Doors (and Windows) Blowing Off

(This review of Adrian McKinty’s latest crime novel, ‘I Hear the Sirens in the Street’ published by Serpent’s Tail originally appeared in the Sydney Morning Herald on April 6, 2013).

According to Ian Rankin’s blurb for ‘I Hear the Sirens in the Street’, this crime novel ‘blew’ his ‘doors off’. To which I might add, ‘and it rattled my windows too’.  Given the context, Northern Ireland in the 1980s, the explosive metaphors are apt.

 Adrian McKinty has a way with words. Try this selection of bons mots from the first twelve pages: entropic, simulacrum, ostinato, glissando, dissonance and kakistocracy.  I had to look that last one up. It means  ‘government by the worst of men’.  I am now deeply indebted to McKinty for introducing this useful noun into my repertoire.  I intend to use it on a daily basis as the occasion demands.

 Now sample some of McKinty’s cultural references from Chapter One, bearing in mind the period setting: Chopin, Saint-Saens, Arvo Pärt, Paul Weller, The Bay City Rollers, Jackson Pollock, Dallas the TV series, The Outlaw of Gor and Willy Loman (the salesman who ‘died’ in Arthur Miller’s play) – or rather think  ‘Willy Lomanesque’ since with a deft suffix, McKinty turns a character into an adjective.  Inventiveness is part of the McKinty repertoire too.

 While the eclectic vocabulary and the cultural allusions are diverting in themselves, they are there in the service of a plot, and it’s not a bad one at that.   Detective Inspector Sean Duffy of the Royal Ulster Constabulary and Detective Constable McCrabbin have been called to a deserted factory where an overzealous, superannuated security guard opens fire on them despite their protestations:

 ‘We’re the police!!’

‘The what?’

‘The police!’

‘I’ll call the police!’

‘We are the police!

‘You are?’

 Note, McKinty has an ear for dialogue.

 Duffy and McCrabbin are tracking a blood trail, as reported by the nightwatchman, which leads them to dumpster containing a suitcase into which the torso of a well-preserved man in his 60s has been stuffed.

 As the security guard dry heaves behind them, the two professionals conduct their initial assessment of the corpse with the cool detachment of those only too familiar with dismembered bodies. But then this is bomb-blasted Northern Ireland, several years into a civil war.  The shops and cafes are boarded up, the parks and playgrounds are vandalised while ‘bored ragamuffin children of the type you often saw in Pulitzer-Prize-winning books of photography’ are sitting ‘glumly on the wall over the railway lines waiting to drop objects down onto the Belfast train’.  Forget the Pulizer-Prize winning photographer, McKinty has the ability to capture an image in words which say it all.

 Duffy’s daily routine is a grim one. Coffee and a quick check under his BMW for any ‘mercury tilt’ explosives before he heads off on the job of identifying the torso in the suitcase:  a task which is repeatedly diverted by other emergencies including, for  example, a ‘half hearted sort of riot’ on a depressed housing estate fuelled by petrol-filled milk bottles. It’s hard to get things done in the midst of an on-going battle.

 Throughout it all, Duffy keeps his cool – and for the most part, his sense of humour. Despite the shenanigans of civil war, this is a funny book which benefits from a knowledge of recent history. Take the fictional Duffy’s visit to the ‘real’ American DeLorean car factory in West Belfast based on convenient waste ground. The fact that John DeLorean went bankrupt in 1982 casts an ironic glow over an encounter which ends with Duffy seducing his secretary armed with a few nifty Starsky and Hutch moves and a bowl of spaghetti carbonara. 

 I Hear the Sirens in the Streets concludes with a teaser for the next in the series, And in the Morning I’ll be Gone.  Expect more doors to be effectively blown off.


About Sue Turnbull

I am Professor of Communication and Media Studies at the University of Wollongong where I manage the Bachelor of Communication degree. My research interests include the study of media audiences, television studies in general and crime in particular. I also review crime fiction for the Sydney Morning Herald and The Age am a convenor of Sisters in Crime Australia - a crime writers and readership network.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s