The Curator (Washington Poe 3)
M.W. Craven
This is the third outing for this brilliant duo, and if you are wondering why I am only just reviewing the third in the series, when the fourth has already been released to such acclaim, it is because I have forced myself to ration this genuine pleasure.
For many writers, just creating such a compelling cast of characters would be enough. You could place these two in the centre of an average thriller and they would be good enough to carry the book, even if other aspects of the story failed to excite. Yet Craven has resisted the temptation to take the easy route. The Curator, like The Puppet Show and Black Summer before it, features an intricate and clever plot that is both shocking and ingenious. Marry it with Poe and Tilly, and you have an absolute winner. If you haven’t yet read any of this series, I recommend you start at the beginning with The Puppet Show; not because you need to – you can easily read The Curator as a standalone – but why deprive yourself of getting to know them from the beginning of their journey, and watching them evolve?
In this outing, National Crime Agency detective, Washington Poe and his analyst side-kick, Tilly Bradshaw, are called back to Cumbria to investigate a serial killer. His signature is the placing of body parts in unusual places that defy explanation, along with the cryptic code #BSC6. The opening of chapter one will ensure you think twice about taking part in the office secret Santa this year.
I’m not going to recap the plot here, to do so would deprive you of the pleasure of discovering it for yourself. Suffice to say, it is wonderfully complex, creepy and shocking. Several times Craven leads us to what appears to be the final solution, before spinning on a sixpence and showing us that, despite appearances, we’ve got it all wrong. When it finally comes, the answer is satisfying, unexpected and upsetting in equal measure.
Part of what makes these books such a pleasure to read is the interaction between the characters, but that would be nothing without Craven’s wry and humorous prose. He’s not afraid to place some of the best lines into the mouth of the narrator, rather than the characters, and you’ll find yourself laughing out loud at his witty turns of phrase. In addition, Craven has a real love for Cumbria and its breath-taking scenery (and weather). If ever there was a series that deserved to be adapted for the screen, this is it.
As to whether I am #TeamTilly or #TeamPoe – well I’m neither. They are two halves of a whole and to separate them wouldn’t work.
I can’t recommend this highly enough, and it will take all of my will-power not to go out read the next in the series, Dead Ground, immediately – maybe I’ll fill the void with a couple of the short stories, from Cut Short?
