Stefaan Declerk, The Canal Whisperer (Kindle 2024)
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/209402801-the-canal-whisperer
Willem wakes to the soft sounds of the canals of Brugge. He pauses in Simon Stevin Square to look at the monument. His family name, Van Aarden, once respected, is now whispered with suspicion. As he sells his mackerel and haddock, ‘Are you really a witch?’ a boy asks.
His old cottage, once filled with family activity, holds only him now.
Martijn Janssen is opening the bakery for the day when he sees a body floating on the canal, and it’s not the first drowned body. Inspector De Vries begins an investigation, suspecting poison. Willem’s family history and proximity to the water makes him a suspect, at least for the townsfolk.
Seamstress Eva Van der Meer searches for clues about her grandmother’s past—a locket carved with some kind of cipher and a letter from a man named Isaac.
The canal victim is identified as Pieter De Smet.
Helena De Baere gets up from her desk at the University of Brugge. She is determined to clear Willem’s name. She examines plant residues, water samples. De Vries decides to bring Willem into the investigation, to utilise his knowledge of the canals.
For some reason (I didn’t catch why) De Vries and Helena think the witchcraft in Willem’s family history and mediaeval guilds have something to do with the case.
Lucas Rombout’s paintings have been vandalised. The paintings are portraits of figures from Brugge’s past, members of the textile guilds. His subject matter seems to foreshadow the drownings. He has had one customer, Emile.
With the help of Hendrik, owner of a curio shop, Eva discovers a link between her grandmother and the guilds. She finds a relative, Frederik Van Der Asten.
The first third of the narrative has not a lot of action or dialogue. The plot in Willem’s voice, develops at a languid, winding pace, much like the canals of Brugge. Beautifully written, full of lovely metaphors appropriate for a fisherman.
From the mid-point there’s a shift in tone; it gets more Dan Brown-esque, with faster moving plot, more clichéd metaphors.
I love the repeated theme of whispers—of secrets, rumours, suspicions, accusations, warnings, the sounds of the canals, the breaking of a foggy dawn, the ‘slithering of eels in shallow water’, ‘memories of old tales surfacing unbidden’, ‘like water through reeds’. There’s also a repeated theme of threads and tapestries, in keeping with the textile guild antagonists.









