Who Sent the 50 Red Roses to Cormoran Strike’s Office in ‘Career of Evil’?

coeSo, where were we? Denmark Street, London, just off Charing Cross Road. Right. Have you got the picture in your head? Good. Here’s a question from a serious reader about an event in Career of Evil you probably didn’t think too much about, one that takes place on Denmark Street as Robin and Cormoran enter #26 (Career, p. 253).

Hi john!! Just finished COE. Wondering if you know why jo never confirmed who the roses were from or what the card said. I was so curious if they were def from Matthew & what he wrote! Or if they were from Laing. But we never got the info. I know Jo doesn’t drop bald so it was purposeful & I guess it didn’t matter as much as it mattered to me? What do you think?

I answered promptly that I didn’t think this was the big deal Sondra thought it was — what the Ents call “hasty.”

Dear Sondra,

A delight to hear from you.

I’m listening to the Robert Glenister audio CDs of Career of Evil now and just heard the pivotal chapters in which the red roses appear. Because of your email I was paying particular attention to the neglected note that came with the roses. And of course you’re right — the roses are neglected and thrown away without the note being read.

As I’ve written already, the roses that appear in the critical central chapters are pointers to both the white roses of the wedding at story’s end and the ‘flowers in season’ critical clue for Cormoran’s breaking Ray William’s alibi. I’d note, too, that they arrive by courier and are unwelcome markers of misogyny to Robin, they are echoes of the leg she received in chapter 2. 

It may be a stretch, but it could be that Rowling is linking Matt and Laing as two men who both understand women as selfish creatures that are easily manipulated to his preferred usage (‘abusage’). Because I cannot think of anyone else who could have sent them, Robin’s explanation about Matt’s dad seems satisfactory to me.

Let me know if you think of a credible rose sender other than Matt!



Here’s the thing. After a little reflection (and conversation with my fellow HogwartsProfessors), I’m not really satisfied with the answer that I gave to this question from Sondra. There is a character we all know — and dread? — who would have sent red roses and an amorous note to Cormoran’s and Robin’s business address. Let’s walk through the Line Up of suspects to pick out the probable perp.

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Visiting Cormoran Strike’s Pub and Denmark Street Premises in London

eros1On my trip home from Swansea University in Wales, I had six hours on a Friday afternoon to see London. Which, of course, is absurd. I decided, though, to see one thing in London rather than lounging in the Heathrow hotel. I was going to see where Robin and Cormoran work, where he lives, and where they both have gotten drunk in their grief about lost loves. I jumped on the tube for Picadilly Circus.

The ride in was a delight and Picadilly was in its splendor this cool Friday afternoon. Tourists, local youth, and shoppers made the eight point intersection around the statue of Christian Charity (‘Eros’ to Robin and to most others) hum with activity and excitement. It was relatively easy to imagine Matt on one knee and Robin (and the bums) enjoying his proposal.

eros2Having started my London adventure where the Strike novels begin, more or less, I asked a bystander who looked as bemused and entertained as I felt how I could get to Charing Cross Road, my avenue to Denmark Street and Tottenham Pub. He told me he’d just use his phone to find out, with the hint of impatience suggesting I could use my Smart phone to do that myself. I held up my flip Dumb Phone and he nodded. Turns out he was a German tourist. I was from farther out-of-town, he confessed, and he pointed me down one of the many streets meeting at the statue from every point of the compass.

And off I went. It reminded me quite a bit of NYC’s Time Square but there were more open public spaces for busker musicians and street performers. Every intersection seemed to buzz with people eating and drinking and watching the magic before them. I was at Charing Cross in only a short walk, a busy avenue without any of the pedestrian openness of the Circus and environs.

cursed1I was excited to be approaching Cormoran’s street, home to his flat and his business premises. Thinking about the Peg-Legged Private Eye I was startled to be thrust back to earth by another piece of Rowling’s imaginative universe. The Palace Theatre in London’s West End, well, it’s three blocks from Strike’s digs. ‘Harry Potter and the Cursed Child’ almost knocked me off my feet with the surprise I felt on stumbling over it on my way to something no one else was interested in.

