During the last year it seems that J K Rowling has learned to hail cabs. The Tube still appears to be a mystery to her, however.
I’m reading the new Robert Galbraith. Last year it was the London travel scene that provided the only slight doubts I had about J K’s new criminal venture. I deduced – possibly erroneously – that when she was poor she’d either not spent much time in London or – understandably – not travelled much by taxi.
And once she could afford to hail cabs, she presumably was forced to travel less publicly, so never got to practise this art of getting around. That will be why she had her detective phone for a taxi, instead of waving one down in the busy street.
Cormoran Strike (that’s her detective) really can’t afford cabs, but as I read, he has just hailed one.
But I had to wince when the poor man and his hurting leg caught the Tube from Tottenham Court Road to Goodge Street. He’d have been better off walking, and better still taking the bus.
I don’t agree with the people who have said Robert Galbraith waffles, and that there is too much detail in the books. There are many crime devotees all over the world who like to see where the character in a book is going. They can follow Cormoran on the map, if they want. If they’ve been to London, they might have been to Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese, and will be delighted to read about it.
I know I would have, once. It’s the Midsomer Murders effect, and one which natives find hard to grasp.
Just please, please, get Cormoran an Oystercard and show him a bus map!
(Or, I suppose, there’s always brooms.)