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螠苇蟽伪 蟽蟿慰谓 蔚慰蟻蟿伪蟽蟿喂魏蠈 蠂伪渭蠈 蟿蠅谓 围蟻喂蟽蟿慰蠀纬苇谓谓蠅谓, 蟽鈥� 苇谓伪 魏蔚谓蟿蟻喂魏蠈 尉蔚谓慰未慰蠂蔚委慰 蟿畏蟼 喂蟽位伪谓未喂魏萎蟼 蟺蟻蠅蟿蔚蠉慰蠀蟽伪蟼, 畏 伪蟽蟿蠀谓慰渭委伪 尾蟻委蟽魏蔚蟿伪喂 渭蟺蟻慰蟽蟿维 蟽鈥� 苇谓伪 蟽蟿蠀纬蔚蟻蠈 苇纬魏位畏渭伪. 螆谓伪蟼 蟺慰蟻蟿喂苇蟻畏蟼 蟿慰蠀 尉蔚谓慰未慰蠂蔚委慰蠀 蔚委谓伪喂 蟿慰 胃蠉渭伪, 蟿慰 慰蟺慰委慰 渭伪蠂伪喂蟻蠋胃畏魏蔚 伪位位蔚蟺维位位畏位蔚蟼 蠁慰蟻苇蟼. 螕喂伪蟿委 慰 维谓蟿蟻伪蟼 伪蠀蟿蠈蟼, o 慰蟺慰委慰蟼 萎蟿伪谓 蟺伪喂未委-胃伪蠉渭伪 蟽蟿慰 蟿蟻伪纬慰蠉未喂, 蔚委蠂蔚 蔚蟺喂位苇尉蔚喂 谓伪 伪蟺慰尉蔚谓蠅胃蔚委 伪蟺蠈 蟿畏谓 慰喂魏慰纬苇谓蔚喂维 蟿慰蠀, 伪位位维 蔚尉伪魏慰位慰蠀胃慰蠉蟽蔚 谓伪 蔚蟺喂蟽魏苇蟺蟿蔚蟿伪喂 魏蟻蠀蠁维 蟿慰 蟽蟺委蟿喂 蟿蠅谓 蟺伪喂未喂魏蠋谓 蟿慰蠀 蠂蟻蠈谓蠅谓.
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46听books3,192听followersArnaldur Indri冒ason has the rare distinction of having won the Nordic Crime Novel Prize two years running. He is also the winner of the highly respected and world famous CWA Gold Dagger Award for the top crime novel of the year in the English language, Silence of the Grave.
Arnaldur鈥檚 novels have sold over 14 million copies worldwide, in 40 languages, and have won numerous well-respected prizes and received rave reviews all over the world.
Arnaldur鈥檚 novels have sold over 14 million copies worldwide, in 40 languages, and have won numerous well-respected prizes and received rave reviews all over the world.
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June 3, 2023
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賰丕賳鬲 賲賲鬲丕夭丞.
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賰丕賳鬲 賲賲鬲丕夭丞.
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August 21, 2024
IL LUTTO NON SI ADDICE A BABBO NATALE
L鈥檌spettore Erlendur nella sua per ora unica apparizione cinematografica, interpretato da Ingvar Eggert Sigur冒sson, nel bel 鈥淢媒rin 鈥� Jar City鈥� del 2006, mai uscito in Italia, diretto dal bravo e poliedrico Baltasar Korm谩kur.
La voce del titolo 猫 quella del morto che da bambino aveva una voce bianca e cantava in modo pi霉 unico che raro al punto che gli si stava per spalancare davanti una luminosa carriera (gi脿 due vinili registrati a suo nome), interrotta bruscamente dal cambio di voce durante un importante concerto.
E cos矛, nel giro di un attimo, dalle stelle alle stalle, dall鈥檃ltare alla polvere.
Fu vera gloria?
No, non si direbbe: il bambino voleva esaudire le ambizioni paterne pi霉 che le proprie. E tutto sommato, una volta che le luci del palcoscenico si sono spente (per lui, ma anche per il padre), il cucciolo d'uomo era quasi pi霉 contento.
Se non che nel frattempo era diventato lo zimbello dei coetanei, cresceva la sua omosessualit脿 che teneva nascosta, repressa e sigillata, e sviluppava opposizione verso il genitore rimasto, il padre (la madre morta troppo presto, ahilui).
La sorella, leggermente pi霉 grande, avrebbe molto desiderato una parte delle attenzioni dirette al fratello, che a lei venivano sistematicamente negate. Sottratte.
Crescendo, 鈥渓a voce鈥� diventa portiere d鈥檃lbergo, e tuttofare, alloggiato nel sottoscala dell鈥檃lbergo fino al giorno della morte per accoltellamento (a Indri冒ason piacciono i coltelli). Lo trovano coperto di sangue vestito da babbo natale che stava preparandosi per la festicciola prenatalizia per i piccoli ospiti dell鈥檋otel.
鈥滿媒rin鈥� 猫 l鈥檃vventura numero 3 dell鈥檌spettore Erlendur: in Italia il romanzo 猫 uscito col titolo 鈥淪otto la citt脿鈥�.
A Indri冒ason piace anche accennare a un secondo filone d鈥檌ndagine, a un altro caso non principale, 猫 sua caratteristica ricorrente: un bambino (un altro) picchiato di brutto 鈥� da chi, dai suoi coetanei o invece, come crede la polizia, dallo stesso padre?
E perch茅 a Indri冒ason piacciono tanto i bambini?
Perch茅 l鈥檌spettore Erlendur che sovrintende alle indagini di tutti i casi di questa fortunata serie (fortunata in quanto a vendite, pi霉 che a qualit脿 letteraria) quando aveva dieci anni, quando era quindi ancora bambino, ha perso il fratellino nella brughiera sommersa dalla neve.
Perch茅 lui si 猫 salvato? Perch茅 il fratello 猫 morto? Perch茅 il suo corpicino non 猫 mai stato ritrovato?
Trionfo di senso di colpa, e corposo filone di riflessioni mogie che l鈥檌spettore, per mano di Indri冒ason, avvia quando occorre una pausa nell鈥檌ndagine principale.
Altra caratteristica dello scrittore di gialli islandese 猫 che il morto compaia a pagina 1 e per le restanti trecento e rotte pagine si cerchi chi 猫 stato a ucciderlo.
Per farlo, i poliziotti protagonisti (Erlendur e due colleghi, una donna e un uomo) fanno un sacco di domande, incontrano e interrogano un numero sterminato di persone, si lasciano andare a riflessioni e quesiti un po鈥� banalotti. Del tipo: aver scoperto che nella saliva del presunto assassino ci sono tracce di tabacco da masticare spinge Erlendur a chiedersi che aiuto possa fornire un simile dato. Come se a Reykjavik, o in Islanda, masticare tabacco come facevano i cowboy fosse pratica diffusa (non lo 猫: il tabacco da masticare 猫 quasi introvabile, 猫 rimasto uno solo a farlo).
Non ci sono altri omicidi nel corso delle trecento e rotte pagine: se muore qualcun altro 猫 per suicidio o incidente.
Non c鈥櫭� traccia di corruzione, n茅 politica n茅 economica, non compare malavita, criminalit脿 organizzata. Sono delitti molto casuali.
A me verrebbe da definire Indri冒ason giallista sociologo: pi霉 interessato all鈥檃spetto sociologico, alla descrizione della classe mediobassa islandese, di vite stente, che a un robusto plot, o ad approfondimenti psicologici.
Il protagonista, l鈥檌spettore Erlendur, non 猫 molto simpatico: 猫 il solito misantropo solitario pieno di sensi di colpa che chiacchiera a fatica, imbranato con le donne, e con i figli.
Ed 猫 la perfetta negazione dell鈥檃forisma di Oscar Wilde (che invece io sostengo):
Le domande non sono mai indiscrete. Lo sono, talvolta, le risposte.
Per Erlendur, al contrario, le domande che gli fanno sono tutte indiscrete, si rifiuta di rispondere, considera tutti gli argomenti troppo privati per essere affrontati, si arrabbia, ribatte sgarbato. Diavolo d鈥檜omo, meglio non incontrarlo.
Difatti Erlendur asserisce:
Perch茅 hai sempre bisogno di una spiegazione per tutto? Per certe cose non esiste una spiegazione, mentre altre non hanno bisogno di essere spiegate鈥� La gente parla troppo, dovrebbe stare pi霉 zitta. Almeno la passerebbe liscia.
E, se non fosse abbastanza chiaro, meno di una pagina dopo il concetto viene interamente ripetuto, pi霉 o meno con le stesse parole:
脠 difficile da spiegare, forse non 猫 nemmeno possibile. Forse non si pu貌 spiegare tutto, forse alcune cose 猫 meglio lasciarle cos矛 come sono, senza una spiegazione.
S矛, l鈥檈diting non 猫 dove Indri冒ason da il suo meglio.
Anche se io credo che il suo meglio risieda altrove, questo romanzo non mi ha colpito, le lodi sperticate di Giancarlo De Cataldo mi sembrano molto esagerate, immotivate.
L鈥檌spettore Erlendur nella sua per ora unica apparizione cinematografica, interpretato da Ingvar Eggert Sigur冒sson, nel bel 鈥淢媒rin 鈥� Jar City鈥� del 2006, mai uscito in Italia, diretto dal bravo e poliedrico Baltasar Korm谩kur.
La voce del titolo 猫 quella del morto che da bambino aveva una voce bianca e cantava in modo pi霉 unico che raro al punto che gli si stava per spalancare davanti una luminosa carriera (gi脿 due vinili registrati a suo nome), interrotta bruscamente dal cambio di voce durante un importante concerto.
E cos矛, nel giro di un attimo, dalle stelle alle stalle, dall鈥檃ltare alla polvere.
Fu vera gloria?
No, non si direbbe: il bambino voleva esaudire le ambizioni paterne pi霉 che le proprie. E tutto sommato, una volta che le luci del palcoscenico si sono spente (per lui, ma anche per il padre), il cucciolo d'uomo era quasi pi霉 contento.
Se non che nel frattempo era diventato lo zimbello dei coetanei, cresceva la sua omosessualit脿 che teneva nascosta, repressa e sigillata, e sviluppava opposizione verso il genitore rimasto, il padre (la madre morta troppo presto, ahilui).
La sorella, leggermente pi霉 grande, avrebbe molto desiderato una parte delle attenzioni dirette al fratello, che a lei venivano sistematicamente negate. Sottratte.
Crescendo, 鈥渓a voce鈥� diventa portiere d鈥檃lbergo, e tuttofare, alloggiato nel sottoscala dell鈥檃lbergo fino al giorno della morte per accoltellamento (a Indri冒ason piacciono i coltelli). Lo trovano coperto di sangue vestito da babbo natale che stava preparandosi per la festicciola prenatalizia per i piccoli ospiti dell鈥檋otel.
鈥滿媒rin鈥� 猫 l鈥檃vventura numero 3 dell鈥檌spettore Erlendur: in Italia il romanzo 猫 uscito col titolo 鈥淪otto la citt脿鈥�.
A Indri冒ason piace anche accennare a un secondo filone d鈥檌ndagine, a un altro caso non principale, 猫 sua caratteristica ricorrente: un bambino (un altro) picchiato di brutto 鈥� da chi, dai suoi coetanei o invece, come crede la polizia, dallo stesso padre?
E perch茅 a Indri冒ason piacciono tanto i bambini?
Perch茅 l鈥檌spettore Erlendur che sovrintende alle indagini di tutti i casi di questa fortunata serie (fortunata in quanto a vendite, pi霉 che a qualit脿 letteraria) quando aveva dieci anni, quando era quindi ancora bambino, ha perso il fratellino nella brughiera sommersa dalla neve.
Perch茅 lui si 猫 salvato? Perch茅 il fratello 猫 morto? Perch茅 il suo corpicino non 猫 mai stato ritrovato?
Trionfo di senso di colpa, e corposo filone di riflessioni mogie che l鈥檌spettore, per mano di Indri冒ason, avvia quando occorre una pausa nell鈥檌ndagine principale.
Altra caratteristica dello scrittore di gialli islandese 猫 che il morto compaia a pagina 1 e per le restanti trecento e rotte pagine si cerchi chi 猫 stato a ucciderlo.
Per farlo, i poliziotti protagonisti (Erlendur e due colleghi, una donna e un uomo) fanno un sacco di domande, incontrano e interrogano un numero sterminato di persone, si lasciano andare a riflessioni e quesiti un po鈥� banalotti. Del tipo: aver scoperto che nella saliva del presunto assassino ci sono tracce di tabacco da masticare spinge Erlendur a chiedersi che aiuto possa fornire un simile dato. Come se a Reykjavik, o in Islanda, masticare tabacco come facevano i cowboy fosse pratica diffusa (non lo 猫: il tabacco da masticare 猫 quasi introvabile, 猫 rimasto uno solo a farlo).