But there was quite the crowd milling about the front of The Palace Theatre and the great majority were taking pictures of themselves standing in front of the over-sized signage and symbol of the play. I asked a young couple to take my picture and they were happy to oblige. They had me on distance traveled; they hailed from Australia and were very serious Harry Potter fans, they assured me.

d17I walked on, a little dazed from that bit of Potter Mania while in search of Rowling’s neglected hero’s home. And then there it was: Denmark Street.

Denmark Street just off Charing Cross Road is a peculiar avenue, odd even for the delightful interplay of architecture across centuries pervading London.

The building that Strikers believe are his premises and flat is number 26. For why they believe that, please take your first trip (it won’t be your last) to the Google Maps guide to Cormoran Strike’s London.

d6Number 26, the building with the black door and which formerly had a club on its ground floor (since moved 3 1/2 miles north) has the appearance of being abandoned and suitable for demolition. No joke. I think part of the roof may already have collapsed into the top floor.

The street, though, is something else. A jumping place!

The street isn’t even half a football pitch long, is narrow enough that traffic is one way (and slow moving as it intersects with the very busy Charing Cross), and none of the buildings can be less than two centuries old. I’d say more than one or two could be three hundred, easy.

d7I asked a young woman on a smoke break from a shop across Denmark Street from the seemingly abandoned 26 if she would take my picture in front of the black door. I told her it was the home of Cormoran Strike and explained who he is when she gave me a blank, suspicious stare. Harry Potter? Big fan. Cormoran who? The bloke you take your smoke breaks with!

d3And they’re almost all music shops! A majority of those are guitar stores, new and used, three stories tall, privately owned, selling guitars for decades. One website I read calls Cormoran’s home and business address “a centre of the British music industry.”

But the oddest thing? Right around the corner (and the streets aren’t on a grid, so Cormoran’s flat, if it is 26 Denmark Street, looks around the corner…), is St Giles in the Fields Church, Church of England.

St Giles’ is an amazing place. Took my breath away, truth be told, it was so unexpected and the interior so beautiful. Pictures here, history here. Not a mention in three books — and it’s ten steps from the Strike premises? Curious.

st-giles-3Ramshackle street of homey guitar stores and fronts in odd colors — to Georgian majesty. A string orchestra of ten players was practicing in the church when I stumbled in and they were playing period music fit for the church’s dedication (and playing very well indeed).

I vaguely recall some mention of the plague victims burial place in the Strike novels (or was it a novel set in Philadelphia with Small pox corpses buried beneath a park? memory…) but I don’t remember this neighboring church being mentioned as the landmark it is.

st-giles-4Robin’s guidebook at the story start would have been all about this at she tried to find the address… I’m glad ‘Cursed Child’ hadn’t opened or she would have been obliged to mention that.

I did go to The Tottenham Pub, too, now The Flying Horse. Even a one legged man could make it there in two minutes on a slow day. The pedestrian of one or two legs cannot fail to notice the skyscraper and parking garage construction all about in this area. Pneumatic drills? You betcha. And cranes and trucks — and a lot of noise. Just like the books.

horse1I had skipped lunch and it had been quite the day since my hurried breakfast in south Wales. I was really looking forward to a Doom Bar with fish and chips at Cormoran’s preferred pub. But it was not to be.

