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Arnaldur Indridason

Books

Inspector Erlendur: Jar City (2000/2004), Silence of the Grave (2002/2005), Voices (2003/2006), The Draining Lake (2004/2007), Arctic Chill (2005/2009), Hypothermia (2007/2009), Outrage (2008/2011), Black Skies (2009/2012), Strange Shores (2010/2012)

 

 

Inspector Erlendur

 

Jar City (2000/2004) translated by Bernard Scudder

Inspector Erlendur is a detective inspector with the Reykjavik CID. He’s a divorced loner with a terrible relationship with his two grown children, both of whom have issues with drugs.

The body of an old man is discovered in his apartment. It looks like a crime of passion, but a cryptic note makes the crime seem like much more. And a look at the old man’s past turn up plenty of reasons someone might want to kill him. Except the obvious suspects have been dead for years.

I love mysteries, and I’ve come to love mysteries set in other other countries, so I picked up this book. A trade paperback copy. Several years ago. And never picked it up to read, solely because it’s a trade paperback.

So when Amazon came out with its KindleMatchBook, I picked up an Kindle version of the book. This I read almost immediately.

First, make sure you read the introduction about Icelandic names–everyone goes by their first names (or first and middle names), even formally and professionally. I admit that my unfamiliarity with Icelandic names did make keeping track of characters a bit difficult; I totally took advantage of the Kindle x-ray tool, to remind me of who’s who in the story.

I really liked the mystery, though I can’t tell you precisely what bits I especially liked without giving away part of it.

As is typical for police thrillers, Erlendur is a bit of an asshole.

“Are you worried about your paternity?” Erlendur asked…

“Everyone always said I never resembled my father or mother or anyone else in my family.”

“I’ve always had that feeling too,” Erlendur said.

“What do you mean?”

“That you were a bastard.”

But an amusing one, at times.

Quite enjoyable and I do want to read more of this series.
Rating: 7/10

Published by Minotaur Books

Re-Read: Jan 2017

Inspector Erlendur works for the Reykjavík police, and he and his colleagues are called to an apartment where and old man was murdered.

The elder son, 9 years old, was not as cautious as his father and quick as a flash he was in the neighbour’s sitting room. A moment later the child came back and said there was a dead man in the flat, and he really didn’t seem too perturbed by it.

A cryptic message left on the body confuses far more than it clarifies, so they start looking into the man’s past for clues.

“Do you know what comes into my mind when I think about that suicide? It’s not the blood in the bath. Not my sister lying in the red water. Not the cuts. It’s Kolbrún in the shop, buying the razor blades. Handing over the money for the razor blades. Counting out the coins.”

Erlendur is a very difficult man, although one who is good at his job. He is hard to like, being brusque and rude, and he has a terrible relationship with his children, the older of whom is a drug addict, and the younger (who is out of rehab) barely speaks to him.

“That’s a nasty nosebleed,” Erlendur said and examined Sigurdur Óli’s nose. “Nothing else though, nothing serious. There are no cuts and your nose isn’t broken.” He pinched it tight and Sigurdur Óli let out a shriek of pain.

“Oh, maybe it is broken, I’m no doctor,” Erlendur said.

But yet, there is something.

Erlendur turned around and walked away, wondering how God, if he existed, could possibly justify allowing someone like Rúnar live to an old age but taking the life of an innocent 4-year-old girl.

And as the books go on you learn more baout Erlendur’s past, about how he came to be as he is.

As far as the mystery, it’s a rather fascinating story, going into the how crimes against women were treated in the past, of a Jar City, and genetics. (Iceland has a fascinating database that tracks genetic traits for the entire nation.)

“A crow starves sitting,” she said eventually.

“But finds flying,” Erlendur completed the proverb.

Interesting terms:
rising damp
scent card

It’s a very interesting mystery, and I highly recommend this series.
Rating: 8/10

Published by Minotaur Books

Silence of the Grave (2003/2006) translated by Bernard Scudder

This is the second book I’ve read by Arnaldur Indridason, and the second in his Inspector Erlendur series.

This mystery is also quite different from other mysteries I typically read, but also quite good.

There are two parts to the story–the tale set in the past of a battered woman and her life with her abuser and children, and the tale set in the current, where human bones are discovered in a construction zone.