Non ci sono altri omicidi nel corso delle trecento e rotte pagine: se muore qualcun altro 猫 per suicidio o incidente.
Non c鈥櫭� traccia di corruzione, n茅 politica n茅 economica, non compare malavita, criminalit脿 organizzata. Sono delitti molto casuali.
A me verrebbe da definire Indri冒ason giallista sociologo: pi霉 interessato all鈥檃spetto sociologico, alla descrizione della classe mediobassa islandese, di vite stente, che a un robusto plot, o ad approfondimenti psicologici.
Il protagonista, l鈥檌spettore Erlendur, non 猫 molto simpatico: 猫 il solito misantropo solitario pieno di sensi di colpa che chiacchiera a fatica, imbranato con le donne, e con i figli.
Ed 猫 la perfetta negazione dell鈥檃forisma di Oscar Wilde (che invece io sostengo):
Le domande non sono mai indiscrete. Lo sono, talvolta, le risposte.
Per Erlendur, al contrario, le domande che gli fanno sono tutte indiscrete, si rifiuta di rispondere, considera tutti gli argomenti troppo privati per essere affrontati, si arrabbia, ribatte sgarbato. Diavolo d鈥檜omo, meglio non incontrarlo.
Difatti Erlendur asserisce:
Perch茅 hai sempre bisogno di una spiegazione per tutto? Per certe cose non esiste una spiegazione, mentre altre non hanno bisogno di essere spiegate鈥� La gente parla troppo, dovrebbe stare pi霉 zitta. Almeno la passerebbe liscia.
E, se non fosse abbastanza chiaro, meno di una pagina dopo il concetto viene interamente ripetuto, pi霉 o meno con le stesse parole:
脠 difficile da spiegare, forse non 猫 nemmeno possibile. Forse non si pu貌 spiegare tutto, forse alcune cose 猫 meglio lasciarle cos矛 come sono, senza una spiegazione.
S矛, l鈥檈diting non 猫 dove Indri冒ason da il suo meglio.
Anche se io credo che il suo meglio risieda altrove, questo romanzo non mi ha colpito, le lodi sperticate di Giancarlo De Cataldo mi sembrano molto esagerate, immotivate.
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September 4, 2024
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亘丕賱鬲兀賰賷丿 賷賳氐丨 亘賴丕...
January 7, 2019
Despite the holiday rush and the hustle and bustle in Reykjavik, police Inspector Erlendur is feeling anything but jolly in Arnaldur Indridason鈥檚
Voices
, the fifth installment of the series featuring Iceland鈥檚 somber detective. Erlendur Sveinsson is called to a large, busy hotel at the peak of the Christmas season. A maid has discovered the body of the hotel doorman, who was dressed in a Santa suit in preparation for a children鈥檚 party. The victim, Gudlauger, known as 鈥淕ulli,鈥� had been living in a tiny room not much larger than a closet in the hotel鈥檚 basement for twenty years. Now, here he is, in his Santa costume sitting on his bed in a compromising position, stabbed to death. Sigurdur Oli, who has accompanied Erlendur to the scene, makes a number of inappropriate but funny remarks about the situation. The exchange between the two struck me as being more humorous than anything I鈥檇 read in previous Erlendur books. Maybe the image of Santa . . .
Most of the book, however, is quite typical of Indridason鈥檚 Scandinavian noir style. It is mostly dark, and the language is plain and understated, but the themes are complex. Without being able to explain his reasons, even to himself, Erlendur books a room in the hotel as he attempts to interview staff and guests. He meets with reluctance and resistance as he scrapes and claws for clues. Everyone he talks to claims not to have really known the man who was the doorman and unofficial handyman for so many years.
At the same time, Erlendur must cope with his daughter Eva Lind, from whom he has been estranged for most of her life. She is a recovering drug addict, and now they have formed some semblance of a relationship, but each is frustrated with the other as they try to come to terms with their different lifestyles. More importantly, they struggle with their own pasts and self-acceptance while trying to discover what they mean to one another.
Having read Jar City and Silence of the Grave , I had no doubt that Erlendur would eventually piece things together and solve the crime. The plot unfolds slowly. There is a lot of trial and error. We see pieces of Gulli鈥檚 past revealed and possible suspects emerge, but there is always doubt until the very end.
There are several subplots that may seem distracting or unimportant. Some may feel that they add unnecessarily to the length of the story. I feel, however, that they support Indridason鈥檚 central theme: Family. In the two books I mentioned previously, Erlendur broods about a traumatic event from his childhood. Now, perhaps with Christmas near and his daughter badgering him with questions about their relationship, he is haunted by what happened when he was a boy, and he begins to realize how it has affected his entire life. We also see another detective, Elinborg, updating Erlendur about a child abuse case she was involved in. Then there is a woman who piques Erlendur鈥檚 interest, and we see yet another case of family dysfunction. Finally, there is the maid Osp and her brother, whose family ties have disastrous ends. Is it a wonder Erlendur is depressed? Christmas, the season that so many associate with love, joy, and family togetherness, for him is lonely and difficult. Yet, Erlendur is a professional. He does his job, and he does it well.
I think this may have been my favorite of the three books so far. I liked the depth of the characters, the questioning of the past, and perhaps the mixture of fear and hope about what the future might bring.
5 stars
Most of the book, however, is quite typical of Indridason鈥檚 Scandinavian noir style. It is mostly dark, and the language is plain and understated, but the themes are complex. Without being able to explain his reasons, even to himself, Erlendur books a room in the hotel as he attempts to interview staff and guests. He meets with reluctance and resistance as he scrapes and claws for clues. Everyone he talks to claims not to have really known the man who was the doorman and unofficial handyman for so many years.
At the same time, Erlendur must cope with his daughter Eva Lind, from whom he has been estranged for most of her life. She is a recovering drug addict, and now they have formed some semblance of a relationship, but each is frustrated with the other as they try to come to terms with their different lifestyles. More importantly, they struggle with their own pasts and self-acceptance while trying to discover what they mean to one another.
Having read Jar City and Silence of the Grave , I had no doubt that Erlendur would eventually piece things together and solve the crime. The plot unfolds slowly. There is a lot of trial and error. We see pieces of Gulli鈥檚 past revealed and possible suspects emerge, but there is always doubt until the very end.
There are several subplots that may seem distracting or unimportant. Some may feel that they add unnecessarily to the length of the story. I feel, however, that they support Indridason鈥檚 central theme: Family. In the two books I mentioned previously, Erlendur broods about a traumatic event from his childhood. Now, perhaps with Christmas near and his daughter badgering him with questions about their relationship, he is haunted by what happened when he was a boy, and he begins to realize how it has affected his entire life. We also see another detective, Elinborg, updating Erlendur about a child abuse case she was involved in. Then there is a woman who piques Erlendur鈥檚 interest, and we see yet another case of family dysfunction. Finally, there is the maid Osp and her brother, whose family ties have disastrous ends. Is it a wonder Erlendur is depressed? Christmas, the season that so many associate with love, joy, and family togetherness, for him is lonely and difficult. Yet, Erlendur is a professional. He does his job, and he does it well.
I think this may have been my favorite of the three books so far. I liked the depth of the characters, the questioning of the past, and perhaps the mixture of fear and hope about what the future might bring.
5 stars
August 27, 2023
Das Island in Arnaldur Indri冒asons hat nichts mit der Postkarteninsel der Touristen zu tun. In ihm gibt es Drogensucht, Prostitution, Lebens眉berdruss, Kindesmissbrauch und eben Mord. Also eine "normales" Land f眉r einen Kriminalbeamten. Was Indri冒asons Krimis besonders macht ist Kommissar Erlendurs geradezu sanfter Umgang mit seinen Zeugen und Verd盲chtigen und die Einbettung des Falls in seine eigene Lebenssituation und -geschichte. In "Engelsstimme" versetzt die Ermordung eines ehemaligen Kinderstars den Ermittler in seine eigene Kindheit und l盲sst ihn das traumatische Verschellen seines Bruders in einem Schneesturm erneut durchleben. Es sind die Fehler der Eltern die 眉ber diesem Fall stehen: Die 眉bertriebenen Ambitionen des Vaters des Opfers, die Leichtsinnigkeit Erlendurs Vaters und die Nachgiebigkeit und Bequemlichkeit von Erlendur selbst, der nach der Scheidung nicht auf ein Besuchsrecht seiner Kinder bestanden hatte, und damit zu deren Entfremdung und abdriften in eine Drogenkarriere beigetragen hat. Ein starker, weil bewegender Krimi.
August 27, 2017
In short: A poignant but rather far-fetched police procedural that offers more in the way of a credible psychological angle than a swift and particularly competent wrap-up. The upside is seeing Erlendur鈥檚 reflections on his own life and mistakes along the way, and appreciating how a person's childhood can influence their later life. Voices is an investigation that takes the reader closer to Erlendur and his troubled daughter, Eva Lind, than ever before and it is due to this clearer understanding of a father-daughter relationship that I am so keen to continue with the series.
After reading Jar City and meeting Inspector Erlendur and his sidekicks, Sigurdur 脫li and El铆nborg, I was keen to see them in action tackling another investigation. Jar City combined a fascinating and complex investigation with Erlendur providing the social conscience and overseeing a reflective treatment. First published in Icelandic in 2003, Voices was translated into English in 2006 by Bernard Scudder who has delivered a remarkably fluent and highly readable rendering. In the run-up to Christmas, Reykjav铆k is awash with visitors and festivities should be in full swing inside one of the cities largest and most illustrious hotels. Hotel doorman, pseudo caretaker and annual wearer of the Santa costume, forty-eight-year-old Gudlauger (鈥淕ulli鈥�) Egilsson, is however discovered stabbed in him grim basement accommodation within the hotel. Still clad in his Santa costume, with trousers hanging by his ankles and a condom hanging off his limp penis, the inappropriate jokes are two a penny from Sigurdur 脫li! In the equivalent of a prison cell sized room, it appears that Gudlauger has spent to last twenty-years and the lack of character and paucity of possessions does not offer much in the way of leads. Naturally the call to the police asks for discretion for the guests, however that is the last concern of Erlendur when he assesses the strange circumstances of the victim and the potential suspects. With a scant lack of concern for the victim, and his inconvenient timing, sympathy from his colleagues is distinctly lacking. The sole possessions to be found in the room is a book relating to the history of the Vienna Boys鈥� Choir and a couple of vinyl records, which offers Erlendur limited opportunity to discover more about the man. It is therefore the presence of saliva on the condom which sees Erlendur taking his first steps and requesting samples, thus necessitating the presence of biotechnician and scene of crime officer Valgerdur, a lady of a similar vintage who also catches the eye of Erlendur.
Despite the obstacles in his path, the indefatigable Erlendur鈥檚 unwavering persistence to discover the who and the why at the heart of this matter reveal an unexpected and fascinating life history, with the victim鈥檚 shortlived spell as the most admired Icelandic boys soprano coming to an end when nature intervened at twelve-years-old and his voice broke on stage. Tracing the victims history back to Hafnarfj枚rdur Children鈥檚 Choir and his former choirmaster, Gabr铆el Hermannson, Erlendur learns of a life forever blighted by a man's failure to live up to his father's expectations, and marked by crippling bullying and the pattern of self-destruction that such circumstances can set in motion. The most surprising reaction to Gudlauger鈥檚 murder comes from his remaining estranged family, a wheelchair bound father and sister, Stefan铆a Egilsd贸ttir. What lies behind the decades long estrangement of Gudlauger from his family home and why are his relatives so bitter?
Due to staff cutbacks and the lack of necessity for a full-time doorman the victim had been made redundant but subsequently failed to move out from his digs. The manager and staff are all keen to dissociate themselves from the matter and reveal how little they knew of the victim, despite his service and residence of over twenty-years. The slow stripping back of the goings on at the hotel are stymied by the stroppy chambermaid who found the body, 脰sp, only telling a fraction of what she knows (in essence, itself a lie) and belatedly throwing accusations of theft, the subsequent reluctance of the reception manager to make himself available for questioning and the availability of prostitutes for guests. Of the guests, it is the rather shifty and eccentric British vinyl collector, Henry Wapshott, who professes to a specific passion for the music of boys鈥檚 choirs and tells of his journey to Iceland on the agreement of meeting the former household name soprano and purchasing any remaining records in his possession. However, when it turns out that it is not the first visit that Wapshott has made to Iceland, or indeed the hotel, his avoidance of providing a DNA sample and attempts to skip the country force Erlendur to get to probe just what Wapshott is so keen to keep hidden. With no sign of Wapshott鈥檚 down payment amongst the possession of the dead man, there is clearly much more to a never-ending unravelling.