The lady behind the bar had never heard of Cormoran Strike — and, no, really it’s true, they don’t serve Doom Bar. And I was struck by the proportions of the place. It looked like someone had tried to perform an ‘inside bigger than the outside’ spell and sneezed so they got something like the reverse. Smaller and narrower than I imagined it, as in one third to one quarter the size I pictured.

horse2Beautiful, intimate, and no food (I didn’t go to the separate room and bar downstairs which, by name at least, was a different establishment; did Cormoran go downstairs?). I took my ale to the very back, about fifteen steps from the front, and introduced myself to an older couple. They were in from Kent for the day and more than happy to take my picture. I should have asked them to take all the pictures because the beer on my empty stomach drowned whatever photography skills I ever had.

horse8If Bluey raised his voice at the very back of this pub, they heard him in the street and everything would have stopped in between. 25 people in this place fills every seat and place to stand at the bar. The paintings and the ceiling light were just as described. The pub feel of neighborhood and privacy and clubbishness that Cormoran prizes in the Tottenham — I got it. Time to go home.

Walking with a nice buzz of ale and a mission accomplished, I meandered back down Charing Cross Road. I looked down one side street and, egad, The Mouse Trap, Agatha Christie’s landmark drama in St Martin’s Theatre. I ran down to and asked the lady at the ticket window how late that night’s performance went. Too late for me to be sure I could get back to Heathrow that night. Bummer.

church1And then I saw it. Another abandoned stone church from centuries past, this one on Charing Cross Road right where I’d turned off to walk into the Trap. I hadn’t noticed it on my way in or on my second trip by. The House of Black? This beautiful and once magnificent church was all but invisible now, surrounded by modern businesses with neon and inviting window displays. England was once a Christian country but no more. The museum piece of St Giles could not obscure the sarcophagi of the faith on every other avenue.

London confirmed what struck me again and again in Wales, where there were two empty or converted church buildings for every one that was active. On one side of a road on the walk back from the University into downtown Swansea there was a stone church that had been made into a mosque and Islamic Center. Immediately across the street from it, a cathedral sized building had chains around its gates and a sign that said it had been sold to a restaurant. My host told me the restaurant was zoned and approved to become a pole-dancing night club. A snap-shot of the fall of the West at one intersection.

foylesI window shopped and entered every book store, new and used, on my way back down Charing Cross and then to Picadilly and the Tube Station. That filled my afternoon wonderfully, if I dreaded the next day of travel with even more books. I picked up a copy of The Fellowship at Foyle’s, the F. A. O. Schwartz of book sellers and began to read it even as I walked about, trying not to look too much like a tourist, but unable not to marvel at the work a day majesty of the West End buildings, legacies of Imperial and Fin de siecle Londoners.

strike-fanI stopped at one of the many tourist trap shops, every one five or six times the size of the Tottenham Pub, in Picadilly for souvenirs my sons would enjoy. That took a while. I found just the things, though, to tie the bow on my perfect day in London in search of the Doom Bar Detective. Arsenal Football Club caps. Will anyone in Oklahoma City understand what the hat insignia mean? I doubt it, but the young Strike afficionados wear them proudly.

granger-potter-hoodie-orangeLots of Cormoran Strike news to come — the teevee shows will be on HBO, Robin Ellacott has been cast, et cetera, et cetera. I’ll be reporting it (or reading the post here) when I get back from CONjuration 2016 in Atlanta this weekend. If you’re still undecided about next week’s election — “Canada or Mexico?” — don’t forget that you can write in the names of heroes you love, if only as a protest.





Cormoran Strike News: Book Four in February 2017? BBC Strike only 5’10”? Absurdity of a Short Doom Bar Detective

COETwo big pieces of news about J. K. Rowling’s Cormoran Strike mysteries!

The really important but anything but certain revelation is that there are Twitter Rumblings about Cormoran and the release date of Book 4, still untitled. The reporter at the link above speculates that we could be reading what Louise Freeman has suggested will be the London Olympics story (in parallel with Goblet‘s Quidditch World Cup) as early as January or February next year.

(The Rowling Watcher’s logic in play? “She talked about Book 3 in April the year it was released in October, therefore her mentioning this in August means we have six months to go…”).

The second news drop is much less speculative and much more disturbing.