First thing of note, I found the discovery of the bones (at least the discovery by the adults) to be both hilarious and rather disconcerting. It’s so very vivid and startling, but also something that one that does not seem at all far fetched.

Second thing of note, was the life of the abused woman–it was absolutely horrifying, and a reminder of how much things have changed. When police would show up at a house, find a woman bruised, bloody, and battered, and tell her she must have provoked her husband. And attempts to escape are foiled and fail. That portion of the story was heart breaking. Especially her realization that she cannot leave. She can only endure.

I was also quite amused by the archaeologist brought in to uncover the bones.

She listened to him rambling away until she lost her patience. “How long has he been in there?” she asked.

“Difficult to say,” the geologist said in his deep voice, assuming an academic pose. “It needn’t be long.”

“How long is that, geologically speaking?” Elínborg asked. “A thousand years? Ten?”

And of course, I continue to be fascinated by Erlendur. Probably because I can appreciate his darkness.

Spring and summer were not Erlendur’s seasons. Too bright. Too frivolous. He wanted heavy, dark winters.

Heavy, dark winters. I too appreciate them.

Again, I’m glad that Amazon offered these books on sale, else I might not have come across them, and that would be a shame.
Rating: 8/10

Published by Picador

Re-Read: Jan 2017

The second Inspector Erlendur book finds Erlendur, Sigurdur Óli, and Elínborg called to a construction site, where a boy has found a human bone. A quick inspection discovers more bones–a skeleton dating back to probably WWII.

The skeleton is to be dug up by an anthropologist, who insists on doing things properly and taking time, giving them plenty of time to search for missing persons and see if they can find out who might have lived on the lot previously.

We also see Eva Lind miscarry and end up in the hospital in a coma, and–most interestingly–we learn more of Erlendur’s past. The event that formed the core of who he is.

But underneath all that is the story of an abused woman in the 1930s and 40s. It’s horrifying to see how women were treated then–and in some places still are treated.

She had seen the vicar who told her that a good wife does not leave her husband. Marriage was sacred in the eyes of God and people had to put up with much in order to keep it together.

“Think about your children,” the vicar said.

“I am thinking about the children,” she replied, and the vicar gave a kindly smile.

That line is rather haunting when we return to the modern timeline and learn just what happened to those children.

Bonus geology!

“This green line here,” the geologist said and pointed to a stratum in the lowest part of the wall. “This is ice-age clay. These lines at regular intervals here,” he continued, pointing further up, “these are volcanic tuff. The uppermost one is from the end of the fifteenth century. It’s the thickest layer of tuff in the Reykjavík area since the country was settled.

Interesting terms:
extortionate
rang off
wobbler

In addition to learning about Erlendur’s past, we also catch glimpses of just why he is a good cop.

“Did you find anything down there?” she asked, and Sigurdur Óli knew that behind this helpful-sounding remark she was in fact actually trying to wheedle information out of him. It didn’t occur to him that she might be lonely, which was the impression Erlendur had just minutes after entering her gloomy house.

It is hard to read the bits of the past, of the woman who was regularly beaten by her husband, and whose children were threatened by their father. But it is a good mystery, and one of my favorites in this series.
Rating: 9/10

Published by Minotaur Books

Voices (2003/2006) translated by Bernard Scudder

There has been a murder in one of the fancy hotels. A particularly nasty murder, with a man in a Santa suit, in a compromising position, stabbed to death. Inspector Erlendur and the rest of the police have been called in, but nothing is at it seems, from the man himself–a doorman who lived in a small room in the basement–to any possible suspects.

First, Erlendur seems more and more curmudgeonly with each book, but that doesn’t make the story any less enjoyable or him less likable.

He didn’t listen to modern music. For a long time after hearing people at work talking about hip-hop he thought it was a variation of hopscotch.

That is just marvelous.

Second, I like that there are other cases going on, despite the rush to discover who murdered the doorman.

Third, Erlendur becomes more and more sympathetic as we learn more about his past–the event that all but destroyed his childhood. I can’t imagine such an event and a loss at that age. And although we’d learned about the event in a previous book, this time we learn more of the reactions of the rest of his family, and more of how it changed and shaped Erlendur.

It’s quite interesting.

Also, I learned what Gullfoss and Geysir are (a waterfall and a geyser in Iceland) so that’s just a BONUS.

