Hidden Moon (Inspector O Series #2) [NOOK Book]


In A Corpse in the Koryo, James Church introduced readers to one of the most unique detectives to appear on page in years---the elusive Inspector O. The stunning mystery was named one of the best mystery/thrillers of 2006 by the Chicago Tribune for its beautifully spare prose and layered descriptions of a terrain Church knows by heart.

And now the Inspector is back.

In Hidden Moon, Inspector O returns from a mission abroad to find his new ...

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Hidden Moon (Inspector O Series #2)

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In A Corpse in the Koryo, James Church introduced readers to one of the most unique detectives to appear on page in years---the elusive Inspector O. The stunning mystery was named one of the best mystery/thrillers of 2006 by the Chicago Tribune for its beautifully spare prose and layered descriptions of a terrain Church knows by heart.

And now the Inspector is back.

In Hidden Moon, Inspector O returns from a mission abroad to find his new police commander waiting at his office door. There has been a bank robbery---the first ever in Pyongyang---and the commander demands action, and quickly. But is this urgency for real?  Somewhere, someone in the North Korean leadership doesn’t want Inspector O to complete his investigation. And why not? What if the robbery leads to the highest levels of the regime? What if power, not a need for cash, is the real reason behind the heist at the Gold Star Bank?

Given a choice, this isn’t a trail a detective in the Pyongyang police would want to follow all the way to the end, even a trail marked with monogrammed silk stockings. “I’m not sure I know where the bank is,” is O’s laconic observation as the warning bells go off in his head. A Scottish policeman sent to provide security for a visiting British official, a sultry Kazakh bank manager, and a mournful fellow detective all combine to put O in the middle of a spiderweb of conspiracies that becomes more tangled, and dangerous, the more he pulls on the threads.

Once again, as he did in A Corpse in the Koryo, James Church opens a window onto a society where nothing is quite as it seems. The story serves as the reader’s flashlight,illuminating a place that outsiders imagine is always dark and too far away to know. Church’s descriptions of the country and its people are spare and starkly beautiful; the dialogue is lean, every thought weighed and measured before it is spoken. Not a word is wasted, because in this place no one can afford to be misunderstood.


Critical Acclaim for A Corpse in the Koryo

A Corpse in the Koryo  is a crackling good mystery novel, filled with unusual characters involved in a complex plot that keeps you guessing to the end.”

---Glenn Kessler, The Washington Post


“The best unclassified account of how North Korea works and why it has survived . . . This novel should be required bedtime reading for President Bush and his national security team." ---Peter Hayes, executive director of the Nautilus Institute for Security and Sustainable Development


“A new offering that reminds you of why you started reading mysteries and thrillers in the first place.”

---Chicago Tribune


“What's perhaps most remarkable---and appealing---about A Corpse in the Koryo is the tremendously clever complexity (and deceptions) of the plot. The reader is left to marvel at the author's ability to keep his readers on their intellectual toes for almost three hundred pages. We can only hope that Church has many more novels up his sleeve.”

---Tampa Tribune


“An impressive debut that calls to mind such mystery thrillers as Martin Cruz Smith’s Gorky Park.”

---Publishers Weekly (starred review)



“In Inspector O, the author has crafted a complex character with rough charm to spare, and in eternally static North Korea, he has a setting that will fascinate readers for sequels to come.”

---Time magazine (Asia edition)

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Editorial Reviews

Richard Lipez
One of the most weirdly appealing police procedurals this season is the second Inspector O novel. It is set in, of all places, North Korea. James Church is described by the publisher as the pseudonym for a former Western intelligence officer in Asia, and the man does seem to know his stuff.
—The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly

The former U.S. intelligence agent writing as James Church offers a unique perspective on North Korea in his standout second Inspector O mystery, following 2006's acclaimed A Corpse in the Koryo. Series hero O, an inspector with the ministry of public security, is determined to maintain some moral and professional standards while toiling in an inefficient bureaucracy where competing intelligence services spend significant time spying on each other to detect the slightest trace of ideological impurity. His assignment this time is a classic no-win: his superior directs him to investigate a bank robbery, an unheard-of crime in Pyongyang, but no one is cooperating, suggesting that the truth is not something the government actually wants discovered. O is further taxed when a visiting British dignitary's arrival apparently triggers an assassination plot that could have ramifications for the current regime. With wit and efficiency, Church masterfully evokes the challenges of enforcing the law in an authoritarian society and weds the intriguing atmosphere to a fast-moving and engaging plot. (Nov.)

