humor and warmth unusual for the detective genre; he guides us through all the intricacies of the plot so skillfully that we lose track of time.

The Seattle Times

Cormoran Strike completely captures the imagination of readers with his very appearance... Galbraith's talent is evident in the way he describes the life of London and how he creates a new hero.

Strike has a heroic past behind him. Even now, every now and then, he shows heroism, although he does not strive for it at all. The illegitimate son of an aging rock idol, he has never enjoyed the benefits that his half-brothers and sisters get... He thinks a lot, but it turns out completely organically for him. Strike has great potential. It would be a crime not to pay attention to him.

Strike and his assistant Robin (playing the same role that Salander played for Blomkvist in Stieg Larsson's books) become a real team whose further adventures the reader will look forward to every time.

An incredibly captivating story based on touching relationships. The book is swallowed in one gulp.

An extremely powerful story... "The Cuckoo's Calling" turned out to be the calling card for a whole series of novels and reminded me why I fell head over heels in love with the detective genre.

Val McDiarmid

It was a real pain to put this book down - I wanted so much to know what would happen next. Galbraith is a master of psychological portraiture; the characters in the novel stood before me as if they were alive. The Cuckoo's Calling is a new love of mine, and Galbraith is an outstanding new talent.

Peter James

(Sunday Express)

A detective story you can't tear yourself away from.

And here is the best translated detective of the season, and not only because of the stunning intrigue - the level of storytelling culture is very high: three-dimensional, memorable characters, excellent dialogues, witty author's comments.

Poster Daily

Dedicated to Sean and Matthew Harris: You can use this dedication as you wish, but only - only – not for tinting eyebrows

It was not possible to completely wash off the blood. Beneath the nail of the middle finger of his left hand, there was a dark line in a parenthesis. He began to clean it, although its very appearance reminded him of yesterday’s high. For a minute he tried unsuccessfully to scrape it off, and then, putting his finger in his mouth, he tried to suck it out. The iron-hard claw still smelled of the stream that uncontrollably poured onto the tiled floor, splashed the walls, soaked his jeans and turned the peach-colored terry towels - fluffy, dry, neatly folded - into a pile of bloody rags.

This morning all the colors became somehow brighter, the world became more beautiful. Calm came, her mood lifted, as if he had absorbed her entirely, as if he had poured her life into himself. When you kill, they all become your property: even sex does not bring such complete ownership. Just the sight of them at the moment of death is worth it - you get sensations that the proximity of two living bodies cannot give.

With pleasant excitement he reflected that not a single soul knew about his affairs and plans. In peace and contentment, sucking his middle finger, he leaned his back against the wall, warmed by the dim April sun, and did not take his eyes off the house opposite.

The house is not at all luxurious. Ordinary. There is no doubt that it is more comfortable than that kennel where yesterday’s bloody rags were drying in black garbage bags, waiting to be burned, and behind the pipe under the kitchen sink the knives he had brought, scrubbed with bleach, gleamed.

The house opposite had a garden surrounded by a black fence with a rather neglected lawn. Two white entrance doors, almost right next to each other, indicated that this three-story building, after renovation, housed lower and upper apartments. A certain Robin Ellacott lived on the first floor. Having made some efforts to find out the name of this girl, he silently called her only Secret Girl. And here she was: flashing through the bay window, easily recognizable thanks to her unusual hair color.

Spying on Sekretutka was a nice bonus, like a free application. He had a couple of hours of free time, and he came to look at her. Today is a day of rest between yesterday’s victories and tomorrow, between satisfaction from what has been done and anticipation of what’s to come.

The door on the right suddenly swung open; Sekretutka came out of the house, but not alone.

Without looking up from the warm wall, he turned in profile to this couple and began to look at the far end of the street, as if he was waiting for someone. They didn't pay the slightest attention to him. The two walked side by side on their way. Having given them a head start, a minute later he decided to follow.

She was wearing jeans, a light jacket and low-heeled boots. Under the rays of the sun, her long curly hair took on a slightly ginger tint. He saw some tension in the relationship between this silently walking couple.

He read people like an open book. So yesterday’s girl, who gave up her ghost among a pile of bloody towels, he first read and charmed.

With his hands in his pockets, he lazily followed the trail of these two - as if in the direction of the shops; On a beautiful sunny morning, his dark glasses looked completely natural. A light April breeze moved through the tree branches. At the end of the street, the couple turned left onto a wide, busy avenue lined with office complexes. The plate glass of Ealing District Hall gleamed in the sunlight.

Now Sekretutkin’s neighbor, or maybe her roommate or someone else, clean-shaven, with a square chin, turned to her with a conversation. She answered briefly, without a smile.

What petty, low, dirty creatures women are. They get mad with fat - they want to be appeased. This one will be cleansed only when it lies before you, dead and empty; only then will she become mysterious, untainted, even beautiful. She will belong to you alone, she will not be able to argue, break free, or run away - do with her what you want. Yesterday's bloodless corpse turned out to be heavy and pliable: his toy, his human-size doll.

