Saturday, May 21, 2016

Hypothermia (2009 Tran.from Icelandic 2009) by Arnaldur Indridason


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A murder disguised as a suicide.  A doctor, having an affair and set to inherit his wife's millions, becomes a suspect.  However, there is not enough hard evidence to arrest him.  Detective Erlendur takes on the case in an unofficial capacity.  He learns that the wife was obsessed with the 'after-life", having kept a secret for 40 years - her mother had murdered her father, and had sworn Mari to secrecy.  Was Maria seeing ghosts or was she delusional? Erlendur also began to wonder about his won brother's death in a snow storm. It does seem that the doctor got away with murder.
 

Friday, May 20, 2016

He who fears the wolf (2003) by Karin Fossum

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From:  Avidmysterywriter.com

People say that when Errki Johrma is around bad things tend to happen. He’s like a bad omen. No one wants to be around him and people keep their distance. Twenty-six year old Errki was involuntarily committed to an asylum. When the story opens, he escapes out of the asylum through a window and disappears into the nearby woods. Soon after, a local woman, in her 70’s is found dead on the footsteps of her house. She was brutally murdered. A kid with his bow & arrow runs and tells the sheriff that he saw Errki in the woods of the dead woman’s house. Inspector Konrad Sejer gets called in to investigate.
Meanwhile the story takes a surprising turn when Sejer is walking to work one morning and senses trouble before it starts. A bank is robbed and the robber takes off with the money and takes a hostage. Konrad suspects the hostage to be a woman working in cahoots with the suspect. The local sheriff tells Konrad that the robber will be in for a rude awakening when he learns who he has with him.  I guess you can say that the suspense part of the story is what will happen with the two unlikeliest pair– a murder suspect and a bank robber– trying to stay one step ahead of the law. 
HE WHO FEARS THE WOLF  is part police procedural and part psychological suspense. I’ve read THE INDIAN BRIDE and THE CALLER and while both books are decent, solid reads, Karin Fossum has yet to have a “break-out” book. This book has one of the most memorable openings.  We are inside the head of a mentally ill patient seeing all of  these visually disturbing images. The author added this element to the story very effectively.
There are certain trends or patterns to Karin Fossum’s books. She tends to write about people who don’t fit within “normal” society. Whatever that is.  She also has a tendency of humanizing her characters even the bad guys that despite their actions she can elicit sympathy from you. Especially in this book as she explains the motives behind the antagonist actions. While their crimes are reprehensible, the author likes to explore their trajectory. I guess you can say that she has compassion for her all of her characters. Everybody has a story and not everybody is 100% evil.
Karin Fossum always likes to set her stories in remote areas or small towns. Contrasting the quiet moments that are forever shattered by a crime. The crimes in these settings tend to affect the entire community, too. You also get to know the people in these communities and their reactions to these crimes are predictable and sometimes surprising. The victims are put under the microscope as well as they try to restore order to their lives.
Her main character, Inspector Konrad Sejer, is described as a tall man with hair graying at the temples. He is said to be old-fashioned and quite reserved. He’s also a deep thinker. He believes that every investigation has a psychological part or should have one. Sejer has his own angst to contend with. He’s a widower still missing his wife. The only company he has these days is that of his faithful dog, Kollberg. He finds himself attracted to a psychiatrist, the only one who believes that Errki could be innocent of the crimes people suspect he may have committed. I enjoyed their scenes together in this book.
Karin Fossum writes atypical mystery novels. She won’t be to everybody’s taste. Her novels contain complex social issues with no easy answers. In this book, the focus is on a mentally ill patient who many assume is guilty of a violent crime when that might not be the case.Thank goodness Inspector Sejer knows better than to jump to conclusions. Overall, HE WHO FEARS THE WOLF as translated by Felicity David, is a well written novel. I haven’t mentioned all the plot points as there are some twists to the story. The pacing is a bit brisker in this novel when compared to the others and the storyline was interesting. My grade, B. Source: I bought this book
Karin Fossum like many other foreign writers has had the pleasure of having her books translated out of order. This book is the third in the series and was written in 1997 and the first English publication was in 2003. The first book in the series, INTO THE DARKNESS, was just released in July 2012. US pub date is unknown at the time of this writing.
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Thanks to a great blog  Euro Crime (Karen Meek


