Well, I came back to the Galbraith story universe. After the last time I was unsure if I would. The detectives Galbraith (Rowling) has created in Cormoran Strike and his assistant Robin are, again, fascinating characters. And the delivery of the story is, as expected, well done. But the world they inhabit and the mysteries they unravel are again quite unpleasant.
This time around it is not the seedy world of professional models, but rather the conceited world of authors. One assumes Rowling could be tapping into personal experience for this one, and, if so, I feel sorry for her. The writers in this murder mystery are a bunch of pompous, sexually perverse and obsessed people less interested in story and more in metaphysics and navel gazing.
Then again, that has to be pure fiction, no? Or, at the very least not a literary world that Rowling inhabits. The authors portrayed here could not be making much money in the real world.
I am sure I will come back for the next Cormoran Strike adventure, though. If I was interested enough in our heroes to make it through this disturbing case I can make it through anything.