Robert Galbraith

In the service of evil

First published in Great Britain in 2015 by Sphere

Publishing House INOSTRANKA®

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Galbraith writes with humor and warmth unusual for the detective genre; he guides us through all the intricacies of the plot so skillfully that we lose track of time.

The Seattle Times

Cormoran Strike completely captures the imagination of readers with his very appearance... Galbraith's talent is evident in the way he describes the life of London and how he creates a new hero.

Daily Mail

Daily News

New York Times

An incredibly captivating story based on touching relationships. The book is swallowed in one gulp.

The Telegraph

An extremely powerful story... "The Cuckoo's Calling" turned out to be the calling card for a whole series of novels and reminded me why I fell head over heels in love with the detective genre.

Val McDiarmid(Guardian)

Peter James (Sunday Express)

A detective story you can't tear yourself away from.

Financial Times

Poster Daily

Dedicated to Sean and Matthew Harris: You can use this dedication as you wish, but only - only – not for tinting eyebrows

I choose to steal what you choose to show
And you know I will not apologize –
You're mine for the taking.

I’m making a career of evil…

Blue Öyster Cult. "Career of Evil"Lyrics by Patti Smith

2011 This Ain't the Summer of Love

The door on the right suddenly swung open; Sekretutka came out of the house, but not alone.

He read people like an open book. So yesterday’s girl, who gave up her ghost among a pile of bloody towels, he first read and charmed.

Now Sekretutkin’s neighbor, or maybe her roommate or someone else, clean-shaven, with a square chin, turned to her with a conversation. She answered briefly, without a smile.

Now he was following Secret Girl and her boyfriend through the Arcadia shopping center, looming behind them like a ghost or a deity. Could the Saturday crowd have seen him, or was he miraculously transformed, acquired a double life, received the gift of hiding from prying eyes?

They stood in line at the bus stop, and he hovered nearby, as if looking at an Indian restaurant, a pile of fruit in a grocery store, cardboard masks of Prince William and Kate Middleton in a newsstand window, and he watched the reflection in the glass.

They prepared to leave in eighty-three. He didn’t have much money in his pocket, but he still wanted to watch her - not to deprive himself of pleasure. As he walked up the steps, he heard her boyfriend call the driver “Wembley Central.” Now all that was left was to buy a ticket and follow them upstairs.

At the front of the cabin, the couple found two seats side by side. He settled down nearby, next to the sullen aunt, who had to remove shopping bags from the seat. Through the hum of passenger voices, snippets of conversation occasionally reached him. If Secret Girl was silent, she looked joylessly out the window. As she straightened her hair, he noticed the bride's ring on her finger. So, she was getting ready to get married... well, well. He hid the semblance of a smile in his raised collar.

The warm afternoon sun penetrated the bus through the streaks of window dirt. All the empty seats were taken by a crowd of guys, some in red and black rugby uniforms.

It suddenly seemed to him as if the radiance of the day had faded. Those jackets with the crescent moon and star on them gave me unpleasant thoughts. They brought him back to those times when he did not at all feel like a god. He did not have the slightest intention to stain and stain this happy day with memories, and vile ones at that, but the elation instantly began to disappear. He was angry (especially since his attention was captured by a teenage boy from the same group), but he managed to look away, got up from his seat and began to move back towards the stairs in alarm. At the door of the bus, a father and his little son were holding tightly to the counter. Anger exploded in his chest: why doesn’t he have a son himself? More precisely, why doesn’t he have a son now? He imagined how the boy stood next to him and, throwing his head back, looked at him with adoration; but he had not had a son for a long time, and all because of a scoundrel named Cormoran Strike.

Sep 26, 2017

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Title: In the Service of Evil

About the book “In the Service of Evil” by Robert Galbraith

The novel "In the Service of Evil" is the third book in the series about detective Cormoran Strike, coming after "The Cuckoo's Calling" and "The Silkworm". British writer JK Rowling is hiding behind the pseudonym Robert Galbate. Auto admitted that the pseudonym helped her receive fair criticism and the reader avoid high expectations. In any case, Rowling has long wanted to try her hand at the crime detective genre, and judging by the three novels released so far, she is succeeding. According to the author, the title of the novel is inspired by the song “Blue Oyster Cult,” references to which are found throughout the text.

The action of the novel “In the Service of Evil” takes place in 2011, a year after the events described earlier. Cormoran Strike's detective agency is thriving, its owner is doing what he loves, and secretary Robin Ellacott is preparing for her wedding and finishing the detective course her employer sent her to. True, not everything is so rosy. Robin's place of work and the very personality of the smart, colorful and charming owner of the detective agency evoke a wave of jealousy in Robin's fiancé, Matthew. The girl considers these impulses to be unfounded and is very angry.