One last thing–pay attention to how the murder victim is referred to as the story progresses. It’s fascinating how he changes from Santa to the doorman to a man with a past and a history.
Rating: 7/10

Published by Minotaur Books  

Re-Read: Feb 2017

A hotel worker is found dead in the tiny closet in which he lived in the hotel. His drawers are down and he has been stabbed repeatedly.

‘Is he up or down?’ Erlendur asked.

‘Up or down?’ the fat manager puffed. ‘Do you mean whether he’s gone to heaven?’

‘Yes,’ Erlendur said. ‘That’s exactly what we need to know…’

‘Shall we take the lift upstairs?’ Sigurdur Óli asked.

‘No,’ the manager said, casting an irritated look at Erlendur.

Erlendur is still an ass, but yet I can’t ever bring myself to dislike him, especially as we learn as the serious progresses about his past.

(T)he boy was never discovered. It was crucial to find the body. Until then, he was not dead in the proper sense, only lost to them. The wound remained open and immeasurable sorrow seeped from it.

Erlendur fought that sorrow alone.

All the crimes are sad, but this one feels sadder, as Erlendur slowly uncovers the past to the dead man, and how he ended up living at the hotel acting as a maintenance man.

Eva Lind is still a mess here, but Erlendur actually meets a woman.

Interesting terms and phrases:
grampus
sellotaped
todger
wolf in his voice
St Thorlac’s Day
Gullfoss and Geysir
dossing

I do like this book and this series.
Rating: 8/10

Published by Minotaur Books

The Draining Lake (2004/2007) translated by Bernard Scudder

Lake Kleifarvatn is draining, and no one is quite sure why, but what they do know is that as it drains, things are being uncovered. In this case, one of the scientists discovers the body of a man who obviously had been killed and his body thrown in the lake to hide it, but the draining lake exposed the crime, and now Erlendur Sveinsson and his fellow detectives are investigating a crime committed decades ago.

‘So he was sunk?’ he said.

‘He hardly did it himself,’ Sigurdur Óli blurted out. ‘He wouldn’t really go out onto the lake, tie himself to a radio transmitter, pick it up, fall over on his head and still take care to end up in the lake so he’d be sure to disappear. That would be the most ridiculous suicide in history.’

This book has two points of view—the views of the police investigators and of the murderer as he writes about, and reflects upon the past, and what led to the crime.

This is, of course, a police mystery.

Forensics technicians wearing white overalls were hurrying across the sand in his direction. They were carrying a tent and bags full of mysteries.

But it’s also much more.

Erlendur continues to watch his daughter, Eva Lind, spiral downward. It seemed as if she couldn’t sink any lower, yet, she manages to do so.

That part is terribly depressing. It also serves to alienate you (or me, at least) from Erlendur, because I absolutely cannot comprehend his relationship with his children. Not at all.

And then he comes back with a perfect comment, and I want to forgive him again.

Nifty book that girl’s written,’ he added. ‘I was just looking at it. Good photos.’
‘I think the girl’s in her forties,’ Erlendur said. ‘And yes, it’s a really good book.’

But most fascinating about this story is the look at Iceland during the Cold War–especially watching the young Socialists realize what is being done in the name of Socialism. Fascinating and horrifying at the same time.

As well as the part that Iceland played, which is something I had never considered before.

He said he had succumbed to temptation when he was offered money to inform American diplomats about any unusual developments at his embassy or those of the other Iron Curtain countries. He never had anything to say. Nothing ever happened in Iceland.

OK, so that part just made me laugh.

Regardless, I really enjoyed this story, both the glimpses into the past, and the mystery being uncovered in the current timeline.
Rating: 8.5/10

Published by Picador

Re-Read: Feb 2017

A skeleton has been found in Lake Kleifarvatn–a skeleton with a hole in its skull and a rope tied to a piece of defunct Soviet spying equipment around its waist.

The story shifts back and forth between the present-day search for the murderer and the POV of a young man full of the ideals of Socialism who has traveled to East Berlin in the wake of the war to study Engineering.

In his mind’s eye he had seen an ancient cultural German city. What he found was a sorry, gloomy post-war place. The Allies had occupied Leipzig but later handed it over to the Soviets, and the bullet holes could still be seen in the walls of buildings and half-collapsed houses, the ruins left by war.

The journal of the time in East German is just as fascinating as the search for the identity of the skeleton and how it ended up in the lake.

