When you've sold around 500 million copies of your novels, which then spawned a blockbuster film franchise and billions of pounds worth of merchandise, how boring it must be. Ok, so you've generated an industry worth billions of dollars - not so boring - but how on earth do you begin to move beyond it?
When Robert Galbraith came on the scene in April 2013 with his debut novel, The Cuckoo's Call, a classic crime set in London's Soho, he received great reviews - none of them steeped in decade-old criticism or referring to something he may have said five years ago. An enviable position, you might say. So you can understand how disappointed Mr. Galbraith would have been when his little secret came out that he was, in fact, JK Rowling.
Well its publishers, Little, Brown, are sure to sell just a few more copies of that novel... Got to give it to JK though, good effort.
Examples of some reviews:
The Cuckoo's Calling reminds me why I fell in love with crime fiction in the first place
(Val McDermid)
A scintillating debut novel . . . Galbraith delivers sparkling dialogue and a convincing portrayal of the emptiness of wealth and glamour
(The Times, Saturday Review)
One of the most unique and compelling detectives I've come across in years
(Mark Billingham)
The most engaging British detective to emerge so far this year . . . An astonishingly mature debut from Galbraith, it marks the start of a fine crime career
(Daily Mail online)
And my favourite...
JK Rowling secretly wrote a book under a different name. How very Half-Blood Prince of her.
The Dark Lord (@Lord_Voldemort7)
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