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‘Women are the ones who know what’s going on’, she said quietly. ‘They are the ones with eyes. Have you not heard of Agatha Christie?’
There are days when I feel very grateful for the opportunity I have been given with this challenge. It has forced me to broaden my choice of reading, introduced me to writers I would not otherwise have encountered. This is one such example.
Alexander McCall Smith is an Edinburgh-based author, who came to writing from a successful career as Professor of Medical Law. In The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency he exchanges his Caledonian surroundings for the exotic locale of Botswana, with its dusty roads, diamond trade and the Kalahari desert and in Precious Ramotswe, female detective, he has created a quick-witted rival to Philip Marlowe.
The No.1 Ladies’ Detective Agency is occasionally episodic, with chapters standing in for individual cases, or short stories. Precious inherited her father’s livestock when he died and used the money from the sale of the cattle to set up her own detective agency. After a slow start she soon discovers her gentle humour, observant nature and kindness place her in high demand. While the police are all too ready to barge in and ‘solve’ cases by bringing them to the quickest end. Precious takes her time, offers her clients red bush tea, stares at the ceiling and comes to the best possible outcome.
There was so much suffering in Africa that it was tempting just to shrug your shoulders and walk away. But you can’t do that, she thought. You just can’t.
McCall Smith returns the detective novel to an earlier format, in having the private eye take the moral view on each case, which is not necessarily the same as the legal view. For one the law is not always on the side of the women of Botswana, with unscrupulous men taking advantage of tradition to mistreat their wives, or daughters when it suits them. Precious refers to herself as a modern woman. She has suffered much hardship in her life, much heartbreak and has learned that men can lie quite easily when they wish. Sometimes it is easier for the police, or doctors, or lawyers to look the other way when a woman is in need.
While the book is episodic, with Precious dealing with missing person cases, as well as a stolen car and the wandering eyes of husbands. It is the kidnapping of a child though, with the suspected involvement of witchcraft, that becomes a case that she cannot solve, lying at the heart of the novel. She is forced to turn down the traumatized parents when they come to her for help, as she can see no possible way of returning their child to them. Plus, though it is a taboo subject, if witchcraft is involved, the child is almost certainly already dead. However, Precious never stops thinking about the missing boy. She is haunted by the memory of her own child, who was lost to her due to an abusive relationship. When she discovers that the kidnapped boy’s fate is tied up with powerful and dangerous men, who could just as easily buy off the police if need be, the stage is set for a poignant and bittersweet coda.
McCall Smith writes with a generous simplicity. This is most pronounced in the chapter relating to Precious’ father and his experiences working in the South African diamond mines. The hardships of the men underground are described in a disinterested manner, which makes the stories of these miners all the more powerful. They tell themselves that they will each be eventually ‘swallowed’ by the mine, whether it be by death from rock collapse, or the choking of their lungs years later. There is a warmth and gentleness to the writing, reflected in Precious’ own personality. While she observes men hurting others, cheating and stealing, she does not give in to despair. Instead she sets up her detective agency to make a difference.
This is a wonderfully hopeful and engaging novel. I plan on reading the rest of the series when I get a chance. Recommended.