PLUS the whole thing about the lake suddenly draining on its own.

In general, Sigurdur Óli is one of my least favorite characters in this series, but this cracks me up.

‘He hardly did it himself,’ Sigurdur Óli blurted out. ‘He wouldn’t really go out onto the lake, tie himself to a radio transmitter, pick it up, fall over on his head and still take care to end up in the lake so he’d be sure to disappear. That would be the most ridiculous suicide in history.’

I also like how the characters have lives aside from the mystery. Of course Erlendur’s is mostly seeing Eva Lind spiral out of control, but we’ve been watching Sigurdur Óli’s relationship with his wife develop and change (and as outside observers are able to predict how that’s going to work out over the course of the series) and in this book we get to see Elínborg publish her cooking book. I think that’s one of the things that makes the series so good–besides the mystery–the gradual unfolding of the lives of the characters.

Plus, we get occasional reminders that Erlendr isn’t a complete asshole.

Nifty book that girl’s written,’ he added. ‘I was just looking at it. Good photos.’

‘I think the girl’s in her forties,’ Erlendur said. ‘And yes, it’s a really good book.’

Erlendur inspected the room. He knew virtually nothing about the man sitting on the edge of the bed in front of him, except that he was nasty and foul-mouthed and that his room smelled. He read Einar Benediktsson but Erlendur thought to himself that, unlike the poet, he had probably never in his lifetime ‘turned darkness into the light of day’.

Interesting terms:
swotted
Nissen
lignite
Chartreuse

I think this is an especially fascinating mystery, and it’s hard not to believe that the person who ended up at the bottom of the lake deserved to be there.
Rating: 9/10

Published by Minotaur Books

Arctic Chill (2005/2009) translated by Bernard Scudder and Victoria Cribb

This is, I believe, the fifth book in the detective Erlendur series, and I continue to like Erlendur and enjoy spending time with him despite myself. Erlendur is a broken and often not very nice man, and there are many reasons to not like him, yet I find myself enjoying this book.

Possibly because there is a very dry humor under everything.

His home was furnished with handsome, trendy furniture, a magnificent kitchen and expensive flooring. Graphic prints decorated the walls. All that was lacking was the faintest sign that anyone actually lived there.

An Asian boy is found dead in the courtyard of his apartment complex, and everyone is both horrified by his death, and wondering whether the attitude of Icelanders towards immigrants is behind the murder.

One of the things I particularly liked about this story is how we see Erlendur juggling several cases, as well as his problematic relationship with his children and watching is his mentor, Marion Brem, die.

What I find most fascinating about this story is my reactions to Erlunder, especially his interactions with his children. I get so mad at him for how he reacts of Eva Lind, yet at the same time I feel terribly sorry for the young boy trapped in Erlunder, still searching for his brother.

I also found the reaction of Icelanders to immigrants fascinating, and in many ways similar to what I see here in the US.

‘We want foreigners to come here and do shitty jobs at power stations, fish factories and as cleaners, then pack up and leave again when we don’t need them any more,’ Elínborg said. ‘“ Thanks for the help, don’t hurry back!” God forbid that we might get stuck with these people. But if they do insist on coming here, they can stay away from us.

This may be a difficult series for some people to like, but I find myself wanting to learn more and more about Erlunder, no matter how much of an ass he is.
Rating: 8.5/10

Published by Minotaur Books

Re-Read: Feb 2017

This story opens with the finding of a dead child.

‘Where do you think he’s from?’ Sigurdur Óli wondered.

‘He looks Asian to me,’ Elínborg said.

‘Could be Thai, Filipino, Vietnamese, Korean, Japanese, Chinese,’ Sigurdur Óli reeled off.

‘Shouldn’t we say he’s an Icelander until we find out otherwise?’ Erlendur said.

‘The boy who found him…’ Sigurdur Óli began.

‘Yes,’ Erlendur said, turning round.

‘He’s also col…’ Sigurdur Óli hesitated.

‘What?’

‘An immigrant kid,’ Sigurdur Óli said.

And that right there is why despite everything I like Erlendur.

And this bit, taking Sigurdur Óli down a notch, amuses me.

She took one look at Sigurdur Óli, with his short, precise haircut, tidily knotted tie, white shirt and black raincoat over a dark suit, and interrupted before he could even introduce himself. ‘No thanks.’ She smiled. ‘I don’t even believe in God.’

