Review: LIFETIME by Liza Marklund

Spoiler warning: The action in LIFETIME starts immediately after the events depicted in LAST WILL and there are lots of connections here to events from the earlier novel so this review will undoubtedly act as a spoiler for the previous book. You’ve been warned!

LifetimeMarklundAudioAnnika Bengtzon’s life is in disarray as the book opens. The previous night her husband left her to (as my mother would put it) ‘shack up’ with his mistress and a few hours later her house caught fire while she and her two children were still inside. They do escape but do not manage to salvage a single item from the house and the final misery comes when her best friend refuses the bedraggled family a place to stay.

The sorting out of this mess acts as a backdrop to the main events of the novel which focus on the death of a celebrated policeman David Lindholm. He was found by fellow officers dead in his apartment and his wife Julia, also in the police force, appears to be guilty. Her service weapon was used to kill David and she can provide no coherent explanation for what happened. Even more worryingly she cannot say where the couple’s four year-old son is. Most of the police force agree that David Lindholm was a hero and that his wife should be locked up forever for his murder, and they soon come to believe she also killed their son. Even Julia’s best friend, Nina Hoffman, finds it difficult to maintain a belief in her friend’s innocence. Annika becomes involved with the story because she remembers spending a night on patrol with Julia and Nina some years earlier for a story she was writing and she contacts Nina for an interesting angle. She becomes increasingly involved, especially when learning that the public plaudits for David Lindholm do not represent the whole truth about the man.

Sometimes it’s hard to like Annika Bengtzon but I have no trouble loving her as a character. She is such a realistic person with her jumbled mixture of good and bad qualities that I can’t help but be compelled by her and here I felt sorrier for her than I’ve ever done before. Not only does she have lousy taste in men but her choice of best friend proved poorly judged too. But Annika is nothing if not resilient and she gets on with the business of investigative journalism even while she’s screaming at bank clerks to find her a way to get access to her money without proof of identity, being under suspicion of setting the fire which burned down her house and overdosing on ‘bad mother guilt’. The scene in the book where has to take her kids to an interview with a social worker at a centre for drug addicts has stuck in my mind as the perfect example of the way Marklund depicts all aspects of Annika’s life so very credibly.

As always though, the book offers much more than Annika’s domestic woes and a crime to solve. Marklund continues her exploration of the way modern media and journalism is coping (or not) with the enormous changes in the industry in recent years and this has become one of my favourite aspects of the novels. There is also more insight into the workings of a modern government as, partly through Annika’s husband Thomas’ work, the novel explores the concept of life sentences in the justice system in a thought-provoking way. In fact the only sour note of the whole reading experience is that I really didn’t swallow the resolution to the thread of Annika’s house being burned down. I can’t say why without spoiling the ending but I just thought she was way too blasé about this to be really credible.

I’ve always read my Marklund books in print before but I happened to see this one available at Audible so I listened to it instead. The narration by India Fisher was terrific and I really enjoyed reading the book with my ears instead of my eyes. To round out the trilogy of named contributors to this book the translation by Neil Smith was, as always, the kind that makes me forget it was first written in another language.

If you’re a fan of Liza Marklund’s books then you probably don’t need much encouragement to read LIFETIME but if you were wavering: don’t. It’s a fabulous addition to the series. If you’re new to Marklund’s work I’m not sure I’d start here simply because there are so many connections to the previous novel  so you should probably start with Petrona Award winning LAST WILL.

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Narrator India Fisher
Translator Neil Smith
Publisher Random House Audio [2013]
ASIN B00CFO5AZO
Length 10 hours 55 minutes
Format audio (mp3)
Book Series #7 in the Annika Bengtzon series

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Review: HUNTING BLIND by Paddy Richardson

HuntingBlindRichardsonPa20150_fFourteen year old Stephanie is at the annual school picnic in her small New Zealand town. She’d rather be off with her friends but she’s been forced to come along with her mum, Minna, so she can help look after her two younger brothers and the baby of the family, four year old Gemma, while their dad is at work even though it’s a Saturday. The atmosphere is lazy and relaxed as the day is filled with kids’ races, a barbecue lunch for all, the arrival of an amphibious plane on the lake, a game of cricket and ice cream. But when it’s time to go home Gemma is missing. There is initial optimism that she has just wandered off and will be quickly found but hours…then days of searching and months of investigation fail to find a trace of her. Nearly 20 years later when Stephanie is in the last period of her training as a psychiatrist she meets someone who leads her to believe she might finally be able to find the answer to what happened to Gemma.