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Library Journal

Last year, Church made his impressive debut with A Corpse in the Koryo; his follow-up is nothing short of brilliant. A man wearing a silk-stocking mask is run over by a bus after he has robbed a bank in Pyongyang, North Korea. The case is given to Inspector O. There is no paperwork, no evidence gathered at the scene, no autopsy, and soon no body. The political machinations within the police department and the incredible bureaucracy that intrudes in every part of life in North Korea give Inspector O the opportunity to prove what an incredibly adroit officer he is. Church is the pseudonym of a former Western intelligence officer who has traveled through North Korea. His tale twists and turns and leaves the reader gasping for more. Highly recommended. [See Mystery Prepub, LJ7/07; for another view of Korea, see the review of Martin Limón's The Wandering Ghost, p. 115.]

—Jo Ann Vicarel
Kirkus Reviews
North Korea's Inspector O investigates a daring bank robbery. Droll Inspector O begins his tale with a visit from his uptight new boss, Min, who's too anxious to sit. Min, who's replaced the looser Chief Inspector Pak, shot during a complex mission (A Corpse in the Koryo, 2006), puts O on a "category three" probe of a bank robbery, the first ever in busy downtown Pyongyang. O points out that bank robberies are never solved and wonders how the thieves got hold of silk stockings in North Korea. In response, Min warns that if O doesn't close the case in jig time, he'll be transferred to a cold and lonely outpost. The frequent verbal sparring between Inspector O and Min forms a welcome spine for the novel, which ranges far and wide. Taking a dead thief as his starting point, O soon finds himself shadowed by government agents; Min sheepishly confesses that the State Security Department is also assigned to the case. O's interview of flirtatious noodle parlor owner Miss Pyon is cut short by the abrupt death of a patron at a nearby table. His path to the final solution includes a monk, all manner of humorless government workers and his own capture and torture. O's second outing is for readers who enjoy the journey more than the destination-especially those who appreciate Church's stylish prose and incisive portrait of modern North Korea.
From the Publisher
"Church creates an utterly convincing, internally consistent world of the absurd.... From the opening line ... it's clear that the reader is in the hands of an accomplished writer.... A thoroughly enjoyable ride, way down a rabbit hole to an upside-down world."

The Boston Globe


"Nothing short of brilliant.... Highly recommended."

Library Journal


"With wit and efficiency, Church masterfully evokes the challenges of enforcing the law in an authoritarian society and weds the intriguing atmosphere to a fast-moving and engaging plot."

Publishers Weekly, Starred Review


"Stylish prose and incisive portrait of modern North Korea."

Kirkus Reviews


"O's ... protective affection for his country is clear, as are his wry humor and moments of helpless humanity."

Houston Chronicle


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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429936729
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 10/30/2007
  • Series: Inspector O Series , #2
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 753,775
  • File size: 362 KB

Meet the Author

James Church (a pseudonym) is a former Western intelligence officer with decades of experience in Asia.

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The afternoon lay strangled in a gloom of Chinese dust. Brown light, brown shadows twisted slowly over a naked riverbed. A kilometer or so beyond—distances were hard to judge against the dim, muddied horizon—a dirt path struggled up a hillside, pulling a reluctant village of broken, brown-roofed houses. A crumbling embankment crept by. A man’s head appeared. His blank eyes stared into the passing windows, then looked away, his face dusty, lungs and mouth and teeth and thoughts all gone to brown dust.

Suddenly, laughter broke out in the coach; a few passengers moved to get a better view. One woman, her voice too loud, shouted, “There!” From nowhere, a flash of color became the shiny red boots of a small girl, her hair flying behind, arms pumping, breathlessly leaping, soaring across a single patch of newly turned, black-furrowed earth. The girl waved, both hands above her head; the passengers clapped and knocked on the windows. The whistle sounded. For a moment, it pierced the shroud, and then, suddenly, it was gone. People returned to their reading, sleeping, drinking tea, anything to make the time pass. The train creaked around a bend; the red boots disappeared from view. One or two watched for another sign of spring, a forsythia bud or the faint feathered green of a distant willow. But there was nothing to see besides the wind, wandering through fields of rotting brown stubble. It was too soon. Even late March was too soon. And there was still too much damned dust in the air.