As Erlendur, reluctant to return to his lonely flat over Christmas, checks into a room at the hotel he is overcome by a malaise as he sees parallels with his own life history and Gudlauger鈥檚, in the death of his younger brother which marred his childhood and left him with survivors guilt. In a sense, Erlendur knows that part of him died that day with his brother freezing to death, and this has in turn impacted his own failure and resolve to be part of his children's lives. Opening up about the raw memory and finally facing the way in which it has affected his life, it feels like Erlendur is attempting to address effectively robbing both his offspring of their childhoods when he walked out of their lives in their early years.
Erlendur has much in common with the brooding and rather introspective detectives familiar to Nordic Noir. Middle-aged, divorced for twenty-years, he is a world-weary figure, with a dogged determination and a man who expects little from his remaining years. His failure to keep contact with either of his children at a young age still haunts him and he feels largely responsible for their addiction battles, with son, Sindri Snaer, having been through rehab for alcohol and daughter, Eva Lind, continually engaged in fighting her addiction to drugs and recovering from losing a stillborn daughter, all caused by her reliance on drugs. Whilst his son is a distant stranger, Erlendur and Eva Lind share an occasionally fiery relationship, marked by honesty and an acceptance of each other's faults. Erlendur鈥檚 unstinting support of Eva Lind with her withdrawal never turns into preaching and readers will be of the opinion that he has been through his own internal struggles. Erlendur is a determined and persistent detective with a compassionate and realistic approach to the failings of society and hence, tackling crime. The case itself is more fascinating for combining an intriguing back story of the victim, rather than particularly plausible and what Indridason lacks in terms of strict adherence to procedural rigour he more than makes up for with his his powerful psychological angle. The overriding tone of this affecting and poignant police procedural is rather reflective, with El铆nborg simultaneously engaged in giving evidence and attending the trail of eight-year-old assault victim Addi, with his father on trial for causing his brutal injuries and El铆nborg taking the case rather personally. Seeing another young life altered chimes with Gudlauger鈥檚 situation and evidences how instrumental childhood memories can be in affecting a person's future.
Voices is monumentally more fascinating not for pinning down the perpetrator which is rather loosely detailed, but for the human interest element of the plot and a chance to reflect on the fragility of family life. I wasn鈥檛 impressed or particularly convinced by the convoluted denouement, which stretches credibility but I do not think tying down the specifics was Indridason鈥檚 primary focus of a poignant novel. Voices comes highly recommended for its insightful and profound take on family life, and how the increasing dependence on drugs and the associated problems of addiction, such as prostitution, have changed modern society. All of this resonates with Eva Lind鈥檚 own situation and the stillborn child that threatens to derail her attempts at getting clean. I am keen to see how the future course of this chequered father-daughter relationship progresses after Erlendur鈥檚 recognition of how his own childhood has impacted his adult life and indeed, Eva Lind鈥檚 own journey. Voices is an emotive story with an excellent psychological commentary and can be read as a standalone without previous knowledge of the series and the timely use of flashbacks illustrates the situations of Gudlauger, Addi and Erlendur well.
After reading Jar City and meeting Inspector Erlendur and his sidekicks, Sigurdur 脫li and El铆nborg, I was keen to see them in action tackling another investigation. Jar City combined a fascinating and complex investigation with Erlendur providing the social conscience and overseeing a reflective treatment. First published in Icelandic in 2003, Voices was translated into English in 2006 by Bernard Scudder who has delivered a remarkably fluent and highly readable rendering. In the run-up to Christmas, Reykjav铆k is awash with visitors and festivities should be in full swing inside one of the cities largest and most illustrious hotels. Hotel doorman, pseudo caretaker and annual wearer of the Santa costume, forty-eight-year-old Gudlauger (鈥淕ulli鈥�) Egilsson, is however discovered stabbed in him grim basement accommodation within the hotel. Still clad in his Santa costume, with trousers hanging by his ankles and a condom hanging off his limp penis, the inappropriate jokes are two a penny from Sigurdur 脫li! In the equivalent of a prison cell sized room, it appears that Gudlauger has spent to last twenty-years and the lack of character and paucity of possessions does not offer much in the way of leads. Naturally the call to the police asks for discretion for the guests, however that is the last concern of Erlendur when he assesses the strange circumstances of the victim and the potential suspects. With a scant lack of concern for the victim, and his inconvenient timing, sympathy from his colleagues is distinctly lacking. The sole possessions to be found in the room is a book relating to the history of the Vienna Boys鈥� Choir and a couple of vinyl records, which offers Erlendur limited opportunity to discover more about the man. It is therefore the presence of saliva on the condom which sees Erlendur taking his first steps and requesting samples, thus necessitating the presence of biotechnician and scene of crime officer Valgerdur, a lady of a similar vintage who also catches the eye of Erlendur.
Despite the obstacles in his path, the indefatigable Erlendur鈥檚 unwavering persistence to discover the who and the why at the heart of this matter reveal an unexpected and fascinating life history, with the victim鈥檚 shortlived spell as the most admired Icelandic boys soprano coming to an end when nature intervened at twelve-years-old and his voice broke on stage. Tracing the victims history back to Hafnarfj枚rdur Children鈥檚 Choir and his former choirmaster, Gabr铆el Hermannson, Erlendur learns of a life forever blighted by a man's failure to live up to his father's expectations, and marked by crippling bullying and the pattern of self-destruction that such circumstances can set in motion. The most surprising reaction to Gudlauger鈥檚 murder comes from his remaining estranged family, a wheelchair bound father and sister, Stefan铆a Egilsd贸ttir. What lies behind the decades long estrangement of Gudlauger from his family home and why are his relatives so bitter?
Due to staff cutbacks and the lack of necessity for a full-time doorman the victim had been made redundant but subsequently failed to move out from his digs. The manager and staff are all keen to dissociate themselves from the matter and reveal how little they knew of the victim, despite his service and residence of over twenty-years. The slow stripping back of the goings on at the hotel are stymied by the stroppy chambermaid who found the body, 脰sp, only telling a fraction of what she knows (in essence, itself a lie) and belatedly throwing accusations of theft, the subsequent reluctance of the reception manager to make himself available for questioning and the availability of prostitutes for guests. Of the guests, it is the rather shifty and eccentric British vinyl collector, Henry Wapshott, who professes to a specific passion for the music of boys鈥檚 choirs and tells of his journey to Iceland on the agreement of meeting the former household name soprano and purchasing any remaining records in his possession. However, when it turns out that it is not the first visit that Wapshott has made to Iceland, or indeed the hotel, his avoidance of providing a DNA sample and attempts to skip the country force Erlendur to get to probe just what Wapshott is so keen to keep hidden. With no sign of Wapshott鈥檚 down payment amongst the possession of the dead man, there is clearly much more to a never-ending unravelling.
As Erlendur, reluctant to return to his lonely flat over Christmas, checks into a room at the hotel he is overcome by a malaise as he sees parallels with his own life history and Gudlauger鈥檚, in the death of his younger brother which marred his childhood and left him with survivors guilt. In a sense, Erlendur knows that part of him died that day with his brother freezing to death, and this has in turn impacted his own failure and resolve to be part of his children's lives. Opening up about the raw memory and finally facing the way in which it has affected his life, it feels like Erlendur is attempting to address effectively robbing both his offspring of their childhoods when he walked out of their lives in their early years.
Erlendur has much in common with the brooding and rather introspective detectives familiar to Nordic Noir. Middle-aged, divorced for twenty-years, he is a world-weary figure, with a dogged determination and a man who expects little from his remaining years. His failure to keep contact with either of his children at a young age still haunts him and he feels largely responsible for their addiction battles, with son, Sindri Snaer, having been through rehab for alcohol and daughter, Eva Lind, continually engaged in fighting her addiction to drugs and recovering from losing a stillborn daughter, all caused by her reliance on drugs. Whilst his son is a distant stranger, Erlendur and Eva Lind share an occasionally fiery relationship, marked by honesty and an acceptance of each other's faults. Erlendur鈥檚 unstinting support of Eva Lind with her withdrawal never turns into preaching and readers will be of the opinion that he has been through his own internal struggles. Erlendur is a determined and persistent detective with a compassionate and realistic approach to the failings of society and hence, tackling crime. The case itself is more fascinating for combining an intriguing back story of the victim, rather than particularly plausible and what Indridason lacks in terms of strict adherence to procedural rigour he more than makes up for with his his powerful psychological angle. The overriding tone of this affecting and poignant police procedural is rather reflective, with El铆nborg simultaneously engaged in giving evidence and attending the trail of eight-year-old assault victim Addi, with his father on trial for causing his brutal injuries and El铆nborg taking the case rather personally. Seeing another young life altered chimes with Gudlauger鈥檚 situation and evidences how instrumental childhood memories can be in affecting a person's future.
Voices is monumentally more fascinating not for pinning down the perpetrator which is rather loosely detailed, but for the human interest element of the plot and a chance to reflect on the fragility of family life. I wasn鈥檛 impressed or particularly convinced by the convoluted denouement, which stretches credibility but I do not think tying down the specifics was Indridason鈥檚 primary focus of a poignant novel. Voices comes highly recommended for its insightful and profound take on family life, and how the increasing dependence on drugs and the associated problems of addiction, such as prostitution, have changed modern society. All of this resonates with Eva Lind鈥檚 own situation and the stillborn child that threatens to derail her attempts at getting clean. I am keen to see how the future course of this chequered father-daughter relationship progresses after Erlendur鈥檚 recognition of how his own childhood has impacted his adult life and indeed, Eva Lind鈥檚 own journey. Voices is an emotive story with an excellent psychological commentary and can be read as a standalone without previous knowledge of the series and the timely use of flashbacks illustrates the situations of Gudlauger, Addi and Erlendur well.
January 20, 2021
Com鈥櫭� triste Reykjavik
Il delitto che, otto mesi dopo , richiede l鈥檌ntervento di Erlendur e della sua squadra ha luogo in un albergo di lusso in piena attivit脿 per le imminenti festivit脿 natalizie, ma noi fedeli lettori di Erlendur, ormai abituati a conoscere i pi霉 sordidi e malfamati luoghi di Reykjavik, non dobbiamo preoccuparci perch茅 non mancher脿 la dose abituale di disagio sociale, emarginazione, solitudine e sofferenza.
Reykjavik d鈥檌nverno.
Dopo aver letto cinque romanzi di Arnaldur Indri冒ason non posso fare a meno di chiedermi se la capitale islandese sia un luogo cos矛 triste e desolato, dove non mi verrebbe mai in mente di abitare nonostante il fascino che hanno su di me i luoghi nordici; o forse la domanda corretta 猫 se gli islandesi siano proprio cos矛 infelici e insoddisfatti, preda di violenza e depressione. Sicuramente questa 猫 la visione dell鈥檃utore, che sia per esplicita contrapposizione all鈥檌mmagine ufficiale, patinata e magica, del suo paese o sia una scelta narrativa per spiazzare il lettore non ha molto importanza: certamente 猫 difficile (almeno per me) seguire Erlendur nelle sue indagini senza sentirmi oppressa, scoraggiata e insoddisfatta per le battaglie, spesso inutili, del vivere quotidiano. Insomma, mi sento come i personaggi di Indri冒ason e leggo i suoi romanzi identificandomi con lo spirito islandese (o almeno quegli aspetti che l鈥檃utore vuole farci conoscere): questa capacit脿 di contagio emotivo 猫 l鈥檃spetto che io apprezzo maggiormente. Viceversa, non sempre l鈥檌ndagine mi sembra ben costruita ed 猫 proprio il caso di questo romanzo poich茅 alcuni elementi, palesi sin dall鈥檌nizio e nodali per l鈥檌ndividuazione del colpevole, non vengono colti dagli agenti di polizia che girano a vuoto per un bel po鈥�. Si pu貌 ipotizzare che questo girare a vuoto sia proprio quello che permette a Indri冒ason di condurci nelle pi霉 recondite pieghe dell鈥檃nimo umano (almeno di quello islandese), anzi io ne sono convinta!
Kleppur, l鈥檕spedale psichiatrico di Reykjavik.