The BBC has supposedly cast the actor to play the Doom Bar Detective on television, Tom Burke. He’s reported to be the right age and sufficiently scruffy. My question, though, is ‘How tall is he?’ The girth he can take on via a fat suit, but another Daniel Radcliffe height mismatch in casting I think means we’re in troubled waters for a successful adaptation. Cormoran doesn’t grow up in his story; he’s named for a Cornish Giant for a reason.

burke-1Who cares about the teevee show? I do, me, Mr. Kill Your Television. Because just maybe a teevee show of any quality will be the fracking we need to start Cormoran Mania’s first gusher. [Sorry, fracking is on my mind today. Whole lot of shakin’ goin’ on here!]

The reporter for both these articles? Andrew Sims, formerly a big player at MuggleNet, still a MuggleCast podcaster, and now founder of Hypable.com. Sad that he seems to be the only media type interested in the Peg-Legged PI.

Oh, no! The word on the street is, egad, handsome Tom Burke is only 5’10.”

Really? A Cormoran Strike actor who isn’t even six feet tall? I fear, too, that Tom Burke’s 5’10” is a Hollywood measure, which means he is a tape measure 5’8″ in lifts. Can you say “Disaster”? [Read more…]

J.K. Rowling and the Phantoms in the Brain

BrainsAs best I can recall, brains only came up once in the Harry Potter series. There was a “Brain Room” in the Department of Mysteries in Order of the Phoenix, that contained a tank with green liquid and a number of “pearly white” brains floating in it. When a mentally-addled Ron foolishly Accio-ed one out, it flew through the air, attacked him with tentacles that “looked like ribbons of moving images” and left scars on Ron’s arms that even Madame Pomfrey was hard-pressed to remove. But the message is clear: in the wizarding world the study of the brain, and, by extension, the mind, is relegated to the Unspeakables, and considered an area of scholarship too dangerous to be shared with the general public, putting it in the same realm as other mysterious forces of the universe such as love, space, death and time. Thoughts, according to Madam Pomfrey, “leave deeper scarring that almost anything else.”

career_of_evilIn the Cormoran Strike series, Rowling moves the study of the human mind into the scientific realm, by making its female protagonist, Robin Ellacott, an ex-psychology student, intent on a career in forensic psychology before a sexual assault interrupted her university studies. As a professor of psychology and neuroscience, I have already documented through Harry Potter that Rowling seems familiar with the diagnostic criteria of multiple Muggle psychiatric conditions.  She also seems to have provided a realistic account of Robin’s mental breakdown after her assault and the way she overcame it.

VSRamachandran_zps47ada994As we know, Rowling does not write anything without doing a “ridiculous amount” of research, so it is hardly likely that she would write an entire series of novels about an amputee without educating herself about the medical facts regarding such an injury. After reading the first three books of the series, I am now convinced she consulted one of my favorite neuroscience writers, Dr. V.S. Ramachandran, author of Phantoms in the Brain (1998), A Brief Tour of Human Consciousness (2004) and The Tell-Tale Brain (2011). Ramachandran’s books present fascinating case studies about people with seemingly bizarre neurological conditions. So far, three of the conditions he describes have turned up in the Comoran Strike series. [Read more…]

Five Revelations about Robert Galbraith and Cormoran Strike in J. K. Rowling’s NPR Interview with Barrie Hardymon

2013Jo Rowling sat down last month to talk with Barrie Hardymon of National Public Radio’s ‘Pop Culture Happy Hour’ about the third Cormoran Strike novel, Career of Evil. You can listen to the full interview and see a few excerpts here; the unedited and as-close-to-verbatim-as-I could-manage interview transcript in full is at the bottom of this CormoransArmy.com post.
As interviews go, it was fun. There was so little confrontation and so many softball ‘out of the park’ opportunities for the guest that I suspect the questions may have been provided or vetted, but more on that later. Here below the jump are five things we learned in this fun-fest about the writing of Career of Evil and what the author wants us to know about same. [Read more…]