Some novels grab you from the opening lines and don’t let go until the last page has been turned. HUNTING BLIND is one of them. Partly it’s due to the use of the present tense to tell the story which is the kind of literary device I often don’t like because it feels forced but Richardson is clearly a talented writer who wields this particular tool with perfection, ensuring we endure the emotions of the characters as they move from unease to urgency then despair  Being immediately drawn into the novel is helped along by the (falsely) comforting familiarity of the opening scene. Who hasn’t been to some big event where everyone keeps a loose eye on everyone else’s kids but no one really worries because you all know each other and it’s a beautiful day and the thought of something bad happening doesn’t even cross your mind? Somewhere in the middle of the novel it becomes clear what probably happened to Gemma but even this doesn’t diminish the suspense of the book at all.

Stephanie is the person we grow to know best and she is a well drawn and compelling character. We feel her anguish and guilt at losing her little sister and see the long term impacts it has on her personality. This is contrasted by the impact of the disappearance on others in the family, particularly Minna who does not react in the ways society – or her other children – expect which makes her a less sympathetic character, though not a less compelling one.

In addition to being a fantastically written novel of psychological suspense and tension HUNTING BLIND even offers a terrific sense of its South Island setting and some genuine insight into the problems inherent in modern mental health systems. It’s a very accomplished book which has made me extremely keen to read more by Paddy Richardson.

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Publisher Penguin [2011]
ISBN 9780143203643
Length 305 pages
Format paperback
Book Series standalone

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Review: ALL YOURS by Claudia Pineiro

AllYoursPineiroClaudia3134_fI thoroughly enjoyed Claudia Piñeiro’s tale of Argentinian affluence gone awry so I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to get around to reading her second book. Perhaps my subconscious somehow knew that it wouldn’t, for me, be the same kind of reading experience.

It is a deliciously short book which once again takes us into the world of the wealthier inhabitants of Buenos Aries. It is told mostly from the point of view of Inés whose persona is derived from her status as the long-term wife of a successful businessman. When her marriage, and by extension her entire life, looks to be under threat from Ernesto’s behaviour she becomes a woman of action: attempting to put to rights what has gone wrong in her world in a most unconventional way.

My friend Maxine described this as book as a “perfectly pitched black comedy” and it saddens me anew that she is no longer with us and I won’t be able to discuss my very different reaction to the book. I did enjoy sharing thoughts about the books we both loved with Maxine but I also enjoyed those times when we disagreed: intelligent debate without a hint of aggression or derision on either side is not that easy to find these days.

Though I could see some humour in Inés’ logical but flawed thinking I didn’t really find ALL YOURS terribly funny. I’m much more inclined to agree with another crime reading buddy’s assessment of this as book as much less perceptive and thought-provoking than its predecessor. I admit that all three of the characters – Inés, Ernesto and their teenage daughter Lali whose own trauma is relayed via short chapters of dialogue – are beautifully crafted which is a credit to the author given how little of them there actually is in this novella length story. But their level of narcissism and shallowness did not make them the kind of people I want to spend time with.

The structure of the book is interesting and mostly successful though I’m not convinced of the need for the few chapters which purported to be extracts from forensic texts discovered in Inés’ custody. But the narration by Inés, displaying her increasingly bizarre thought processes and behaviour is well done and the chapters of dialogue that Lali has with her best friend and others manage to say a lot with very few words.

I’m now at the end of the review and realise I’ve described more good things than bad about the book yet still I feel as if I didn’t really like it. At least not as much as I expected I would. Perhaps in the end I’ve not been able to separate my intense dislike for the two main characters and their shallow existence from my feelings about the book as a whole. Which is a little troubling because I often claim not to need to like characters in order to like a book.

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Translator Miranda France
Publisher Bitter Lemon Press [this translation 2011, original edition 2006]
ISBN 9781904738800
Length 172 pages
Format paperback
Book Series standalone

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Review: THE MISSING FILE by D.A. Mishani

TheMissingFileMishaniD20281_fInspector Avi Avraham is on duty at the Holon police station when Hannah Sharabi reports her teenage son, Ofer, missing. He’s a little blasé about it though as it’s only been a couple of hours since the boy should have been home from school and anyway, he explains, the reason they don’t produce crime novels like Christie or The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo in Israel is

“…we don’t have crimes like that. We don’t have serial killers; we don’t have kidnappings; and there aren’t many rapists out there attacking women on the streets. Here, when a crime is committed, it’s usually the neighbor, the uncle, the grandfather, and there’s no need for a complex investigation to find the criminal and clear up the mystery.”