Il delitto che, otto mesi dopo , richiede l鈥檌ntervento di Erlendur e della sua squadra ha luogo in un albergo di lusso in piena attivit脿 per le imminenti festivit脿 natalizie, ma noi fedeli lettori di Erlendur, ormai abituati a conoscere i pi霉 sordidi e malfamati luoghi di Reykjavik, non dobbiamo preoccuparci perch茅 non mancher脿 la dose abituale di disagio sociale, emarginazione, solitudine e sofferenza.
Reykjavik d鈥檌nverno.
Dopo aver letto cinque romanzi di Arnaldur Indri冒ason non posso fare a meno di chiedermi se la capitale islandese sia un luogo cos矛 triste e desolato, dove non mi verrebbe mai in mente di abitare nonostante il fascino che hanno su di me i luoghi nordici; o forse la domanda corretta 猫 se gli islandesi siano proprio cos矛 infelici e insoddisfatti, preda di violenza e depressione. Sicuramente questa 猫 la visione dell鈥檃utore, che sia per esplicita contrapposizione all鈥檌mmagine ufficiale, patinata e magica, del suo paese o sia una scelta narrativa per spiazzare il lettore non ha molto importanza: certamente 猫 difficile (almeno per me) seguire Erlendur nelle sue indagini senza sentirmi oppressa, scoraggiata e insoddisfatta per le battaglie, spesso inutili, del vivere quotidiano. Insomma, mi sento come i personaggi di Indri冒ason e leggo i suoi romanzi identificandomi con lo spirito islandese (o almeno quegli aspetti che l鈥檃utore vuole farci conoscere): questa capacit脿 di contagio emotivo 猫 l鈥檃spetto che io apprezzo maggiormente. Viceversa, non sempre l鈥檌ndagine mi sembra ben costruita ed 猫 proprio il caso di questo romanzo poich茅 alcuni elementi, palesi sin dall鈥檌nizio e nodali per l鈥檌ndividuazione del colpevole, non vengono colti dagli agenti di polizia che girano a vuoto per un bel po鈥�. Si pu貌 ipotizzare che questo girare a vuoto sia proprio quello che permette a Indri冒ason di condurci nelle pi霉 recondite pieghe dell鈥檃nimo umano (almeno di quello islandese), anzi io ne sono convinta!
Kleppur, l鈥檕spedale psichiatrico di Reykjavik.
September 2, 2016
Arnaldur Indridason es, quiz谩s junto con Henning Mankell, uno de los autores de novela negra 鈥渟urgidos del frio鈥� que m谩s me satisfacen. Hay muchos m谩s, todos con tramas oscuras e invernales, como el clima en el que viven, pero si tuviera que elegir me quedar铆a con estos.
Esta es la quinta entrega del inspector Erlendur, y a煤n no comprendo porque sus obras se han ido traduciendo sin sentido cronol贸gico, algo que tambi茅n le ocurre a Jo Nesbo, otro fabuloso escritor noruego.
En esta entrega tendremos una visi贸n m谩s profunda del inexistente entorno familiar del inspector, (personaje solitario, y fracasado en su faceta tanto de marido como de padre), y aunque a veces no es f谩cil comprender sus comportamientos, acabas sintiendo una gran empat铆a hacia el personaje.
De la trama no es necesario apuntar nada, ya hay suficientes rese帽as en esta p谩gina. Tan s贸lo dir茅 que la novela me ha ofrecido lo que esperaba, grandes reflexiones sobre una sociedad corrupta y amarga, y la resoluci贸n de un asesinato a fuego lento, sin espectaculares persecuciones al volante, ni asesinatos en cadena, ni nada de lo que los escritores americanos (y soy un gran seguidor de muchos de ellos) nos tienen tan acostumbrados.
Por cierto, recientemente he recorrido algunos de los paisajes que se describen en las novelas de los escritores mencionados, lo que me ha hecho comprender muchos aspectos de las descripciones, as铆 como encapricharme m谩s a煤n de los pa铆ses del norte de Europa. Unos pa铆ses donde el verano (corto) se disfruta a tope, y donde el invierno (inacabable) te deja en un estado de languidez perpetua. No es de extra帽ar por tanto que, a pesar de su gran belleza, sean los pa铆ses donde m谩s suicidios se cometen. Digresiones aparte, he disfrutado mucho con esta novela.
Esta es la quinta entrega del inspector Erlendur, y a煤n no comprendo porque sus obras se han ido traduciendo sin sentido cronol贸gico, algo que tambi茅n le ocurre a Jo Nesbo, otro fabuloso escritor noruego.
En esta entrega tendremos una visi贸n m谩s profunda del inexistente entorno familiar del inspector, (personaje solitario, y fracasado en su faceta tanto de marido como de padre), y aunque a veces no es f谩cil comprender sus comportamientos, acabas sintiendo una gran empat铆a hacia el personaje.
De la trama no es necesario apuntar nada, ya hay suficientes rese帽as en esta p谩gina. Tan s贸lo dir茅 que la novela me ha ofrecido lo que esperaba, grandes reflexiones sobre una sociedad corrupta y amarga, y la resoluci贸n de un asesinato a fuego lento, sin espectaculares persecuciones al volante, ni asesinatos en cadena, ni nada de lo que los escritores americanos (y soy un gran seguidor de muchos de ellos) nos tienen tan acostumbrados.
Por cierto, recientemente he recorrido algunos de los paisajes que se describen en las novelas de los escritores mencionados, lo que me ha hecho comprender muchos aspectos de las descripciones, as铆 como encapricharme m谩s a煤n de los pa铆ses del norte de Europa. Unos pa铆ses donde el verano (corto) se disfruta a tope, y donde el invierno (inacabable) te deja en un estado de languidez perpetua. No es de extra帽ar por tanto que, a pesar de su gran belleza, sean los pa铆ses donde m谩s suicidios se cometen. Digresiones aparte, he disfrutado mucho con esta novela.
October 25, 2017
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丕爻鬲賲鬲毓賵丕 ..
丿賲鬲賲 賯乇丕亍 ...鉂も潳鉂�
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May 3, 2018
Natale in albergo
Indridason 猫 sempre piacevole, tuttavia La voce mi 猫 piaciuto meno dei precedenti. La storia ha un suo spessore ma non offre quella vista sulla societ脿 e storia islandese che mi avevano affascinato in La signora in verde e Sotto la citt脿. L鈥檃tmosfera introspettiva e malinconica sono quelle consuete e occupano circa la met脿 del libro, il suo Erlendur prende una stanza in albergo, anonima per definizione (e col riscaldamento non funzionante) pur di sfuggire al vuoto della sua casa, come se lo scenario cambiasse la sostanza dei fatti. Tuttavia i pensieri non restano appesi nell鈥檃rmadio ma se li porta dietro e animano i suoi sogni.
Indridason 猫 sempre piacevole, tuttavia La voce mi 猫 piaciuto meno dei precedenti. La storia ha un suo spessore ma non offre quella vista sulla societ脿 e storia islandese che mi avevano affascinato in La signora in verde e Sotto la citt脿. L鈥檃tmosfera introspettiva e malinconica sono quelle consuete e occupano circa la met脿 del libro, il suo Erlendur prende una stanza in albergo, anonima per definizione (e col riscaldamento non funzionante) pur di sfuggire al vuoto della sua casa, come se lo scenario cambiasse la sostanza dei fatti. Tuttavia i pensieri non restano appesi nell鈥檃rmadio ma se li porta dietro e animano i suoi sogni.
August 25, 2013
乇賵丕賷賴 噩賲賷賱賴 噩丿丕 丕爻賱賵亘賴丕 乇丕賯賶 賵丕毓噩亘賳賶
賵丕毓噩亘賳賶 丕賰孬乇 丕賱賯氐氐 丕賱孬賱丕孬 毓賳 毓賱丕賯賴 丕賮乇丕丿 丕賱毓丕卅賱賴 亘亘毓囟賴賲 毓乇囟 丕賱賲丐賱賮 孬賱丕孬 賯氐氐 賲丐賱賲賴 噩丿丕 毓賳 毓賱丕賯賴 丕賱兀亘賳丕亍 亘丕賱兀亘丕亍 賵賳爻噩賴丕 亘氐賵乇賴 毓亘賯乇賷賴 賮賶 乇賵丕賷賴 賵丕丨丿賴 賵賴匕丕 丕賰孬乇 卮賶亍 毓噩亘賳賶
丕賳氐丨 丕賱噩賲賷毓 亘賯乇兀鬲賴丕 賮賴賶 丕賰孬乇 賲賳 賲噩乇丿 乇賵丕賷賴 亘賵賱賷爻賷賴 丕賵 鬲鬲丨丿孬 毓賳 噩乇賷賲賴 賲丕
丕賱卮賶亍 丕賱賵丨賷丿 丕賱匕賶 賯丿 賷丐禺匕 毓賱賷賴丕 賲賳 賵噩賴賴 賳馗乇賶 丕賳賴丕 賲賱賷卅賴 亘噩賵 賲賳 丕賱兀丨亘丕胤 賵丕賱兀爻賶 ...賵賱賰賳 賴匕丕 丕賷囟丕 丕毓噩亘賳賶 :)
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April 4, 2019
韦蔚位喂魏维, 伪蟺蠈 蠈位慰谓 伪蠀蟿蠈谓 蟿慰 蠂伪渭蠈 蟺慰蠀 苇纬喂谓蔚 渭蔚 蟿畏谓 危魏伪谓未喂谓伪尾喂魏萎 螒蟽蟿蠀谓慰渭喂魏萎 位慰纬慰蟿蔚蠂谓委伪 魏伪喂 伪蠁慰蠉 未喂维尾伪蟽伪 蟽蠂蔚未蠈谓 蠈位慰蠀蟼 蟿慰蠀蟼 蟺慰位蠀未喂伪蠁畏渭喂味蠈渭蔚谓慰蠀蟼 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁蔚委蟼 蟿慰蠀 蔚委未慰蠀蟼, 魏伪蟿苇位畏尉伪 蠈蟿喂 蟽蔚 蔚渭苇谓伪 蟿伪委蟻喂伪尉蔚 慰 螜ndridason. 螝伪位维, 魏伪喂 畏 Sigurdardottir 伪位位维 伪蟺蠈 伪蠀蟿萎谓 苇蠂蠅 未喂伪尾维蟽蔚喂 渭蠈谓慰 苇谓伪, 慰蟺蠈蟿蔚 蔚蟺喂蠁蠀位维蟽蟽慰渭伪喂.
螆蠂蠅 未喂伪尾维蟽蔚喂 蟿伪 蟿蟻委伪 伪蟺蠈 蟿伪 蟿苇蟽蟽蔚蟻伪 尾喂尾位委伪 蟿慰蠀 蟺慰蠀 魏蠀魏位慰蠁慰蟻慰蠉谓 蟽蟿伪 螘位位畏谓喂魏维, 伪位位维 蠈蠂喂 渭蔚 蟿畏 蟽蔚喂蟻维 蟺慰蠀 苇蠂慰蠀谓 纬蟻伪蠁蟿蔚委. 螒蠀蟿蠈 苇蠂蔚喂 蠅蟼 伪蟺慰蟿苇位蔚蟽渭伪 谓伪 未喂伪尾维蟽蠅 位委纬慰 渭蟺蔚蟻未蔚渭苇谓伪 蟿畏谓 蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟺喂魏萎 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 蟿慰蠀 螆蟿位蔚谓蟿慰蠀蟻, 伪位位维 未蔚谓 蟺蔚喂蟻维味蔚喂, 蟿蠋蟻伪 渭蔚 伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰 尾喂尾位委慰 渭蟺萎魏伪谓 蠈位伪 蟽蟿畏 蟽蠅蟽蟿萎 蟿慰蠀蟼 胃苇蟽畏.
