Between watching the ‘80s era Soviet spies in FX’s The Americans, and tensions running high over Russian activity in the Ukraine, it almost seems like the Cold War never ended. In fact, due to a European consulting firm being brought into my workplace, I’m seeing Russians all over my building. One can only hope things don’t reach a point where I have to take to the hills and go all Red Dawn. Wolverines!!
With all this red scare stuff going on, it seemed like a great time to revisit this old favorite. It’s the early ‘80s and three bodies have been found under the snow in Moscow’s Gorky Park. Their fingertips have been removed and their faces peeled off to prevent identification. Militia chief homicide investigator Arkady Renko discovers an enemy of his from the KGB on the scene, showing an interest in the bodies. This can only mean trouble. As he reluctantly begins to investigate the murders and realizes that one of the bodies was an American, Renko wants nothing more than to dump the case on the KGB. He’s pretty sure they killed those people anyway. However, Renko soon finds himself embroiled in schemes that may mean he’s the only one who gets punished for trying to be a detective in a society that doesn’t want to admit that crime exists at all.
The hook here is that it’s a mystery set in the Soviet Union. Even though that era has come and gone, it’s still incredibly interesting to get this peek behind the old Iron Curtain. Martin Cruz Smith didn’t just give us a procedural of how Soviet cops worked. He also provided a view of an entire country living under a system where covering your own ass had become an art form and logic rarely entered into it. It’s kind of like working for a corporation, only a corporation can’t ship you off to Siberia if you rock the boat too much. (Or at least they can’t yet. I probably shouldn’t give them any ideas….)
Even though this has plenty of Soviet political intrigue and an international aspect to it, this doesn’t feel like a spy story. That’s mainly because of Arkady Renko. During this reread, I found myself comparing Renko to one of my favorite fictional detectives, Matt Scudder. They’re both pragmatic men who don’t see the point in fighting a system that’s inherently corrupt. But there’s a quiet streak of idealism in both that believes some crimes have to be answered for. Renko is stubborn, with a sly talent for screwing up the plans of powerful people. There’s a great worn down but not beaten element to the character.
Smith also had excellent timing when he created Renko. Through the next several decades, he could use his detective to give us mysteries that are also glimpses of what it’s been like for Russians through the fall of the Soviet Union and the aftermath today.