Will He Kill Her, Or Will He Love Her?

Darling Jim by Christian Moerk (Holt pbk, 2010)
Reviewed by Cindi DI Marzo
Prophets and madmen use the same door to people’s hearts, don’t they? They always grab hold of your hope and start turning the handle until it gives, whether you want them to or not.
–A warning from Gatekeeper
Celtic mythology contains a mind-boggling cast of otherworldly spirits: good, bad, mischievous and those with irresistible charms marking them as tricksters and thieves. Such shapeshifters endanger all who encounter them on back roads and in the forests of Ireland, Scotland, Wales, Cornwell, Brittany and Galicia. To many inhabitants in rural areas today, the voices of wee folk and Druids echo in unconscious creeds and consciously upheld superstitions. Still considered power places, standing stones in sacred circles draw natives, tourists and true believers.
Former Warner Bros. movie executive Christian Moerk set his first novel published in the States, Darling Jim, in one such locale, Castletownbere, a small fishing port in County Cork, Ireland. Sexy, leather-clad Jim Quick rides into town on a fiery red vintage motorcycle, initiating a chain of grisly events. His first victim: 24-year-old teacher Fiona Walsh, who falls head-over-heels for his implied danger, impish smile and x-ray eyes. A sensible girl when compared to her renegade younger sisters, twins Róisín and Aoife, Fiona can swear and drink the best of ‘em under the table. In the Irish language, “Fiona” means “fair”; Róisín, “Dark Rose” and Aoife, “joyful.” Their names sum up the girls’ physical features and obvious personality traits: Fiona the girl next door obsessed with Egyptian history; Róisín the tattooed loner addicted to shortwave radio; and Aoife the flower child earning her bread as taxi driver. Beneath the surface, each sister resists easy definition; just when you think you have their “type,” unexpected facets emerge. Fiercely loyal to each other, they share a finely tuned sense of justice. When push comes to shove, most who know the Walsh sisters would bet against their adversaries. That is, before Jim Quick arrives.
A foe equal to Walsh sister solidarity, Jim, as Fiona describes, “was a force of nature there’s no name for yet, unless that word is ruin, fury and seduction.” A male Shéhérazade, or seanchaí in Irish tradition, Jim’s storytelling finesse rivals his movie-star looks. Unlike the Persian queen from Richard Burton’s 1885 The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, though, Jim does not spin tales to preserve life. He creates intricate webs of malice, murder and mayhem. If Moerk’s novel sounds like yet another gothic thriller, it is–with a twist. Like Stieg Larsson’s The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and Carlos Ruiz Zafón’s Shadow of the Wind, Darling Jim surpasses genre and, with enough press and word-of-mouth, could rank among these predecessors on bestseller lists. In fact, Fiona, Róisín and Aoife are close cousins, separated by a few intervening countries, to Larsson heroine Lisbeth Salander. As strong women, they define Girl Power for the 21st century.
Raised in Copenhagen, Denmark, Moerk convincingly captures the quaint setting, quirky dialogue and prickly characters of small-town Ireland. His ability to write like an insider is one marvel among Darling Jim’s many wonders. While working for Warner Bros., Moerk traveled to Ireland to oversea shooting of Neil Jordan’s films Michael Collins and The Butcher Boy. (Jordan set his latest film, Ondine, in Castletownbere. For www.studio-online.com’s review of Ondine, click Film on the menu bar). In an essay closing the book, Moerk explains that Darling Jim germinated from three seeds: his visit Castletownbere, a village “spilling over with hidden stories”; a kid on an old motorcycle; and a newspaper reporting deaths of three women from County Kildare, apparently from starvation. Similarly, Moerk’s novel develops in layers, with diverse threads winding like twisting country roads through narrative accounts and diary entries. A master storyteller himself, Moerk reels in his audience with multiple perspectives and clues judiciously doled out like crumbs in the forest. Along with readers, the novel’s anti-hero Niall, an aspiring illustrator daylighting as a Dublin postal clerk, follows the trail. Niall believes that if he can draw the scenes related in Fiona’s and Róisín’s diaries, he might solve the many puzzles presented in them.
Moerk packs Darling Jim with fairy tale imagery (wolves lurking in the woods; a wicked stepmother figure; a wheel chair-bound wizard) and magical symbols (twins, keys, a bride). References to legendary figures old and new (Amenhotep, Jesus, Elvis, JFK, Tom Cruise, Obi-Wan Kenobi) and ubiquitous features of modern life (cigarette butts, phone cards, Hello Kitty stickers) have an unsettling effect, as if time stood still while barreling forward at breakneck speed.
Despite Gatekeeper’s warning broadcast by radio to a scheming Róisín, Moerk leaves little doubt about Jim Quick’s identity. Neither prophet or madman, Quick is a cold-blooded killer. The true mystery at the heart of Darling Jim pivots on a question as old as the hills. And the answer to it solves the greatest mystery of all: love. Fiona never stops wondering whether Jim will kill her or love her. It’s a fine line between love and violence, and she cannot fathom the distance.
Surprisingly, Moerk’s gothic tragedy spins gold from a rum deal. Although the cards are stacked against the Walsh sisters, readers should place their bets wisely.






