The muder of Harriet Krohn (2004, Eng trans 2014) by Karin Fossum




A day after leaving the bludgeoned body of Harriet Krohn in her blood-spattered kitchen, Charlo Torp calmly drives to a riding stable and arranges an expensive purchase: a handsome bay gelding, trained in dressage, to be paid for by the sale of Harriet’s heirloom silver. The animal is a peace offering to his teenage daughter, Julie, who grew up watching her father feed grocery money into slot machines. But Charlo is certain he has reformed: paying off those staggering gambling debts with a bundle of cash taken from Harriet, talking his way into a job at the stable, and hoping the horse, named Call Me Crazy, brings Julie into his life again. After all, she has no idea he is a killer.
Although billed as one of Karin Fossum’s popular Inspector Sejer mysteries, “The Murder of Harriet Krohn” finds the detective mostly on the periphery; this is Charlo’s story, told from his perspective in a present-tense play-by-play of thoughts, actions and fears. Harriet appears only in the pivotal scene, her fate set when curiosity nudges her to let her guard down and take the door chain off.
The novel opens with an impassioned letter written by Charlo to Julie, feverishly explaining and excusing his behavior. He has been a gambling addict, he misses his late wife, he prizes Julie above all else. The cheerless narrative that follows takes Charlo from his plan to rob Harriet through the disastrous reality of the fatal attack and its unnerving aftermath. Like every crook and sneak in history, Charlo rationalizes his crime as a logical way of solving problems, telling himself that “he is doing what he has to do. . . . That’s what he’ll say if they catch him. I had to do it. I saw no other solution; it was a matter of survival.”
It’s more a matter of Charlo surviving his delusions. For someone who prides himself on attention to detail — dropping his bloody parka in a dumpster, attributing his windfall to an advance on his mother’s estate, stuffing Harriet’s jewelry in Julie’s old gym bag — he often seems clueless as to how badly he is failing Murder 101. A lavish pastel bouquet, bought as a clever ploy for getting inside Harriet’s home, now stares out from news photos. A fender-bender puts Charlo and his dented red Honda in the wrong place at the worst time. He visits Harriet’s grave, encountering her sharp-eyed neighbor and stammering that he didn’t know the deceased. No wonder his internal musings veer between dread and confidence. “He’s left no clues. He hasn’t, has he? He digests this first little sprouting of hope. He’s the one who’ll get away with it; not everyone gets caught.”
Konrad Sejer, the lead detective on the case, seeks the public’s help in rounding up stray facts that might finger Harriet’s killer. Unaware of its significance to her, Julie points out a line in a news story: Sejer’s career record boasts no unsolved murders. Charlo tries to shake off the sensation of being shadowed and wonders if repeated glimpses of a gray Volvo mean anything. But his cloud of worry lifts a bit as winter melts and Harriet’s murder moves off the front pages. He watches Julie compete in a horse show, thrilled by her expertise in the saddle, and tries not to fret over a recurring physical ailment.
 
Fossum depicts Charlo as an unsympathetic, whiny man who thinks he wants to be good. He is earnest, detached from his wicked deed, and even blames Harriet for causing her own murder, casting himself as a victim of circumstance: “You got in my way; you scared me with all your screeching. . . . This has marked me for life, you know. . . . It mustn’t be allowed to destroy me; it’s bad enough as it is.”
Fans of previous Sejer novels may be disappointed to find the inspector without a bigger role, and the book’s pace is slower than that of a classic police procedural. But Sejer’s skill in dealing with the surly Charlo is tantalizing to observe. Can Charlo’s endless loop of justification and denial enable him to get away with this murder? Fossum’s descriptive prose is a reminder, for criminals and readers alike, that the details that damn us are likely to be the ones that escaped us.