惟蟼 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 魏伪喂 蟺位慰魏萎 慰喂 "桅蝇谓苇蟼" 渭慰蠀 维蟻蔚蟽伪谓 蟺慰位蠉. 螠维位喂蟽蟿伪 蟿慰 胃蔚蠅蟻蠋 蟽蠂蔚未蠈谓 喂蟽维尉喂慰 渭蔚 蟿畏 "危喂蠅蟺萎 蟿慰蠀 蟿维蠁慰蠀" (慰 "螁谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰蟼 蟿畏蟼 位委渭谓畏蟼" 未蔚谓 渭慰蠀 维蟻蔚蟽蔚 喂未喂伪委蟿蔚蟻伪). 螖蔚谓 渭维谓蟿蔚蠄伪 蟿慰谓 未慰位慰蠁蠈谓慰 伪位位维 伪蠀蟿蠈 未蔚谓 苇蠂蔚喂 喂未喂伪委蟿蔚蟻畏 蟽畏渭伪蟽委伪, 慰 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰蟼 蟺慰蠀 蟺蟻慰蠂蠅蟻慰蠉蟽蔚 畏 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 渭慰蠀 魏蟻维蟿畏蟽蔚 蟿慰 蔚谓未喂伪蠁苇蟻慰谓. 螒蟽蠂慰位蔚委蟿伪喂 渭蔚 苇谓伪 伪蟻魏蔚蟿维 蟽慰尾伪蟻蠈 魏慰喂谓蠅谓喂魏蠈 胃苇渭伪 蟿慰 慰蟺慰委慰 魏伪蟿伪蠁苇蟻谓蔚喂 魏伪喂 伪谓伪位蠉蔚喂 魏伪位维, 伪谓 魏伪喂 蔚位伪蠁蟻蠋蟼 蔚蟺喂蠁伪谓蔚喂伪魏维. 螖委谓蔚喂 蠈渭蠅蟼 蟿慰 苇谓伪蠀蟽渭伪 谓伪 蟽魏蔚蠁蟿蔚委蟼 位委纬慰 蟺伪蟻伪蟺维谓蠅- 魏伪喂 渭喂位维蠅 蠁蠀蟽喂魏维 纬喂伪 蟿慰 蟻蠈位慰 蟺慰蠀 蟺伪委味慰蠀谓 慰喂 纬慰谓蔚委蟼 蟽蟿畏谓 蟺慰蟻蔚委伪 蟿畏蟼 味蠅萎蟼 蟿蠅谓 蟺伪喂未喂蠋谓 蟿慰蠀蟼 渭蔚 蟿喂蟼 伪蟺伪喂蟿萎蟽蔚喂蟼 蟺慰蠀 苇蠂慰蠀谓 伪蟺蠈 伪蠀蟿维 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 蟺委蔚蟽畏 蟺慰蠀 谓喂蠋胃慰蠀谓 蟿伪 蟺伪喂未喂维 谓伪 伪谓蟿伪蟺蔚尉苇位胃慰蠀谓 蟽蟿喂蟼 纬慰谓喂魏苇蟼 蟺蟻慰蟽未慰魏委蔚蟼.
螌位慰 蟿慰 尾喂尾位委慰 蔚委谓伪喂 魏伪位慰纬蟻伪渭渭苇谓慰, 伪谓 魏伪喂 魏维蟺慰喂慰喂 渭蟺慰蟻慰蠉谓 (未喂魏伪委蠅蟼) 谓伪 蟺慰蠀谓 蠈蟿喂 蔚委谓伪喂 伪蟻纬蠈 魏伪喂 委蟽蠅蟼 蟿慰蠀 位蔚委蟺蔚喂 苇谓蟿伪蟽畏. 螕喂伪 蔚渭苇谓伪 蠈渭蠅蟼 伪蠀蟿维 喂蟽慰蠁伪蟻委味慰谓蟿伪喂 伪蟺蠈 蟿慰谓 蟽蠀谓伪喂蟽胃畏渭伪蟿喂蟽渭蠈 蟺慰蠀 未委谓蔚喂 蟽蟿慰蠀蟼 蟺蟻蠅蟿伪纬蠅谓喂蟽蟿苇蟼 蟿慰蠀 魏伪喂 伪蟺蠈 蟿慰 伪未喂蠈蟻伪蟿慰 蠂喂慰蠉渭慰蟻 蟿慰蠀. 韦慰 渭蠈谓慰 蟺伪蟻维蟺慰谓慰 蟺慰蠀 苇蠂蠅 蔚委谓伪喂 蠈蟿喂 胃伪 萎胃蔚位伪 谓伪 尾蟻蔚喂 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰 谓伪 蔚谓蟿维尉蔚喂 蟽蟿畏谓 蟺位慰魏萎 蟺蔚蟻喂纬蟻伪蠁苇蟼 蟿蠅谓 蟿慰蟺委蠅谓 蟿畏蟼 螜蟽位伪谓未委伪蟼.
螆蠂蠅 未喂伪尾维蟽蔚喂 蟿伪 蟿蟻委伪 伪蟺蠈 蟿伪 蟿苇蟽蟽蔚蟻伪 尾喂尾位委伪 蟿慰蠀 蟺慰蠀 魏蠀魏位慰蠁慰蟻慰蠉谓 蟽蟿伪 螘位位畏谓喂魏维, 伪位位维 蠈蠂喂 渭蔚 蟿畏 蟽蔚喂蟻维 蟺慰蠀 苇蠂慰蠀谓 纬蟻伪蠁蟿蔚委. 螒蠀蟿蠈 苇蠂蔚喂 蠅蟼 伪蟺慰蟿苇位蔚蟽渭伪 谓伪 未喂伪尾维蟽蠅 位委纬慰 渭蟺蔚蟻未蔚渭苇谓伪 蟿畏谓 蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟺喂魏萎 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 蟿慰蠀 螆蟿位蔚谓蟿慰蠀蟻, 伪位位维 未蔚谓 蟺蔚喂蟻维味蔚喂, 蟿蠋蟻伪 渭蔚 伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰 尾喂尾位委慰 渭蟺萎魏伪谓 蠈位伪 蟽蟿畏 蟽蠅蟽蟿萎 蟿慰蠀蟼 胃苇蟽畏.
惟蟼 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 魏伪喂 蟺位慰魏萎 慰喂 "桅蝇谓苇蟼" 渭慰蠀 维蟻蔚蟽伪谓 蟺慰位蠉. 螠维位喂蟽蟿伪 蟿慰 胃蔚蠅蟻蠋 蟽蠂蔚未蠈谓 喂蟽维尉喂慰 渭蔚 蟿畏 "危喂蠅蟺萎 蟿慰蠀 蟿维蠁慰蠀" (慰 "螁谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰蟼 蟿畏蟼 位委渭谓畏蟼" 未蔚谓 渭慰蠀 维蟻蔚蟽蔚 喂未喂伪委蟿蔚蟻伪). 螖蔚谓 渭维谓蟿蔚蠄伪 蟿慰谓 未慰位慰蠁蠈谓慰 伪位位维 伪蠀蟿蠈 未蔚谓 苇蠂蔚喂 喂未喂伪委蟿蔚蟻畏 蟽畏渭伪蟽委伪, 慰 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰蟼 蟺慰蠀 蟺蟻慰蠂蠅蟻慰蠉蟽蔚 畏 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 渭慰蠀 魏蟻维蟿畏蟽蔚 蟿慰 蔚谓未喂伪蠁苇蟻慰谓. 螒蟽蠂慰位蔚委蟿伪喂 渭蔚 苇谓伪 伪蟻魏蔚蟿维 蟽慰尾伪蟻蠈 魏慰喂谓蠅谓喂魏蠈 胃苇渭伪 蟿慰 慰蟺慰委慰 魏伪蟿伪蠁苇蟻谓蔚喂 魏伪喂 伪谓伪位蠉蔚喂 魏伪位维, 伪谓 魏伪喂 蔚位伪蠁蟻蠋蟼 蔚蟺喂蠁伪谓蔚喂伪魏维. 螖委谓蔚喂 蠈渭蠅蟼 蟿慰 苇谓伪蠀蟽渭伪 谓伪 蟽魏蔚蠁蟿蔚委蟼 位委纬慰 蟺伪蟻伪蟺维谓蠅- 魏伪喂 渭喂位维蠅 蠁蠀蟽喂魏维 纬喂伪 蟿慰 蟻蠈位慰 蟺慰蠀 蟺伪委味慰蠀谓 慰喂 纬慰谓蔚委蟼 蟽蟿畏谓 蟺慰蟻蔚委伪 蟿畏蟼 味蠅萎蟼 蟿蠅谓 蟺伪喂未喂蠋谓 蟿慰蠀蟼 渭蔚 蟿喂蟼 伪蟺伪喂蟿萎蟽蔚喂蟼 蟺慰蠀 苇蠂慰蠀谓 伪蟺蠈 伪蠀蟿维 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 蟺委蔚蟽畏 蟺慰蠀 谓喂蠋胃慰蠀谓 蟿伪 蟺伪喂未喂维 谓伪 伪谓蟿伪蟺蔚尉苇位胃慰蠀谓 蟽蟿喂蟼 纬慰谓喂魏苇蟼 蟺蟻慰蟽未慰魏委蔚蟼.
螌位慰 蟿慰 尾喂尾位委慰 蔚委谓伪喂 魏伪位慰纬蟻伪渭渭苇谓慰, 伪谓 魏伪喂 魏维蟺慰喂慰喂 渭蟺慰蟻慰蠉谓 (未喂魏伪委蠅蟼) 谓伪 蟺慰蠀谓 蠈蟿喂 蔚委谓伪喂 伪蟻纬蠈 魏伪喂 委蟽蠅蟼 蟿慰蠀 位蔚委蟺蔚喂 苇谓蟿伪蟽畏. 螕喂伪 蔚渭苇谓伪 蠈渭蠅蟼 伪蠀蟿维 喂蟽慰蠁伪蟻委味慰谓蟿伪喂 伪蟺蠈 蟿慰谓 蟽蠀谓伪喂蟽胃畏渭伪蟿喂蟽渭蠈 蟺慰蠀 未委谓蔚喂 蟽蟿慰蠀蟼 蟺蟻蠅蟿伪纬蠅谓喂蟽蟿苇蟼 蟿慰蠀 魏伪喂 伪蟺蠈 蟿慰 伪未喂蠈蟻伪蟿慰 蠂喂慰蠉渭慰蟻 蟿慰蠀. 韦慰 渭蠈谓慰 蟺伪蟻维蟺慰谓慰 蟺慰蠀 苇蠂蠅 蔚委谓伪喂 蠈蟿喂 胃伪 萎胃蔚位伪 谓伪 尾蟻蔚喂 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰 谓伪 蔚谓蟿维尉蔚喂 蟽蟿畏谓 蟺位慰魏萎 蟺蔚蟻喂纬蟻伪蠁苇蟼 蟿蠅谓 蟿慰蟺委蠅谓 蟿畏蟼 螜蟽位伪谓未委伪蟼.
March 1, 2018
It may seem like I鈥檓 skipping books in the series, but I just read the ones the Hungarian publisher deemed appropriate for our poor hearts.. this does not bother me at all.. really.. not. at. all.
February 8, 2019
Yine harika bir kitap. 陌zlanda鈥檔谋n so臒uk sokaklar谋ndan birinde bir otelin kap谋c谋s谋 odas谋nda 枚l眉 bulunur. Defalarca b谋莽aklanm谋艧t谋r ve uygunsuz bir durumdad谋r. Ba艧rollerimiz Erlendur, Sigurdir Oli ve Erinborg yine m眉thi艧 bir i艧 莽谋kard谋lar. Kitab谋n gerilimi 莽ok iyiydi ve son sayfaya kadar kim oldu臒unu merak ettirdi. Arnaldur鈥檜n baya臒谋 iyi bir kurgusuydu.
Kitab谋 okurken yine 陌zlanda鈥檡谋 hayal etmekten kendimi alamad谋m. Reykjavik de 莽ok merak etti臒im bir 艧ehir.
Polisiye seviyorsan谋z ve bulmaca gibi bir cinayet okumak istiyorsan谋z elinizde tuttu臒unuz bu kitap 莽ok do臒ru bir se莽im 馃げ馃徎
Kitab谋 okurken yine 陌zlanda鈥檡谋 hayal etmekten kendimi alamad谋m. Reykjavik de 莽ok merak etti臒im bir 艧ehir.
Polisiye seviyorsan谋z ve bulmaca gibi bir cinayet okumak istiyorsan谋z elinizde tuttu臒unuz bu kitap 莽ok do臒ru bir se莽im 馃げ馃徎
October 14, 2019
Topla preporuka za sve koji vole stil pisanja skandinavskih autora. Prili膷no hladni i disfunkcionalni odnosi, blago depresivni detektivi, generalno uz redovnu krimi pri膷u i slu膷aj koji se re拧ava u knjizi uvek postoji i pri膷a o emocionalnim problemima ve膰ine likova u pri膷i.
Pri膷a o samoj istrazi ubistva je zanimljivo vodjena. Pratimo istragu iz dana u dan, i kao i detektiv prebacujemo sumnju sa jednog lika na drugog, uz svaki novi trag koji se otkrije.
Pri膷a o samoj istrazi ubistva je zanimljivo vodjena. Pratimo istragu iz dana u dan, i kao i detektiv prebacujemo sumnju sa jednog lika na drugog, uz svaki novi trag koji se otkrije.
October 6, 2023
Maybe a little to static for my taste, but that's not a bad book. There are two remarks I would like to make:
- it seems that people in the Nordic countries are much stranger and more inclined to sin than we think; not to say some of them are quite rude morons (Eva Lind).
