Sara Paretsky’s V.I. Warshawski remains the most distinctive female private investigator in American crime fiction, and her continuing survival — after numerous pummellings, both physical and emotional — is somehow both plausible and (for readers) very welcome. Cover-ups and conspiracies are familiar Warshawski territory, along with keen, fiery social commitment. Destructive family secrets often crop up; families can be threatening places in V.I.’s minatory world, repeatedly echoing Philip Larkin’s view of what our mothers and fathers do to us. And often, in Paretsky’s hefty books, the emotional involvement of her detective in the cases is both ill-advised and inevitable. There is also a keen sense of loss: the slow, melancholy demise of the American dream and the optimistic ideals of Paretsky’s baby boomer generation – which is not to say that the books aren’t always exhilarating and utterly involving.
Brush Back, the 18th Warshawski novel, is set in her familiar stamping ground of South Chicago, with Vic revisiting an old neighbourhood (and a teenage boyfriend) she left years before. Her old flame, Frank Guzzo, enlists her reluctant aid in a difficult problem. His mother Stella has served several decades in prison for killing Frank’s sister Annie, a crime she claims she is innocent of. V.I.’s reluctance to help is based on the unconcealed dislike that Stella had towards the Warshawski family, but things move up a notch when Stella names V.I.’s late cousin, a hockey player (murdered in an earlier Paretsky book) as being involved in the crime. Now obliged to clear a relative’s name, Warshawski finds herself – as so often before – in the fraught territory of political corruption and equally vicious neighbourhood resentments.
Paretsky’s sleuth manages to rile even more people in Brush Back than usual, and remains as bloody-minded as ever. The wide-ranging canvas here covers everything from her own tangled personal history to murders from the past, Chicago history, ruthless gangsters and the implacable demands of family. It’s rich and aromatic, immensely entertaining — although the various baseball references (Paretsky is a fan) will be lost on most British readers.
Much-acclaimed for her non-pareil detective fiction, Paretsky is also famous for her views on serious issues: the rise of religious fundamentalism in her own country, the Iraq war, the erosion of women’s rights, infringements on all our personal liberties. And without ever allowing her fiction to proselytise, such concerns give her books provocative undercurrents that elevate them above more quotidian crime fiction. Identity, too, is a theme: not just of the murdered Annie (was she the likably ambitious girl V.I. remembers, or the cynical, amoral woman Stella claims she was?), but also the character of Victoria Iphigenia herself, never quite fixed, always somehow alienated from those around her.
by Sara Paretsky
Hodder & Stoughton, £17.99