One day, while receiving his daily mail at work, Robin receives a package containing a woman's severed leg. And although the package is addressed to her, Robert Gelbate's character is sure that this threat is addressed specifically to him. And it was not a stranger who sent her, but someone whom Cormoran knew before. The package also contains a note that quotes the lyrics of the Blue Öyster Cult song “Mistress of the Salmon Salt (Quicklime Girl).” This is a sign for Strike, because this is the quote that was tattooed on the body of his deceased mother.

The heroes of the novel “In the Service of Evil” have four suspects. All of them are in one way or another connected with Cormoran Strike, they all have a criminal past and they are all now free and living in the outskirts of London. The detective and his secretary begin their investigation in parallel with the police.

Robert Gelbate's crime detective is, first of all, a full-fledged English novel that is no worse than the classics. It vividly and fully shows the life of modern London. The characters turned out to be just as lively and colorful. The relationship between an inexperienced girl and a war veteran beaten by life is not only another romantic story, but also a story about human relationships, care, kindness and understanding. The gloomy atmosphere of a crime detective only highlights the depth of the story.

The book “In the Service of Evil” once again proves that JK Rowling has a very great talent in literary work. Her stories are always original and unusual, and she can write not only children's fairy tales, but also books for adults.

When you read the work “In the Service of Evil”, it becomes really creepy. I would like to quickly figure everything out and dot all the i's. The main characters are extraordinary personalities, because only they manage to solve all the riddles. The whole story is permeated with mysticism and coldness, but it’s still impossible to tear yourself away. It seems that this could only be written by a man who knows all the intricacies of the criminal world, as well as the secrets of investigative activities. But no, women today can excel in any matter, including detective writing.

Cormoran Strike - 3

Cormoran Strike completely captures the imagination of readers with his very appearance... Galbraith's talent is evident in the way he describes the life of London and how he creates a new hero.

An incredibly captivating story based on touching relationships. The book is swallowed in one gulp.

An extremely powerful story... "The Cuckoo's Calling" turned out to be the calling card for a whole series of novels and reminded me why I fell head over heels in love with the detective genre.

A detective story you can't tear yourself away from.

Spying on Sekretutka was a nice bonus, like a free app. He had a couple of hours of free time, and he came to look at her. Today is a day of rest between yesterday's victories and tomorrow, between satisfaction from what has been done and anticipation of what's to come.

The new detective story of Rowling's friend has already been released and the American publication USA Today published a short review of the book, which ultimately received 4 stars out of 5.

Will it surprise anyone that J. Rowling has become one of the best contemporary crime writers? Do you think the answer to this question is Voldemort? Of course not!

Career of Evil is the third and perhaps the best novel in the series about private detective Cormoran Strike, which Rowling wrote under the pseudonym Robert Galbraith. True, the use of a pseudonym is incomprehensible, because the secret has long been revealed.

However, the pseudonym allows the children's literature star to take on more creepy and twisted things than when she worked on the Harry Potter series.

In Career of Evil, she invented a serial killer that sends chills down our spines as a terrifying yet thrilling read:

He was unable to wipe off all her blood. A dark line, like a bracket, lay under the middle nail of his left hand. He began to scratch at it, although he quite liked seeing it there: a reminder of the pleasures of yesterday.

Didn't understand? Became interesting? Of course!

Who is this sadist? Someone has a grudge against Cormoran and his charming assistant Robin (whose soul lies in investigations). We realized this when a bag containing a severed female leg was placed at the office door. Inside is a note with the lyrics to a song by the old Blue Oyster Cult band, which Cormoran's mother loved. There are other painful memories with the severed limb: Strike lost his right leg in Afghanistan.

Before you think about Hannibal Lecter, Strike names three people from his past who have come under suspicion. Each of them despises the war veteran for good reasons.

Galbraith's new book is the stuff that makes your heart skip a beat - Nick and Nora's updated story about the relationship between the sullen Strike and the adventurous Robin, engaged to Matthew, who views it all with a sense of doubt. It's 2011, and the action takes place against the backdrop of a royal wedding (Rowling really has a knack for subtle English humor).

The plot moves at the perfect pace and is full of surprises, all played with impeccable detective logic. But this book is not for the faint of heart. Men commit acts of extreme cruelty. Men who hate women and little girls are reminiscent of Stieg Larsson's worst characters.

But it's Strike and Robin's tenacious pursuit of justice and touching humanity that captivates us in a way that no career of evil could.

Notes:

Blue Oyster Cult is an American rock band formed in 1967. The group is considered one of the pioneers of heavy metal. During its existence, 13 studio albums were released. Famous songs include (Don’t Fear) The Reaper, Burnin’ for You, Godzilla, Black Blade.
Hannibal Lecter- a character in the novels of Thomas Harris. An educated psychiatrist and surgeon, but at the same time a serial killer. Stands on the same line as Conan Doyle's Professor Mariarty.
Nick and Nora- characters from the detective novel “The Thin Man” by Dashiell Hammett. Nick was a private detective, and Nora was his wife.
Stieg Larsson- Swedish writer and journalist, author of the Millennium trilogy.

Translation prepared by label, Actani