- writing novels for money is like selling goods (cars, grocery, toilet paper...) so it is hardly understandable why authors don't make their main characters more pleasant.
- it seems that people in the Nordic countries are much stranger and more inclined to sin than we think; not to say some of them are quite rude morons (Eva Lind).
- writing novels for money is like selling goods (cars, grocery, toilet paper...) so it is hardly understandable why authors don't make their main characters more pleasant.
July 19, 2018
Mentre aspettava, osserv貌 gli articoli in vendita a cifre esorbitanti; piatti con dipinti la cascata di Gulfoss e Geysir, statuette del dio Thor armato di martello, portachiavi con ciuffi di pelo di volpe, poster che illustravano tutti i cetacei avvistabili dalle coste del paese, giacche di pelle di foca che costavano quanto un suo stipendio. Meditava di comprarsi qualcosa che gli ricordasse quell鈥橧slanda strana, da turisti, che in realt脿 esisteva solo nell鈥檌mmaginario degli stranieri ricchi, ma non trov貌 nulla di abbastanza economico.
Si avvicina il Natale e un omicidio porta l鈥檃gente Erlendur in uno dei pi霉 importanti hotel di Reykjav铆k: turisti, decorazioni, musica鈥� tutto molto distante dalla sua vita. La vittima di questo romanzo 猫 un uomo vestito da Babbo Natale che in passato 猫 stato un bambino prodigio, una voce bianca.
Quanto pu貌 essere intensa una voce? Quanti e quali ricordi sepolti sotto la tempesta pu貌 far riaffiorare? Erlendur lo scoprir脿 mettendo un 45 giri sul giradischi.
In questo romanzo Indri冒ason intreccia almeno tre linee narrative: il caso di 鈥淏abbo Natale鈥�; il passato di Erlendur; il caso su cui sta indagando El铆nborg. A legare le tre storie 猫 il complicato rapporto genitori-figli e non pu貌 quindi mancare, anche in quest鈥檕ccasione, la relazione tra Erlendur e sua figlia Eva Lind, che si sviluppa da un romanzo all鈥檃ltro.
Come al solito ho apprezzato questo giallo tanto freddo, l鈥檌ntreccio mi 猫 sembrato molto buono e l鈥檃mbientazione nel particolare mondo della musica interessante. Erlendur, con la sua rara capacit脿 di ricredersi e di riconoscere i propri errori, 猫 un personaggio che mi piace molto, anche se temo che in quest鈥檕ccasione Indri冒ason abbia esagerato con la sua ingenuit脿: possibile che un agente della omicidi ci metta tanto a capire la caratteristica della vittima? Possibile che con il suo mestiere e le sue esperienze personali non riconosca l鈥檕dore dell鈥檋ashish?
E poi certo, un po鈥� di editing non avrebbe guastato, perch茅 leggere di Erlendur che sta bevendo uno Chartreuse Verde qualche riga prima di essere arrivato al bar lascia abbastanza spiazzati.
Si avvicina il Natale e un omicidio porta l鈥檃gente Erlendur in uno dei pi霉 importanti hotel di Reykjav铆k: turisti, decorazioni, musica鈥� tutto molto distante dalla sua vita. La vittima di questo romanzo 猫 un uomo vestito da Babbo Natale che in passato 猫 stato un bambino prodigio, una voce bianca.
Quanto pu貌 essere intensa una voce? Quanti e quali ricordi sepolti sotto la tempesta pu貌 far riaffiorare? Erlendur lo scoprir脿 mettendo un 45 giri sul giradischi.
In questo romanzo Indri冒ason intreccia almeno tre linee narrative: il caso di 鈥淏abbo Natale鈥�; il passato di Erlendur; il caso su cui sta indagando El铆nborg. A legare le tre storie 猫 il complicato rapporto genitori-figli e non pu貌 quindi mancare, anche in quest鈥檕ccasione, la relazione tra Erlendur e sua figlia Eva Lind, che si sviluppa da un romanzo all鈥檃ltro.
Come al solito ho apprezzato questo giallo tanto freddo, l鈥檌ntreccio mi 猫 sembrato molto buono e l鈥檃mbientazione nel particolare mondo della musica interessante. Erlendur, con la sua rara capacit脿 di ricredersi e di riconoscere i propri errori, 猫 un personaggio che mi piace molto, anche se temo che in quest鈥檕ccasione Indri冒ason abbia esagerato con la sua ingenuit脿: possibile che un agente della omicidi ci metta tanto a capire la caratteristica della vittima? Possibile che con il suo mestiere e le sue esperienze personali non riconosca l鈥檕dore dell鈥檋ashish?
E poi certo, un po鈥� di editing non avrebbe guastato, perch茅 leggere di Erlendur che sta bevendo uno Chartreuse Verde qualche riga prima di essere arrivato al bar lascia abbastanza spiazzati.
July 16, 2009
This may be Indridason's best yet...it is simply outstanding. I thought the last one (Silence of the Grave) was excellent, but I liked this one even more. It is one of the darkest mysteries I've ever encountered and the time flew by as I was reading. I couldn't put it down. Most highly recommended -- for serious mystery readers and those who enjoy Scandinavian mysteries and haven't yet discovered this author. You may wish to read them in order, however.
Voices begins with the discovery of a dead ex-doorman in his basement room at the hotel where he used to work. It's Christmas time in Reykjavik, and the doorman has been found wearing a Santa suit (he was supposed to play St. Nick at a hotel Christmas party), the pants down around his ankles and stabbed through the heart. There is very little for the police to go by except for a condom. As he begins his investigation, Erlendur, along with his team Sigurdur Oli and detective Elinborg, realizes that there is no one who really knew the dead man at the hotel, even though he had worked there for years. Obviously this makes his job more difficult. He begins delving into the life of the doorman and his investigations lead him into the doorman's rather strange past -- but does it have anything to do with his death? That's what Erlendur must discover. There's also some strange happenings at the hotel, a case of severe child abuse, and Erlendur has his own daughter Eva Lind to contend with as well. And it's Christmas -- a depressing time for many people.
It's a police procedural but it's also a psychological look at what makes families tick & why family relationships are often the way they are. It's humorous in spots, but overall, this is a bit morose and dark. The mystery is solid and readers will not be disappointed. Highly recommended.
Voices begins with the discovery of a dead ex-doorman in his basement room at the hotel where he used to work. It's Christmas time in Reykjavik, and the doorman has been found wearing a Santa suit (he was supposed to play St. Nick at a hotel Christmas party), the pants down around his ankles and stabbed through the heart. There is very little for the police to go by except for a condom. As he begins his investigation, Erlendur, along with his team Sigurdur Oli and detective Elinborg, realizes that there is no one who really knew the dead man at the hotel, even though he had worked there for years. Obviously this makes his job more difficult. He begins delving into the life of the doorman and his investigations lead him into the doorman's rather strange past -- but does it have anything to do with his death? That's what Erlendur must discover. There's also some strange happenings at the hotel, a case of severe child abuse, and Erlendur has his own daughter Eva Lind to contend with as well. And it's Christmas -- a depressing time for many people.
It's a police procedural but it's also a psychological look at what makes families tick & why family relationships are often the way they are. It's humorous in spots, but overall, this is a bit morose and dark. The mystery is solid and readers will not be disappointed. Highly recommended.
March 23, 2019
In einem Hotel in Reykjav铆k wird der Portier erstochen in seinem Zimmer aufgefunden - im Weihnachtsmannkost眉m. Der Portier lebte sehr zur眉ckgezogen, hatte kaum bzw. keine Freunde oder Familie. Wo also liegt das Motiv? Der Kommissar muss lange r盲tseln und viele Leute befragen, bis er St眉ck f眉r St眉ck mehr 眉ber den Portier - und 眉ber seine Vergangenheit, die eine wichtige Rolle zu spielen scheint - erf盲hrt.
Mein Leseeindruck:
Ich mag die B眉cher von Arnaldur Indri冒ason sehr gerne, so auch dieses. "Engelsstimme" hat mich 眉berzeugen k枚nnen, denn die Geschichte ist sehr spannend, zun盲chst r盲tselhaft und einfach unterhaltsam. Auch mag ich die d眉stere Stimmung und Atmosph盲re; sie passt zur Geschichte. Es gef盲llt mir ebenfalls sehr gut, dass die L枚sung des R盲tsels in der Vergangenheit zu finden ist. Das macht es f眉r mich nur noch spannender.
Ich werde bestimmt noch weitere B眉cher aus dieser Krimi-Reihe lesen!
Mein Leseeindruck:
Ich mag die B眉cher von Arnaldur Indri冒ason sehr gerne, so auch dieses. "Engelsstimme" hat mich 眉berzeugen k枚nnen, denn die Geschichte ist sehr spannend, zun盲chst r盲tselhaft und einfach unterhaltsam. Auch mag ich die d眉stere Stimmung und Atmosph盲re; sie passt zur Geschichte. Es gef盲llt mir ebenfalls sehr gut, dass die L枚sung des R盲tsels in der Vergangenheit zu finden ist. Das macht es f眉r mich nur noch spannender.
Ich werde bestimmt noch weitere B眉cher aus dieser Krimi-Reihe lesen!
May 21, 2015
禺賲爻丞 ...
兀噩賱 禺賲爻丞 賲賳 禺賲爻丞 .. 丕賰丕賵賳鬲賷 賵丕賳丕 丨乇 賮賷賴 賷丕 丕禺賷 !
氐丨丨鬲 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 毓賳丿賷 亘丿丕賷丞 丕賱賳馗乇丞 丕賱賶 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 丕賱廿爻賰賳丿賳丕賮賷丞 丕賱亘丕乇丞 賵丕賱鬲賷 丕賳賴丕乇鬲 亘爻亘亘 乇賵丕賷丞 賯氐乇 丕賱噩賱賷丿 丕賱鬲賷 氐丕丨亘賴丕 夭禺賲 丕毓賱丕賳賷 賱丕 鬲爻鬲丨賯賴
乇睾賲 丕賳 丕賱賰丕鬲亘 賲賳 (丌賷爻賱賳丿) 賱賱丿賯丞 廿賱丕 丕賳賴 賰賱賴 毓賳丿 丕賱毓乇亘 氐丕亘賵賳 .. 賲丕 丕賱匕賷 賳毓乇賮賴 毓賳 丌賷爻賱賳丿丕 爻賵賶 乇賯氐丞 丕賱亘胤乇賷賯
丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 丕毓丕丿鬲賳丕 睾賱賶 毓丕賱賲 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 丕賱亘賵賱賷爻賷丞 丕賱賰賱丕爻賷賰賷丞 .. 毓賱賶 胤乇賷賯丞 兀噩丕孬丕 賰乇賷爻鬲爻 .. 賴賳丕賰 賯丕鬲賱 .. 賲賳 賴賵 .. 賳亘丨孬 .. 丕賳鬲賴賶
毓賱賶 毓賰爻 丕賱乇賵丕賷丕鬲 丕賱丨丿賷孬丞 丕賱鬲賷 丕氐亘丨鬲 賲毓賯丿丞 廿賱賶 丿乇噩丞 丕賱爻禺丕賮丞 ..
爻兀亘丨孬 丕賱賷賵賲 毓賳 亘賯賷丞 賲丐賱賮丕鬲 丕賱賰丕鬲亘
兀噩賱 禺賲爻丞 賲賳 禺賲爻丞 .. 丕賰丕賵賳鬲賷 賵丕賳丕 丨乇 賮賷賴 賷丕 丕禺賷 !
氐丨丨鬲 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 毓賳丿賷 亘丿丕賷丞 丕賱賳馗乇丞 丕賱賶 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 丕賱廿爻賰賳丿賳丕賮賷丞 丕賱亘丕乇丞 賵丕賱鬲賷 丕賳賴丕乇鬲 亘爻亘亘 乇賵丕賷丞 賯氐乇 丕賱噩賱賷丿 丕賱鬲賷 氐丕丨亘賴丕 夭禺賲 丕毓賱丕賳賷 賱丕 鬲爻鬲丨賯賴
乇睾賲 丕賳 丕賱賰丕鬲亘 賲賳 (丌賷爻賱賳丿) 賱賱丿賯丞 廿賱丕 丕賳賴 賰賱賴 毓賳丿 丕賱毓乇亘 氐丕亘賵賳 .. 賲丕 丕賱匕賷 賳毓乇賮賴 毓賳 丌賷爻賱賳丿丕 爻賵賶 乇賯氐丞 丕賱亘胤乇賷賯
丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 丕毓丕丿鬲賳丕 睾賱賶 毓丕賱賲 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 丕賱亘賵賱賷爻賷丞 丕賱賰賱丕爻賷賰賷丞 .. 毓賱賶 胤乇賷賯丞 兀噩丕孬丕 賰乇賷爻鬲爻 .. 賴賳丕賰 賯丕鬲賱 .. 賲賳 賴賵 .. 賳亘丨孬 .. 丕賳鬲賴賶
毓賱賶 毓賰爻 丕賱乇賵丕賷丕鬲 丕賱丨丿賷孬丞 丕賱鬲賷 丕氐亘丨鬲 賲毓賯丿丞 廿賱賶 丿乇噩丞 丕賱爻禺丕賮丞 ..