This story is also a look at racism and nativism on Iceland.

‘There was no clash,’ Kjartan said. ‘We had a bit of an argument. He seems to think it’s all right: the more foreigners that pour into this country the better. He never produces anything but that old left-wing bollocks. I told him so. He got a bit angry.’

‘I was eighteen years old,’ Kjartan said. ‘It was kids’ stuff. You can imagine. Fathers of Iceland! Only kids come up with that sort of crap. Teenagers trying to sound big.’

‘I know plenty of eighteen year olds who couldn’t even spell Weimar Republic.’

There is a second story, of woman who went missing weeks earlier, that Erlendur keeps at, but it’s the story of the murdered boy, his brother, and his mother that are the heart of this story.

Interesting words and phrases:
tetchy
windcheater
mince
chivvy
tip
yobbos

Let me close with this lovely and heartbreaking passage:

‘You didn’t cry,’ Erlendur said. Gudný, who was sitting with them, interpreted.

‘I’ve cried enough,’ she said.

Gudný translated Sunee’s words, her eyes on Erlendur.

‘I don’t want to worry him too much,’ Sunee said. ‘It will make it harder for him to get to heaven. It will be harder if he has to swim through my tears.’

Rating: 7.5/10

Published by Minotaur Books

Hypothermia (2007/009) translated by Victoria Cribb

Inspector Erlendur is given a suicide to clear—a woman who had been devastated by the death of her mother, and had a life–long obsession with death and any possible afterlife is found hanging in her summer home. Although there is no note, it is a fairly clear case of suicide—something all to common in Iceland (although many suicides just walk into the ocean).

Erlendur also receives a visit from the father of a young man who had gone missing many years ago, at the start of Erlendur’s career. His wife has died, and the man himself is dying, so he’s checking in (as he has done over the decades) to see if there are any new leads.

The man’s impending death pushes Erlendur to look again into this case, and also into two other missing cases that occurred at the same time.

Erlendur has had some changes in his personal life, with both of his children coming for visits now, and his daughter again trying to get clean. Unfortunately, her ideas of what might help her are problematic to Erlendur.

But in many ways, Erlendur remains the same.

It was getting dark, a reminder that winter would soon be here after the short, wet summer. Erlendu felt no dread at the thought. He had never dreaded winter as so many did, not like those who counted the hours until the days would start to lengthen gain. He had never regarded winter as his enemy. Time seemed to slow down in the cold and darkness, enfolding him in peaceful gloom.

We also learn more about Erlendur and the tragedy that shaped his life.
Rating: 7/10

Published byMinotaur Book

Re-Read: Feb 2017

When a woman arrives at her friend’s lake house, she is horrified to discover her friend’s body hanging from the rafters. The dead woman had been seriously grieving since the death of her mother, and everything points to suicide, except that something doesn’t seem quite right.

An old man stops by Erlendur’s office on the anniversary of his son’s disappearance decades earlier, to see if there were any changes in the case, and to say goodbye, for he is dying.

‘Is there any news of our case?’ the old man asked, having half-emptied his cup. ‘Has anything new emerged?’

‘No, I’m afraid not,’ Erlendur said, for the umpteenth time. He did not find the old man’s visits a trial. For him, the worst part was that there was little he could do for him except listen to his repeated protestations of what a dreadful thing it was about their dear boy and how could something like that happen and how could there be no news of him?

That is heartbreaking in a different way from the previous book.

‘There’s nothing malign about the spirit world,’ Andersen said. ‘We all have our ghosts. You not least.’

‘Me?’ Erlendur said. Andersen nodded. ‘A whole crowd,’ he said. ‘But don’t worry. Keep looking. You’ll find them.’

‘You mean him,’ Erlendur said.

‘No,’ Andersen said, contradicting him and standing up. ‘I mean them.’

First, this is the first book where I kept giggling over the names of things. I didn’t notice this is previous books, but this book opened with this:

Uxahryggir and north over the Kaldidalur mountain road. She had often taken that route herself. It was a beautiful drive down the Lundarreykjadalur valley to Borgarfjördur fjord. The memory of a lovely summer’s day once spent at Lake Sandkluftavatn came back to her.

That really seems as if someone mashed down on the keyboard to create those names. The fact that they are real just is awesome.