The nightmare (2010) by Lars Kepler

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       The Nightmare begins with two separate deaths: a young woman is murdered on a boat, and the head of the National Inspectorate of Strategic Products -- the Swedish agency that has the last say on all arms exports (i.e. whether they're permitted or not) -- is found hanged, a suspicious suicide. Detective Inspector Joona Linna is called to the scene of the suicide by a colleague, and it doesn't take him all too long to begin to put two and two together, as he sees there is a connection between these two crimes. And soon enough they realize that, as one colleague puts it: "This is much bigger than we thought".
       The woman on the boat was not alone: her sister, the activist Penelope Fernandez, and her boyfriend, Björn, happened not to be on board when the murder took place -- but they almost immediately realize they are also targets, and soon they are running for their lives.
       The novel starts out going along this basic two-track narrative, switching back and forth between Joona's detective-work and Penelope trying to escape the killer, but other tracks are layered on as well. There's Axel Riessen, for example, a former violin prodigy who is quickly approached to replace the suicide as head of the ISP -- and then quickly pressured to sign a release for a big arms shipment to Africa. Riessen has some secrets of his own, too, including the reason why he abandoned his so-promising music career decades earlier -- and the fact that he takes an underage teenage girl to bed with him every night.
       As Joona -- and Penelope -- quickly discover, the person who killed Penelope's sister is a true pro. He's exceptionally good at covering his tracks, and he's been busy, intently searching for something, which somehow has to do with Penelope. He's an awesome hunter, and there's almost nothing that Penelope can do to find herself completely safe. As Joona eventually reminds his colleagues: "None of us will meet a more dangerous human."
       It takes a while to figure out what the killer is after, but even figuring that out just presents a new mystery. It's not immediately obvious why it is worth so much to someone -- but clearly it is, as the carnage continues (there's lots and lots of carnage in this book). Joona continues digging, and he puts the pieces together -- yet even then it's difficult to get to the heart of the matter, as the mastermind behind it all proves very powerful indeed -- powerful enough to drive men to commit suicide rather than face the alternative. As a colleague tells Joona, even after they've already gotten pretty far: "The smartest thing would be to drop the case".
       Kepler keeps things moving at a nice pace. The chapters are very short -- only a couple of pages each (and in the US edition each new one begins only halfway down the page, making for lots of blanks spaces) -- and the switching back and forth relentless. Joona displays impressive insight, so the investigations skips along nice and fast, while Penelope is clever enough to keep at least half (though not a full) step ahead of the killer -- most of the time. Tossing in some quirky elements, such as Riessen and the girl in his life, as well as later the evil mastermind behind it all makes for nice (well, not so nice ...), fresh elements to the narrative that help sustain interest.
       The basic idea of 'the nightmare' that haunts some of these characters is okay; the novel's Swedish title translates as 'The Paganini Contract' in the original, and the musical connection is a bit forced, but by the time readers get to it the thriller has gone so completely into fantasy-land that it more or less fits right in.
       The Nightmare largely succeeds -- and is an improvement over the previous volume, The Hypnotist -- because it is a pared-down, bare-bones 101 thriller. Everything -- and especially the writing (and translation) -- is at its most basic here. So too the succession of events and revelations. The thing is, it's all done very competently: the writing is basic, but it's rarely truly bad. The novel is written -- and unfolds -- at a ten-year-old's level, but it does so very well, and comes as a considerable relief to the overwritten, overwrought Scandinavian (and other) thrillers that have become the norm.
       Sure, Kepler goes overboard too -- there are some ridiculous elements as well, such as an excursion to the German embassy, or the idea that Riessen could identify a musical moment as: "Measure 156 in the first movement of BĂ©la BartĂłk's Second String Quartet" -- and certainly the concluding scenes get kind of silly. And the idea that an arms sale could go through so easily and quickly after the suspicious death of the head of the agency who is supposed to approve it is also a bit much to pin so much of the novel on. But even all this is just thriller 101 stuff, and, again: it's done fairly well.
       The Nightmare is a true light read, aspiring to nothing more. Yes, it's entirely forgettable, but it does just fine as a pass-time read that offers well-paced thrills and little more.

Thank you - M.A.Orthofer, 13 October 2012

The affair (3013) by Colette Freedman

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After eighteen years of marriage, Kathy Walker has settled into a pattern of comfortable routines—ferrying her two teenagers between soccer practice and piano lessons, running a film production business with her husband, Robert, and taking care of the beautiful Boston home they share. Then one day, Kathy discovers a suspicious number on her husband’s phone. Six years before, Kathy accused Robert of infidelity—a charge he vehemently denied—and almost destroyed their marriage in the process.
Now Kathy must decide whether to follow her suspicions at the risk of losing everything, or trust the man with whom she’s entwined her past, present, and future. As she grapples with that choice, she is confronted with surprising truths not just about her relationship, but about her friends, family, and her own motivations.
  



Thanks to Goodreads.

Note:  The husband is a weasel who dows not deserve either woman with whom he is involved. He wants his Kate and Edith, too.




Tuesday, May 17, 2016

The skeleton road (2014) by Val McDermid

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Cold case detective Karen Price, with forensic help, determines the identity of a skeleton in an Edinburgh tower of an abandoned Gothic building. The remains are those of a Croatin generl who migrated to the UK with Professor Maggie Blake. his love.  Sleuthing reveals that the general was a war criminal from Serbia/Croatia.  Maggie's best fried. Tessa, had uncovered the truth and killed him.  There is much history of the Yugoslav Wars 1991-2001.