爻兀亘丨孬 丕賱賷賵賲 毓賳 亘賯賷丞 賲丐賱賮丕鬲 丕賱賰丕鬲亘
May 10, 2020
Vrlo dobar krimi膰, na trenutke usporen i pun severnja膷ke melanholije, ali ipak interesantan sa dobrim likovima i radnjom.
September 21, 2015
韦慰 蟿蟻委蟿慰 尾喂尾位委慰 蟿慰蠀 Indridason 魏伪喂, 蟺伪蟻蠈蟿喂 胃蔚蠅蟻蔚委蟿伪喂 蟿慰 魏伪位蠉蟿蔚蟻蠈 蟿慰蠀, 渭蟺慰蟻蠋 谓伪 蟺蠅 蠈蟿喂 未蔚谓 萎蟿伪谓 蟿蠈蟽慰 蔚谓未喂伪蠁苇蟻慰谓 蠈蟽慰 "螚 蟽喂蠅蟺萎 蟿慰蠀 蟿维蠁慰蠀", 蟿慰 伪魏蟻喂尾蠋蟼 蟺蟻慰畏纬慰蠉渭蔚谓蠈 蟿慰蠀. 螝伪喂 蔚未蠋 慰 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪蟼 蟽蟿萎谓蔚喂 渭喂伪 伪蟽蟿蠀谓慰渭喂魏萎 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 蟺蟻慰魏蔚喂渭苇谓慰蠀 谓伪 蟽蠂慰位喂维蟽蔚喂 蟿畏谓 魏慰喂谓蠅谓喂魏萎 味蠅萎 蟿畏蟼 螜蟽位伪谓未委伪蟼, 渭苇蟽蠅 蟿蠅谓 蠂伪蟻伪魏蟿萎蟻蠅谓 蟺慰蠀 蔚渭蟺位苇魏慰谓蟿伪喂 蟽蟿慰 蠁蠈谓慰 魏伪喂 慰喂 慰蟺慰委慰喂 味慰蠀谓 蟽蔚 苇谓伪谓 魏蠈蟽渭慰 蟽魏慰蟿蔚喂谓蠈, 渭蔚 苇谓慰蠂伪 渭蠀蟽蟿喂魏维 魏伪喂 纬蔚渭维蟿慰 蟺蠈谓慰. 螣 萎蟻蠅伪蟼 蔚尉伪魏慰位慰蠀胃蔚委 谓伪 伪谓蟿喂渭蔚蟿蠅蟺委味蔚喂 蟿伪 未喂魏维 蟿慰蠀 慰喂魏慰纬蔚谓蔚喂魏维 魏伪喂 蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟺喂魏维 蟺蟻慰尾位萎渭伪蟿伪, 蟿伪 慰蟺慰委伪 蔚魏蟿蠀位委蟽蟽慰谓蟿伪喂 蟺伪蟻维位位畏位伪 渭蔚 蟿畏 未喂伪位蔚蠉魏伪谓蟽畏 蟿畏蟼 蠀蟺蠈胃蔚蟽畏蟼. 危伪谓 尾喂尾位委慰 胃蔚蠅蟻蠋 蠈蟿喂 未蔚谓 萎蟿伪谓 蟿蠈蟽慰 蟽蟿喂尾伪蟻蠈, 畏 蔚尉苇位喂尉畏 蟿畏蟼 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪蟼 未蔚谓 萎蟿伪谓 伪蟻魏蔚蟿维 苇谓蟿慰谓畏 蠋蟽蟿蔚 谓伪 魏伪胃畏位蠋蟽蔚喂 蟿慰谓 伪谓伪纬谓蠋蟽蟿畏, 魏伪喂 蟽蔚 慰蟻喂蟽渭苇谓伪 蟽畏渭蔚委伪 渭慰蠀 苇渭蔚喂谓蔚 畏 伪委蟽胃畏蟽畏 蠈蟿喂 慰喂 蟺蔚蟻喂纬蟻伪蠁苇蟼 萎蟿伪谓 渭维位位慰谓 '未喂伪未喂魏伪蟽蟿喂魏苇蟼' 蠋蟽蟿蔚 谓伪 蟺蟻慰蠂蠅蟻萎蟽蔚喂 畏 蟺位慰魏萎. 危蠀渭蟺蔚蟻伪蟽渭伪蟿喂魏维, 蔚委谓伪喂 苇谓伪 尾喂尾位委慰 渭维位位慰谓 蠀蟺慰蟿慰谓喂魏蠈 纬喂伪 蟿伪 纬慰蠉蟽蟿伪 渭慰蠀, 蠅蟽蟿蠈蟽慰 蔚尉伪魏慰位慰蠀胃蠋 谓伪 蟺喂蟽蟿蔚蠉蠅 蠈蟿喂 慰 Indridason 蔚委谓伪喂 苇谓伪蟼 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪蟼 慰 慰蟺慰委慰蟼 尉蔚蠂蠅蟻委味蔚喂 伪蟺蠈 蟿慰 蟽蠅蟻蠈 蟿蠅谓 位慰喂蟺蠋谓 伪蟽蟿蠀谓慰渭喂魏蠋谓 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇蠅谓, 魏蠀蟻委蠅蟼 纬喂伪蟿委 纬蟻维蠁蔚喂 尾喂尾位委伪 纬蔚谓喂魏蠈蟿蔚蟻慰蠀 魏慰喂谓蠅谓喂魏慰蟺慰位喂蟿喂魏慰蠉 蔚谓未喂伪蠁苇蟻慰谓蟿慰蟼 伪谓蟿委 纬喂伪 蟽蟿蔚委蟻蔚蟼 伪蟽蟿蠀谓慰渭喂魏苇蟼 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委蔚蟼. (5/10)
August 28, 2022
乇賵丕賷丞 噩賲賷賱丞 匕丕鬲 廿賷賯丕毓 賴丕丿賶 賵賯囟丕賷丕 賲丐孬乇丞.
乇丨賱丞 丕爻鬲賰卮丕賮賷丞 賱賱賳賮爻 賲賳 禺賱丕賱 兀亘胤丕賱 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賵賲丕囟賷 賰賱 賲賳賴賲 賵噩乇賵丨賴 賵丌賱丕賲賴.
鬲乇賰鬲賳賷 卮丿賷丿丞 丕賱鬲兀孬乇..
賱賴匕丕 丕賱氐丿賯 賵丕賱毓賲賯 丕賱賴丕丿卅 兀丨亘 丕賱兀丿亘 丕賱亘賵賱賷爻賷 丕賱丕爻賰賳丿賳丕賮賷. 鉂わ笍
乇丨賱丞 丕爻鬲賰卮丕賮賷丞 賱賱賳賮爻 賲賳 禺賱丕賱 兀亘胤丕賱 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賵賲丕囟賷 賰賱 賲賳賴賲 賵噩乇賵丨賴 賵丌賱丕賲賴.
鬲乇賰鬲賳賷 卮丿賷丿丞 丕賱鬲兀孬乇..
賱賴匕丕 丕賱氐丿賯 賵丕賱毓賲賯 丕賱賴丕丿卅 兀丨亘 丕賱兀丿亘 丕賱亘賵賱賷爻賷 丕賱丕爻賰賳丿賳丕賮賷. 鉂わ笍
May 26, 2022
陌莽erdi臒i mesaj ile de, plan谋 ve anlat谋m tarz谋 ile de 莽ok be臒endim.
Yazar谋n T眉rk莽eye 莽evrilmi艧 t眉m eserlerini okudum. Kitaplar her ne kadar birbirinden ba臒谋ms谋z olsa ve ana olaylar birbirini takip etmese de, detektif Erlandur鈥檜n 枚zel hayat谋 ile ilgili baz谋 detaylar devaml谋l谋k olu艧turdu臒undan, serinin orijinal yay谋nlanma s谋ras谋na g枚re okunmas谋n谋 枚neririm.
Serinin ana karakteri dedektif Erlandur ve ekibini, olaylar谋n ge莽ti臒i mekan谋, ve ortam谋, her kitab谋n i莽erdi臒i farkl谋 mesaj ile hikayelerini, kitaplar谋n kurgusunu, plan谋n谋 ve anlat谋m tarz谋n谋 莽ok be臒endim.
Erlandur鈥檜n, sadece 莽枚zm眉艧 oldu臒u davalara yakla艧谋m谋n谋 de臒il, aile ili艧kilerindeki 枚zele艧tiriyi, de臒i艧im 莽abas谋n谋 ve yeniden kurulmaya 莽al谋艧谋lan ili艧kilerini de sevdim.
Kitaplar谋n -biri hari莽 (S谋rlar 艦ehri)- 莽evirileri g眉zel ve ak谋c谋.
Yazar谋n T眉rk莽eye 莽evrilmi艧 t眉m eserlerini okudum. Kitaplar her ne kadar birbirinden ba臒谋ms谋z olsa ve ana olaylar birbirini takip etmese de, detektif Erlandur鈥檜n 枚zel hayat谋 ile ilgili baz谋 detaylar devaml谋l谋k olu艧turdu臒undan, serinin orijinal yay谋nlanma s谋ras谋na g枚re okunmas谋n谋 枚neririm.
Serinin ana karakteri dedektif Erlandur ve ekibini, olaylar谋n ge莽ti臒i mekan谋, ve ortam谋, her kitab谋n i莽erdi臒i farkl谋 mesaj ile hikayelerini, kitaplar谋n kurgusunu, plan谋n谋 ve anlat谋m tarz谋n谋 莽ok be臒endim.
Erlandur鈥檜n, sadece 莽枚zm眉艧 oldu臒u davalara yakla艧谋m谋n谋 de臒il, aile ili艧kilerindeki 枚zele艧tiriyi, de臒i艧im 莽abas谋n谋 ve yeniden kurulmaya 莽al谋艧谋lan ili艧kilerini de sevdim.
Kitaplar谋n -biri hari莽 (S谋rlar 艦ehri)- 莽evirileri g眉zel ve ak谋c谋.
August 10, 2012
ICELANDIC literature hasn't been known for its murders since the days of the sagas, but thanks to Arnaldur Indridason, that's about to change.
Indridason, a former journalist, has made his living with eight detective stories and two thrillers, all set in Iceland.
He won the Nordic Crime Novel Glass Key Award for Tainted Blood and for its sequel, Silence of the Grave, which also won the Crime Writers' Association Gold Dagger Award.
His Reykjav铆k mysteries feature blunt police detective Erlendur Sveinsson, and his cohorts Sigurdur Oli and Elinborg. In Voices, first published in 2002 and newly translated into English, they must unravel the death of a hotel doorman in the days leading up to Christmas.
The doorman, Gudlaugur, seems to have neither close friends nor family, and his former co-workers scarcely give his passing a thought. Erlendur, estranged from his own family, takes the case.
Indridason's lean prose lets his characters' actions speak for themselves. Erlendur checks into the hotel where the murder took place to prowl the scene as much as to avoid a Christmas at the homes of his well-meaning colleagues.
The hotel manager only cares about his former employee insofar as death may scare away business. "I should never have allowed him to live down there in the basement," he declares. "Bloody kindness will be the death of me."
Erlendur retorts, "You positively ooze it."
Indridason uses Gudlaugur, a child-star choir soloist, to probe the national psyche of Iceland, a country of 300,000. "No one is ever allowed to excel in this dwarf state," Elinborg complains upon learning Gudlaugur was bullied. "No one's allowed to be different."
That may be true of Erlendur himself. His dogged refusal to call the case closed, despite nabbing a prime suspect, alienates his colleagues. But as in Indridason's other novels, that stubbornness is key to unravelling the truth.
There's still room for humour, however. Erlendur deliberately sends the mildly homophobic Sigurdur Oli to interview a homosexual character witness.
Upon hearing that "half the population is gay and the other half pretends it is," he chokes on his tea, saying it's a bit strong -- but that's just the way he likes it.