As with previous books, we slowly learn more about Erlendur’s past. Giving us glimpses as to perhaps how he became as he is.

It was getting dark, a reminder that winter would soon be here after the short, wet summer. Erlendur felt no dread at the thought. He had never dreaded the winter as so many did, not like those who counted the hours until the days would start to lengthen again. He had never regarded winter as his enemy. Time seemed to slow down in the cold and darkness, enfolding him in peaceful gloom.

Interesting terms:
Zimmer frame
brennivín
Dagobert
Dósótheus

I actually prefer the secondary story of the two missing youths to the primary story of the suicide. Not that it’s not an interesting mystery, but I just didn’t think it quite as good as the secondary story.
Rating: 7/10

Published by Minotaur Books

Outrage (2008/2011) translated by Anna Yates

This is not Inspector Erlendur. Erlendur has taken a leave of absence, and no one knows where he is. Instead, the detective is Elínborg, a female detective who works with Erlendur.

Because of crime–the murder of a rapist–Elínborg was a much better main character, since one would not trust Erlendur to deal with compassion and understanding. Those are just not part of his skill set.

That said, I’m not sure that Arnaldur Indridason is particularly good at writing a female lead. Mind you, he did a good job with the story and with Elínborg’s personal life and problems, but the story didn’t feel like it was written from a female perspective. This isn’t a bad thing per se, and I doubt whether many people would notice the difference, there were just a couple of phrases or ways things were referred to that felt distinctly male.

This isn’t to say that I didn’t enjoy the story, just that it didn’t truly feel as if it was written from a female point of view. (Example: I don’t know many women my age or younger who refer to 20 year-old females as girls. It’s a small thing, but it felt off.)

But I very much enjoyed seeing things from Elínborg’s point-of-view and learning more about her life. Several books ago, she had published a cook book, and I really liked seeing what cooking meant to her, and how it was an important part of her life.

And she developed an interest in cookery: she always asked for cookbooks for Christmas and birthday presents, subscribed to recipe clubs, and read cookery columns in the papers. Yet she did not necessarily want to be a chef; she just wanted to prepare food that was not inedible.

I quite liked that passage, as well as the passages that described how she used cooking as an escape from her problems at work and at home. It very much resonated with me.

All-in-all, it was an interesting change of pace, and very well done.
Rating: 8.5/10

Published by Minotaur Books

Re-Read: Feb 2017

Erlunder has taken a leave of absence and headed east to where he grew up, leaving Elínborg in charge of a bloody murder–a murder where the victim is found in possession of Rohypnol and clearly had sex shortly before he died.

This is an interesting book on very many levels. First, Erlunder is gone, and Elínborg is the lead detective, so we see things from her POV. She is a very different character from Elínborg which makes it a very different book from the rest of the series. Elínborg is a cook, is in a strong marriage, and has three teen and pre-teen kids at home.

She recalled reading one day about ‘melted cheese’. It took her some time to understand what it meant. She had never heard of cheese being eaten in any other way than straight from the fridge, sliced on to bread.

(S)he always asked for cookbooks for Christmas and birthday presents, subscribed to recipe clubs, and read cookery columns in the papers. Yet she did not necessarily want to be a chef; she just wanted to prepare food that was not inedible.

Oh yes!

Additionally, the victim is completely unlikable and it’s almost impossible not to think he got what he deserved–especially in a country where criminals spend only a very short time in prison, no matter how terrible their crimes.

But as with the other books in this series, there was a missing persons case, that may or may not have tied to the murder. And the interviews with those left behind are always heart-rending.

‘When did you last speak to her?’

‘It was that Friday, the day she disappeared. See you, she said. It was the last thing she ever said to me. See you. There was nothing special about the conversation. Just a routine call, to let me know. No more than that. I said a proper goodbye, I think. Bye, sweetheart, I said. That was a comfort to me, afterwards. That was all there was to it. Bye, sweetheart. That was all.’

I liked seeing things from Elínborg’s point-of-view, and seeing how she approached the murder and the mystery.
Rating: 8/10

Published by Minotaur Books

Black Skies (2009/2012) translated by Victoria Cribb

This story is set parallel to the previous, Outrage and the detective is Sigurdur Óli.

I decided to buckle down and finally read this.

There are several different threads to this story, which made it easier for me to read once the story got going.