Thank you Goodreads.

After he wreck, I picked myself up, spread my wings, and flew away by Joyce Carol Oates (2013)

An excellent YA novel.  The daughter causes a car accident in which her mother is killed.  The daughter goes to live with her aunt's family.  She must attend  new school where she encounters a friend who is less than desirable.  She must learn to accept love again.

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After the Wreck, I Picked Myself Up, Spread My Wings, and Flew Away [from Goodreads]
In the raw was how the world felt now. My feelings were raw, my thoughts were raw and hurtful like knife blades. . . . In the blue had been my place to hide, now In the raw there was nowhere to hide. Jenna Abbott separates her life into two categories: before the wreck and after the wreck, Before the wreck, she was leading a normal life with her mom in suburban New York. After the wreck, Jenna is alone, trying desperately to forget what happened that day on the bridge. She's determined not to let anyone get close to her -- she never wants to feel so broken and fragile again. Then Jenna meets Crow. He is a powerfully seductive enigma, and Jenna is instantly drawn to him. Crow is able to break down the wall that Jenna has built around her emotions, and she surprises herself by telling him things she hasn't told anyone else. Can Jenna bring herself to face the memories she's tried so hard to erase?

Thank you Goodreads. 

Silver girl (2011) by Erin Hilderbrand

Terrible.  Read it if you don't believe me.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

1222: A Hanne Wilhelmsen Novel (Trans 2011 by Marlaine Delargy) by Anne Holt

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Trapped in a snowbound Norwegian hotel as a blizzard rages and a murderer prowls, retired police inspector Hanne Wilhelmsen is reminded of one of Agatha Christie's most satisfying novels: "Twenty-four hours ago, there were 269 people on board a train. Then we became 196. When two men died, we were 194. Now there were only 118 of us left. I thought about Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None. I immediately tried to dismiss the thought. And Then There Were None is a story that doesn't exactly have a happy ending."There's a definite Christie-ish flavour to Anne Holt's 1222, and the author has even described the book as a homage to the queen of crime.
The latest in the swarm of Scandinavian thrillers to hit our shores in the wake of Stieg Larsson and Henning Mankell, it is distinctly less grisly than its predecessors, preferring to focus on the puzzle rather than the murders, and leading up to a wonderfully Poirot-esque I've-figured-it-all-out speech from Hanne.
After a train crashes high in the Norwegian mountains, the survivors, wounded but initially optimistic, battle their way through the snow to a nearby hotel, 1,222 metres above sea level. As the temperature falls and the tension between factions – a Muslim couple and a shrill right-wing television presenter, hoodied youths and shady businessmen – rises, people start to die, and it's up to Hanne to puzzle out what is essentially an icy version of the locked-room mystery.
Paralysed from the waist down after a bullet hit her in the spine, Wilhelmsen is as enjoyably antisocial as the best detectives always seem to be, while the presence of an armed guard on the top floor of the hotel, concealing something – or someone – which had been hidden in the sealed last carriage of the train, adds extra spice to the mystery. Holt depicts the mounting blizzard with a sure hand, the "snow so deep that there was no one alive who could remember anything like it", the "immense covering of air and frozen water that stretched from Hallingdal to FlĂĄm".

Indian Bride (2001 Trans 2005) by Karin Fossum

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When perpetual bachelor Gunder Jomann goes to India for two weeks and comes home married, the town of Elvestad is stunned. On the day the Indian bride is supposed to arrive, the battered body of a woman is found in a meadow on the outskirts of town. None of the "good people of Elvestad" can believe that anyone among them would be capable of such a brutal murder. But in his quiet, formal way, Inspector Konrad Sejer understands that good people can commit atrocious deeds, and that no one is altogether innocent—including the cafĂ© owner who knows too much, the girl who wants to be a chief witness, and the bodybuilder with no outlet for his terrible strength.

Another brilliantly conceived, dark novel from one of Europe’s most successful crime writers.


Thanks to Goodreads


The water's edge (2009 ) by Karin Fossum


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The Water's Edge (Inspector Konrad Sejer #8)
A married couple, Reinhardt and Kristine Ris, are out for a Sunday walk when they discover the body of a boy and see the figure of a man limping away. They alert the police, but not before Reinhardt, to Kristine’s horror, kneels down and takes photographs of the dead child with his cell phone. Inspectors Konrad Sejer and Jakob Skarre begin to make inquiries in the little town of Solberglia. But then another boy disappears, and an explanation seems more remote than ever. Meanwhile, the Ris’s marriage starts to unravel as Reinhardt becomes obsessed with the tragic events and his own part in them.