As well, the occasional victory stands out in the darkness of the winter solstice. Erlendur reaches an understanding with his daughter, despite her bitterness over his walking out years earlier. He shares a deep secret with her, and it stops her in mid-tirade.
It's worth noting that Bernard Scudder's translation retains the feel of the original. British vocabulary aside, he nimbly illustrates differences in the original's idiom.
Erlendur corrects a maid for saying "should of," which has no direct correlation in Icelandic, but Scudder nevertheless conveys Erlendur's linguistic propriety without the original's digression into Icelandic "dative sickness."
Indridason has turned the fictional Iceland into a place where crime novels can take place -- and given his ability to tell a gripping story, murder just might be good for its tourist industry.
David J贸n Fuller is managing editor of L枚gberg-Heimskringla, the Icelandic community newspaper.
Republished from the Winnipeg Free Press print edition October 29, 2006
Indridason, a former journalist, has made his living with eight detective stories and two thrillers, all set in Iceland.
He won the Nordic Crime Novel Glass Key Award for Tainted Blood and for its sequel, Silence of the Grave, which also won the Crime Writers' Association Gold Dagger Award.
His Reykjav铆k mysteries feature blunt police detective Erlendur Sveinsson, and his cohorts Sigurdur Oli and Elinborg. In Voices, first published in 2002 and newly translated into English, they must unravel the death of a hotel doorman in the days leading up to Christmas.
The doorman, Gudlaugur, seems to have neither close friends nor family, and his former co-workers scarcely give his passing a thought. Erlendur, estranged from his own family, takes the case.
Indridason's lean prose lets his characters' actions speak for themselves. Erlendur checks into the hotel where the murder took place to prowl the scene as much as to avoid a Christmas at the homes of his well-meaning colleagues.
The hotel manager only cares about his former employee insofar as death may scare away business. "I should never have allowed him to live down there in the basement," he declares. "Bloody kindness will be the death of me."
Erlendur retorts, "You positively ooze it."
Indridason uses Gudlaugur, a child-star choir soloist, to probe the national psyche of Iceland, a country of 300,000. "No one is ever allowed to excel in this dwarf state," Elinborg complains upon learning Gudlaugur was bullied. "No one's allowed to be different."
That may be true of Erlendur himself. His dogged refusal to call the case closed, despite nabbing a prime suspect, alienates his colleagues. But as in Indridason's other novels, that stubbornness is key to unravelling the truth.
There's still room for humour, however. Erlendur deliberately sends the mildly homophobic Sigurdur Oli to interview a homosexual character witness.
Upon hearing that "half the population is gay and the other half pretends it is," he chokes on his tea, saying it's a bit strong -- but that's just the way he likes it.
As well, the occasional victory stands out in the darkness of the winter solstice. Erlendur reaches an understanding with his daughter, despite her bitterness over his walking out years earlier. He shares a deep secret with her, and it stops her in mid-tirade.
It's worth noting that Bernard Scudder's translation retains the feel of the original. British vocabulary aside, he nimbly illustrates differences in the original's idiom.
Erlendur corrects a maid for saying "should of," which has no direct correlation in Icelandic, but Scudder nevertheless conveys Erlendur's linguistic propriety without the original's digression into Icelandic "dative sickness."
Indridason has turned the fictional Iceland into a place where crime novels can take place -- and given his ability to tell a gripping story, murder just might be good for its tourist industry.
David J贸n Fuller is managing editor of L枚gberg-Heimskringla, the Icelandic community newspaper.
Republished from the Winnipeg Free Press print edition October 29, 2006
September 21, 2013
You don't pick up an Indridason book for its sunny faith in humankind; these books set in Iceland are as noire as Scandinavian Noire can possibly be. And Inspector Erlendur Sveinsson is as pathetic as he is brilliant.
This book has a particularly troubling cast of characters revolving around the death of a hotel Santa who was once a famous choirboy. Does this past have anything to do with his death and the horribly compromised position in which he is found? And what about the odd record collector who is trying to find the rare recordings of the former choirboy? And what of the dead man's strange and dysfunctional family (not to mention Erlendur's strange and dysfunctional family)? Almost all of the action takes place in and around the hotel, which gives the book an almost claustrophobic air. And Erlendur's team is collectively and individually laboring under the stresses of the Christmas season as well as the investigation. So what's the attraction? Because Indridason is a master manipulator of prose and his translator, Bernard Scudder, captures every morsel.
Not being a true mystery fan, I find myself reading Indridason because his explorations of the inner worlds of his characters, and especially Erlendur, are sophisticated and insightful. He is, to use an outdated word, an existentialist novelist who tries to figure out what it means to be human in a world that frequently seems absurd. One of his favorite themes is the way in which our past enslaves us, and the struggle it takes to break free.
In Voices, that theme comes through loud and clear. Erlendur begins to come to terms with his ghost-haunted past; in hearing Erlendur's ghost story, Eva Lind understands her own demons a bit better; the murder victim, Gulli, had been running from his past his whole life; and a subsidiary case of child abuse that Elinborg is working on once more illustrates the theme. Good stuff; the kind of writing that invites the reader to explore his or her own ghosts.
Author Arnaldur Indridason is one of Iceland's great contemporary writers, and I'm so glad his work is available in English. He is a brilliant writer who goes deep below the surface to explore the dark corners of human nature. This, then, is far more than a murder mystery, though it's a good one. It is a story about lost innocence, ruined childhood and family secrets and it's brilliantly done.
The translator for the first three of Arnaldur's books was Bernard Scudder who died in late 2006. Scudder (who was English) had spent many years in Iceland (his wife and two daughters are Icelandic) and did a phenomenal job of translation. I hope the translators of the next Arnaldur books do as well.
This book has a particularly troubling cast of characters revolving around the death of a hotel Santa who was once a famous choirboy. Does this past have anything to do with his death and the horribly compromised position in which he is found? And what about the odd record collector who is trying to find the rare recordings of the former choirboy? And what of the dead man's strange and dysfunctional family (not to mention Erlendur's strange and dysfunctional family)? Almost all of the action takes place in and around the hotel, which gives the book an almost claustrophobic air. And Erlendur's team is collectively and individually laboring under the stresses of the Christmas season as well as the investigation. So what's the attraction? Because Indridason is a master manipulator of prose and his translator, Bernard Scudder, captures every morsel.
Not being a true mystery fan, I find myself reading Indridason because his explorations of the inner worlds of his characters, and especially Erlendur, are sophisticated and insightful. He is, to use an outdated word, an existentialist novelist who tries to figure out what it means to be human in a world that frequently seems absurd. One of his favorite themes is the way in which our past enslaves us, and the struggle it takes to break free.
In Voices, that theme comes through loud and clear. Erlendur begins to come to terms with his ghost-haunted past; in hearing Erlendur's ghost story, Eva Lind understands her own demons a bit better; the murder victim, Gulli, had been running from his past his whole life; and a subsidiary case of child abuse that Elinborg is working on once more illustrates the theme. Good stuff; the kind of writing that invites the reader to explore his or her own ghosts.
Author Arnaldur Indridason is one of Iceland's great contemporary writers, and I'm so glad his work is available in English. He is a brilliant writer who goes deep below the surface to explore the dark corners of human nature. This, then, is far more than a murder mystery, though it's a good one. It is a story about lost innocence, ruined childhood and family secrets and it's brilliantly done.
The translator for the first three of Arnaldur's books was Bernard Scudder who died in late 2006. Scudder (who was English) had spent many years in Iceland (his wife and two daughters are Icelandic) and did a phenomenal job of translation. I hope the translators of the next Arnaldur books do as well.
April 21, 2013
I find it curious that a small (300,000-some population) can produce so many good writers. There are at least that many people within a one-mile radius of where I live, and all we ever manage to produce falls neatly under the heading of jack-shit.
It is Christmas, and the doorman of a ritzy Reykjavik hotel is found dead in a sexually interesting position while wearing a Santa Claus outfit, or at least part of one. After playing Santa for an upcoming Christmas party, he was to have been fired and (since he occupied a basement room in the hotel) evicted. Inspector Erlendur Sveinsson and his associates try to track down the killer. Being a bit gloomy during this time of year, Erlendur decides to stay in an unheated room in the hotel until the case is solved.
Fortunately, the story is as much about Erlendur as it is about poor murdered Gulli. That is one of the more interesting things about the detective novels, and is no exception. I feel for Erlendur, even when I am disgusted with the victim, his family and friends. One feels like offering him a drink and saying "There, there!" in sympathy:
Indridason's Erlendur Sveinsson detective novels are good reads. My only complaint is that I felt too sympathetic with Gulli's murderer. If it weren't for the fact that, at novel's end, the emphasis shifts to Erlendur, I would have been disappointed.
It is Christmas, and the doorman of a ritzy Reykjavik hotel is found dead in a sexually interesting position while wearing a Santa Claus outfit, or at least part of one. After playing Santa for an upcoming Christmas party, he was to have been fired and (since he occupied a basement room in the hotel) evicted. Inspector Erlendur Sveinsson and his associates try to track down the killer. Being a bit gloomy during this time of year, Erlendur decides to stay in an unheated room in the hotel until the case is solved.
Fortunately, the story is as much about Erlendur as it is about poor murdered Gulli. That is one of the more interesting things about the detective novels, and is no exception. I feel for Erlendur, even when I am disgusted with the victim, his family and friends. One feels like offering him a drink and saying "There, there!" in sympathy:
Erlendur felt no excitement about it. None of the expectation or sense of triumph that accompanied solving a case. All he felt was fatigue and sadness because the case had stirred up all manner of associations with his own childhood, and he knew he had so much left to come to terms with in his own life that he had no idea where to begin. Most of all, he wanted to forget about work and go home. Be with Eva Lind [his druggie daughter]. Help her get over the troubles she was dealing with. He wanted to stop thinking about others and start thinking about himself and his own people.One interesting development is the possibility of a relationship with a forensic technician named Valgerdur. As I am slated to read at least two more Indridason works this spring, I would interested in seeing whether anything comes of it.
Indridason's Erlendur Sveinsson detective novels are good reads. My only complaint is that I felt too sympathetic with Gulli's murderer. If it weren't for the fact that, at novel's end, the emphasis shifts to Erlendur, I would have been disappointed.
December 18, 2011
Rating: A frosty, grim, depressed 3* of five
Dear Goddess, can Iceland really be this bleak?! This is one of the grimmest, saddest, most joy-sapping books I've ever read. And I quite simply couldn't put it down. I was vacuumed into the book's slipstream as soon as I read the first page...who uses the word "fracas" to describe a murder investigation?...and it kept me flipping pages until 2:40a EST.
But no way in Hell do I want to make a trip to Reykjavik now! It would be too gruesome, seeing all the places I now know from Arnaldur Indri冒ason's sad slay-fests. And I'd be looking at every 50-ish redheaded man a little too intensely, just to make sure I didn't cross paths with Mr. Bad Luck Erlendur. *shiver* I get the feeling he'd leach the body heat out of passers-by, he's so frozen inside.
Would I recommend it? Yeah, but not to the tender of spirit. Just no, no, no for the delicate. (mckait, the Terris, Linda) Caro and Mark'll love it. It's a nicely built book, though in common with the first one it's got some very untidy dingle-dangles that make me itch, hence the three stars. I feel like a mystery isn't fully ready for market until the clues are woven up, and if you're gonna tell me more than one story, the second one better be important to the first in SOME way. *grrr*
Dear Goddess, can Iceland really be this bleak?! This is one of the grimmest, saddest, most joy-sapping books I've ever read. And I quite simply couldn't put it down. I was vacuumed into the book's slipstream as soon as I read the first page...who uses the word "fracas" to describe a murder investigation?...and it kept me flipping pages until 2:40a EST.
But no way in Hell do I want to make a trip to Reykjavik now! It would be too gruesome, seeing all the places I now know from Arnaldur Indri冒ason's sad slay-fests. And I'd be looking at every 50-ish redheaded man a little too intensely, just to make sure I didn't cross paths with Mr. Bad Luck Erlendur. *shiver* I get the feeling he'd leach the body heat out of passers-by, he's so frozen inside.
Would I recommend it? Yeah, but not to the tender of spirit. Just no, no, no for the delicate. (mckait, the Terris, Linda) Caro and Mark'll love it. It's a nicely built book, though in common with the first one it's got some very untidy dingle-dangles that make me itch, hence the three stars. I feel like a mystery isn't fully ready for market until the clues are woven up, and if you're gonna tell me more than one story, the second one better be important to the first in SOME way. *grrr*
August 3, 2014
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December 2, 2022
Such a wonderfully melancholic series featuring a sullen-steeped lead investigator slowly learning to understand himself over the course of each book's mystery. Just a pleasure to read....
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