Turning from the window, I realized a man in the aisle was standing quite still, staring at me. He smiled absently when he caught my eye and nodded as if we were acquainted. For a moment, I thought he might sit down and begin a conversation, but he walked past and into the next car without a word. It was hard to tell if he had a limp or if it was just the coach swaying. I settled back to try to sleep, but the image of the riverbed stared from the edge of consciousness. Rivulets of stone fed pebbled ponds; great rivers of rock flowed to a bouldered ocean that never knew the moon. A man was walking along the gravel shore. As he passed he glanced at me, and his sallow face became a sallow sky; the image was unnerving, and worse, it would not go away. I sat up again and looked around, but the man who had been staring at me was nowhere in sight. He had been wearing a brown cloth cap, a workman’s cap, though he didn’t carry himself like a workman. There was something self-assured about him; his smile never broke even when our eyes met. I had felt off guard for an instant, but he didn’t waver; it was as if he had been waiting for me to turn to around, to measure my reaction at being observed.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that the idle smile on the man’s lips reminded me of a boyhood friend who wore a similar look when listening to the wind in the line of trees that marked the edge of our village. Often I had watched from a distance, wondering why he was smiling. Then one day I realized it wasn’t happiness but despair, a vacant smile attached to nothing, leading nowhere.

My friend, let’s call him Chung, was a year older than I, a head taller, with long legs that gave him a gait I could match only by taking a small hop every few steps. He ran faster, jumped higher, than anyone else in the village. We were neighbors, his house close to my grandfather’s. Chung’s father had been killed in the war, somewhere in the mountains on the east coast in the brutal winter of 1950. His mother never remarried. She was small and maybe a little crazy, a woman who kept to herself and rarely talked to other people except to worry aloud about her son’s health. She need not have bothered; he was never sick.

The summer before Chung and I joined the army together, we were both sent to a large cooperative farm about a hundred kilometers away to help tend the fields. Twice a month, when propaganda teams came by, we could sit on rough benches after dinner to watch a silent film playing shadows on the cracked wall of a whitewashed shed. The crickets sang but then grew still, listening to the click-click-click of the sprockets being torn, one after another, by the old projector. That was how Chung’s eyes flickered when he looked at you, a broken film playing on a hot summer night.

I turned back to gaze out the window. No, I decided, the man in the aisle was a stranger; we didn’t know each other. His smile meant nothing. At last I dozed, until with a groan and hiss of brakes the coaches bumped each other in protest, then came to rest. Stepping down to the platform, I shouldered my bag and made my way to the square in front of the station, wondering where to go to escape the windy gloom that swept the city. I set off toward a small restaurant a few blocks away, near the Koryo Hotel, where they served plain food, simple and cheap, a bowl of soup and, if they had any, a piece of fish. I needed something to wash the dust out of my throat. I needed to sit where the diners ate quietly, a place where, unlike in Beijing, people didn’t chatter loudly to no purpose. The street was deserted; no neon signs assaulted the dark. Two cars passed slowly, their lights off. It felt good to be home.

Copyright © 2007 by James Church. All rights reserved.

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  • Posted February 10, 2009

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    Hidden Moon - An Uncannily Good Read

    I have not read the first Inspector O novel, because it was sold out when I wanted to buy it. I had heard such good things about it that I decided to read the second one first. Inspector O is marvelous. He accepts that there is corruption and crippling bureaucracy everywhere, and works within the system to search for the truth. He is able to accept that the solutions to his cases may only be partial. His satisfaction is in the journey, the search for the truth.<BR/>What is outstanding in the writing style is the dialogue. It withholds enough to keep the reader glued to the page. It's witty, cryptic, intriguing and gives a real flavor to the characters. There is a very interesting dynamic between O and his superior, who realizes he is inferior to Inspector O as an investigator, but both men are comfortable in their respective roles. O would not want the work of an administrator, and his boss would not trade places either.<BR/>As for the setting, I know nothing about the culture and "feel" of North Korea, but I feel that the pseudonymous James Church gives us the sounds, tastes, smells and atmosphere of a culture very different from our own, yet similar enough that we can relate and to an extent identify. <BR/>By far the most winning feature is the main character, Inspector O himself. He lives in one room without any furniture. I think his bed is a mattress on the floor. He has no desire for riches or other material possessions. He has a strange passion for whittling and sanding small stray pieces of wood and the book is sprinkled with trivia about trees and wood. This is perhaps the only literary device that feels like a device. But aside from the wood, I was never once "taken out" of the story. I was glued from page one and couldn't put the book down until it was over.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2013

    Worth reading

    I could not put it down. A look inside north Korea that none of us will be able to experience.

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  • Posted June 8, 2010

    Not as good as Corpse in Koryo

    Inspector O is back and that's good but the plot in this book gets "hidden" along with the moon. A major character shows up much too late and isn't well developed (the Scottish detective). On the positive side the Korean politics are well handled.

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