A riveting portrayal of a community—its insiders, its outsiders, its fissures, and its secrets—from Norway’s "Queen of Crime," Karin Fossum.
   


Thanks to Goodreads.

The Sandman (2012 Trans 2016) by Lars Kepler

It’s become almost axiomatic in recent years that just about any crime fiction by just about any Scandinavian will be dark, complex, enthralling, and generally brilliant.
The arithmetic-minded might also suppose that crime fiction written by two Scandinavians together is bound to be twice as dark, complex, enthralling, and brilliant as a one-author Scandinavian crime novel.
The Sandman, although it has already hit some best-seller lists, achieves some reverse math.
It would be wrong to say it’s only half as fine as its peers, but it is fair to say that Lars Kepler is, say, no Jo Nesbo.
In fact, Lars Kepler is — are? — actually Alexandra Coelho Ahndoril and Alexander Ahndoril, a married couple — each of whom also conducts a solo writing career under her and his own name.
Together, they produce the Kepler series featuring police officer Joona Linna, of which The Sandman is the fourth entry.
Its opening is terrific.
A young man is stumbling in a snowstorm toward Stockholm over a railway bridge. He is Mikael Kohler-Frost, and he has been missing for 13 years, along with his sister.
He was declared dead seven years ago, although his father, a successful novelist, has never quite given up hope that his children are still alive.
His reappearance obviously comes as a shock to not only his father, but also to police, who have figured the two youngsters were among the many victims of a superlatively vicious and dangerous serial kidnapper and killer named Jurek Walter.
For years, Walter has been stashed in hyper-secure conditions in the psychiatric wing of a Stockholm prison, his victims all presumed dead.
He’s so shrewd and sinister, a Silence of the Lambs sort of character, that no one is allowed to be in his presence alone — a rule that anyone can see will be broken, if it hasn’t been already, by some naive, hapless, or corrupt soul.
Mikael’s reappearance in the world puts a desperately new spin on the Walter case, though.
The young man has a terrible tale to tell of years spent, with his sister, in the darkness of a small bunker, sustained by meagre supplies from the hands of someone unknown.
Mikael has never seen the person, but refers to him as the Sandman, for his methods of sleeping-drug dispensing.
When, inexplicably, Mikael gets a chance to escape, his sister is left behind, which adds considerably to the urgency of figuring out where she is, where other still-missing and possibly dead or alive victims may be and, also crucially, who Walter’s long-unrecognized accomplice may be.
Because clearly he has had one, or Mikael and his sister would long since have died without sustenance.
Jurek Walter’s arrest years back came at the hands of series protagonist Detective Inspector Joona Linna, who is especially haunted — and eager — because Walter once took revenge on the family of a police colleague, and now may be threatening Linna’s family, as well.
And so the fraught and frantic investigation rushes on.
The Sandman has plenty of speed, suspense, and twists of plot, as well as the ever-popular gore, menace and awesome cruelty.
But in characterization, plotting, resolution and style, it’s like a 490-page mass-market knock-off of the real couturiers of Scandinavian crime fiction — propelled not by its particular substance, but by the barely camouflaged technique, both easy and simple, of flat, declarative sentences within short, snappy, onrushing paragraphs.

Thanks to Joan Barfoot, a novelist living in London

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

The stone-cutter (2004 trans. 2008) by Camilla Lackberg

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One of the series featuring local detective, Patrick Hedstrom and his wife-to-be Erika.  Set in Fjallbacka a 7 year old girl is found dead in the harbour.  Efforts to find her murderer opens up nasty behaviours by many - her father, his father and his wife's mother, Lilian.  The past was cruel to Lilian. Is that why she poisoned both her husbands and killed the granddaughter.

Dislike the hosrtor component of the story.  And I was a history major!

Skylight confession (2007) by Alice Hoffman

Red haired Arlyn met her husband after her father dies. Fate brought the man to her house.  She then perused him at the university and his home.  They married. Then her 6 year old son, Sam, dis poorly after she dies of cancer.  But Arlyn's ghost appeared to the father and to the new nanny, who kept the family together.  Blanca loved her brother Sam, even though she was 6 ears younger, Sam became a drug addict while years later Blanca discovered that her "father'' was not her father.  Sam lost his life to drugs.