Review by DAPHNE LEE THE INSPECTOR BANKS SERIES: AFTERMATH
By Peter Robinson
Publisher: Pan, 352 pages
(ISBN: 978-0330489348)
Aftermath, the 11th Banks mystery, did not even begin life as part of the series, which proves that Robinson is not given to trotting out made-to-measure crimes for his protagonist to solve. In his official website, the author describes the origins of the story (inspired by actual serial murders in Canada, where he resides, and in England) and how it developed, from a close study of the results of physical and sexual abuse on the lives and behaviour of individuals to an exploration, of the same, from a wider, social perspective that necessitated the involvement of the authorities ... and detective Chief Inspector Banks.
Aftermath is, thus, not a traditional whodunit. The emphasis is rather on ''why'' and ''how''.
The scene is set when the police answer a call reporting a domestic violence. However, what they discover is a much more heinous crime. A woman lies bloody and unconscious, but in the cellar of the house, a teenaged girl is found, tied, beaten and dead. It appears that the police have uncovered the lair of a wanted serial killer called The Chameleon, and just as the truth hits them, the murderer attacks. The ensuing violence results in one of the police officers acting in a manner that will put her career and sanity on the line, and leaves her partner dead and the killer in a coma.
For Banks, who is heading the investigation, the apprehension of the murderer opens a whole new can of worms. The man, Terence Payne, appears to be a respected schoolteacher at a local comprehensive. No one would have guessed that he was capable of such dark deeds as the abduction, rape, torture and murder of five young women, one of who was a student of his.
But what about his wife who was found unconscious on the scene? Banks is unwilling to accept that Lucy Payne was oblivious to the fact that her cellar was used as a torture chamber and burial ground, all the more so when questioning reveals an enigmatic, secretive facade and hints at a manipulative personality lurking behind the guise of an abused and ignorant wife. In addition, there is the case of Janet Taylor, the police constable who will have to be investigated for assaulting Terence Payne. In this matter, Banks is torn between the law and his conscience, protocol and populist sentiment. Fully aware that the public would probably view Payne's death as poetic justice, Banks is, however, forced to launch an inquiry into the officer's actions.
For readers who are familiar with Banks, the ongoing exploration and development of the character must be part of the attraction of Robinson's novels, not least because his personality and personal life most realistically colour his actions and reactions. The fact that Banks's professional integrity is never compromised has as much to do with his personal beliefs, as with his role as a fictional hero. And his instincts, based equally on cool logic and inexplicable gut feeling, are frequently proven wrong. Banks, in short, is a wholly believable character - complex, fallible, human.
Robinson does add some extra touches which, to me, are a little predictable and old hat, like Banks's enjoyment of classical music (do all fictional British detective inspectors have to prove that they are of more romantic, tragic stock than their colleagues through their taste in music? And why classical? Is it supposed to reflect a more cultured, intellectual and superior taste?) and a pretty turbulent love life, although this may be a genuine job hazard.
Still, Banks is one of the more accessible characters in the genre - more sympathetic than Morse (Colin Dexter), more attractive than Adam Dalgliesh (P.D. James), and less egotistical than Thomas Lynley (Elizabeth George).
In Aftermath, he is faced with an arguably darker, more disturbing situation than any of the others have. It is his relentless objectivity and persistence that lead the investigation to greater depth, uncovering vital evidence that have lain hidden for years and would have been ignored but for his refusal to compromise and accept the most convenient solutions.
Robinson handles the subject matter (abuse, both sexual and physical, towards both children and adults) with objectivity and stark realism. He is never unnecessarily graphic in his description, but neither does he shirk from presenting the facts baldly and boldly. Reading about such a case in a newspaper would be difficult enough, without the in-depth examination and acquaintance of victims and perpetrators a fictional novel affords.
As difficult as it is to stomach some of the novel's contents, Aftermath is a compelling and rewarding read, highlighting the fact that the effects of a crime may be so far-reaching that although the criminals have been brought to justice, the damage they have done is merely the beginning of a long, painful journey that will claim many more victims before it runs its course.