First, is Andrés’s story. He first appeared in Arctic Chill, an alcoholic whose ramblings led Erlendur to believe there was a pedophile in the apartment complex where the boy had been murdered.

‘He’s a bit of a tramp, isn’t he? An alcoholic?’ said Sigurdur Óli.

‘So what if he is?’ the woman replied, affronted. ‘He’s never bothered me. He’d do anything for you, he’s never noisy, never makes demands on other people. What does it matter if he has the odd drink?’

We see Andrés remembers bits and pieces of his past, and his abuse by the man living with his mother. This is hard to read, not because of the details–we don’t actually get details of the abuse–but because you see the wreck that Andrés has become, and you see how it happened. Even Sigurdur Óli, who is the least sympathetic creature ever, eventually comes to feel sorry for Andres. Which is perhaps a sign of his emotional growth.

He had been touched by the boy in the film clip. It was a new experience, as he rarely felt any sympathy for the luckless individuals he came across in the line of duty.

Perhaps.

The second story arc is complicated–Sigurdur Óli’s friend comes to him with his brother-in-law, asking if Sigurdur Óli could lean on a young woman who was attempting to blackmail the brother-in-law and his wife. When Sigurdur Óli goes to visit the woman, he interrupts the brutal beating of the woman, and chases off the attacker.

But more importantly, does not take himself off the case.

Sigurdur Óli believed himself to be perfectly capable of working on the investigation despite his highly irregular personal involvement in the affair.

Sigurdur Óli could see nothing improper in continuing to work on the investigation despite his friend’s connection to the case. He had full confidence in his own judgement, and anyway Iceland was a small country; links to friends, acquaintances or family were inevitable.

I did mention that I really dislike Sigurdur Óli.

The third arc is about Icelandic banking, and I found it fascinating.

No, really! I remember listening to a Planet Money podcast on the Icelandic bank failure, so this is a look at the lead-up to that failure, from the inside.

they’re no wizards. They’ve simply discovered that there’s a vast supply of cheap credit in the world, short-term borrowing, just there for the taking. They have complex ownership arrangements and scoop up all the credit they can lay their hands on before lending it back to themselves, their companies and each other in order to buy companies, banks and airlines, paying enormous sums for them.’

‘Is there no regulation?’
‘The valuation of assets is governed entirely by them. Look how they’re permitted to record goodwill, which is just some kind of expectation of future revenue. They decide how it’s calculated themselves. It’s a completely fictional number that can be blown up to tens of billions without having any basis in reality, but it helps them ramp up their market price still further. There’s next to no regulation of this sort of trick.’

Hardly a single credit repayment can be made without the whole system coming crashing down.

And of course that last line is precisely what DID happen. But, you know, we don’t need to regulate banks and businesses. They’ll always act ethically.

Except the opposite of that.

The point is that these other parts made a story where Sigurdur Óli was the detective interesting.
Rating: 8/10

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Strange Shores (2010/2012) translated by Victoria Cribb

Hear that wooshing sound? That was the foreshadowing of the previous two books AND events in this book going right over my head.

I finished the book, blinking in surprise at the ending, and then I thought for a moment and wondered why I was surprised–this was no surprise at all except that I was willfully refusing to see it.

Erlendur had returned to his childhood home of the East Fjords to wander the mountains, hoping–although he refuses to admit it–to find the remains of his brother who had been lost in a storm as a child.

He sleeps in his childhood home, which has remained empty since he and his parents moved to Reykjavik.

Little by little nature was conspiring to merge the property into its surroundings, gradually obliterating all traces of human habitation.

As he wanders the moors, he is reminded again of a woman lost during the storm. The strange thing was that of the 60 British soldiers hiking in the opposite direction, all were found (either alive or their bodies recovered) yet Matthildur was never found, and none of the lost soldiers had stumbled across her.

So Erlendur begins to look into her disappearance, speaking to her last remaining sister and the few still alive who knew her or her husband.

We also see why Erlendur has remained fixated upon his brother’s loss.

He feels it is somehow his fault that Beggi ever came with them on this journey, and can’t shake off the thought that if he hadn’t interfered, Beggi would have stayed at home.

But of course it’s obvious from Erlendur’s recollections that both his parents felt the same. The guilt left none untouched.

This is the end of Erlendur’s story arc, and a fitting ending it is. I’m very glad I came across this series.
Rating: 9/10

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