But after convincing her to go home and wait for her son Avraham is worried that he ought to have done more…at least instigated some kind of search…and definitely not shared his theory about Israel’s lack of detective stories. So when Mrs Sharabi returns the next morning with her husband’s brother (her husband is away for his work) to report Ofer’s continued absence Avraham is quick to set the gears in motion to start looking for a missing person, though he will be haunted for some time by the fear that his lack of immediate action has led to the difficulties in solving the case.

I almost held my breath at the beginning of the novel because I was a little fearful that Avraham would be a bundle of genre clichés but I needn’t have worried and I soon started to enjoy the process of getting to know this rarity in crime fiction – an Israeli policeman. He has his 38th birthday during the story, is a bit of a loner, has lived and worked in a fairly small area for his whole life, has a somewhat awkward relationship with his parents and is a dedicated cop though not a terribly confident one.

The other character we come to know well is Ze’ev. He teaches English and lives in the same apartment block as the Sharabi family and through him we see the missing persons investigation from another perspective. But it is not clear what perspective he is offering – was he involved in the disappearance? Does he know something more than he is letting on? He certainly tries to insert himself into things at first by making sure the police know he tutored Ofer for some months and then by undertaking some bizarre, and possibly sinister, actions.

I really loved the way the plot developed in this novel. Partly I think that was because of this dual structure which allowed some events to only be seen from one perspective and other events to be seen from two points of view which added just the right amount of uncertainty to my thinking about what might have transpired. The investigation smacks of realism: things happen in real time rather than ‘tv crime fiction time’, when the key players do not reveal all they know about a thing it is believable, and there is a real sense of Avraham’s frustration and worry that he is not doing enough or the right things. Happily the book even has a cracking, if disturbing, ending.

As Israel is one of my favourite places to have visited and I’ve long wanted to find some crime fiction set there my only disappointment in the book is that it really doesn’t have much sense of its setting (aside from a few place names dropped during a bit of tourism towards the end of the book). However, I can’t really hold this against the author as he’s done a great job of depicting a realistic modern police investigation, versions of which might take place just about anywhere in the world.

I bought this book as soon as I saw it was set in Israel and knew nothing else about it and am happy to report it was a most enjoyable read. I’m not the only one who thinks so either as last weekend it was shortlisted for this year’s International Dagger Award for translated crime fiction. I can’t promise you a particularly Israeli-feeling book if you decide to give it a go but if you’re looking for a first rate missing persons story that deftly unpicks the layers of secrets people carry with them then I highly recommend it.

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Translator Steven Cohen
Publisher Quercus [this edition 2013, original Hebrew edition 2011]
ISBN/ASIN 9781780876504
Length 404 pages
Format eBook (kindle)
Book Series #1? in the Avi Avraham series

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Review: A LAND MORE KIND THAN HOME by Wiley Cash

ALandMoreKindThanHomeI first came upon American author Wiley Cash’s début novel A LAND MORE KIND THAN HOME being discussed as something a little bit special in audio book circles. Given that the plain old print version of the book won the UK Crime Writers Association’s 2012 award for best début novel and that it is in part concerned with one of my favourite themes (the depiction of religion in fiction) I decided it was worth a read (or a listen to be more precise).

If you like accents or dialects the audio book is indeed a real treat with three equally superb narrative performances, one for each of the Appalachian residents who collectively tell this story set in a small town in rural North Carolina. Adelaide Lyle was the town’s midwife for many years and when we meet her is in charge of her Church’s Sunday school sessions. Jess Hall is the younger brother of 13-year old Christopher (universally known as Stump), a mute boy whose mother is never quite resigned to his disability and who looks to her Church, and its charismatic Pastor, for guidance. Clem Barfield is the area’s Sheriff and a man with his own painful past. Each of them brings their own memories and perspective to the sad events which take place over a few days.

The choice of people to tell this story is an interesting one because although each of them plays an important role in the events which unfold, none of them is at the dead centre of the action. Although at times it seems as this might cause the reader to miss something vital because you’re only seeing things through an observer’s eyes, it soon becomes clear that this choice does allow all the facts to be revealed in a more reliable way than those at the real centre of things might allow. The combination of perspectives also allows the events to be revealed in a very deliberate and suspenseful manner. It is almost an agony at some points when a key piece of personal or town history is about to be revealed and Cash switches narrator so that a slightly different perspective can be seen, but the pay-off for riding out this drawn-out tension is well worth it as between them our three story tellers do know everything important. The ending has the kind of inevitability about it that would seem trite or forced but for the fact that the reader has been allowed to develop such a deep understanding of the story’s participants that we accept the ending as…natural. Dreadfully, dreadfully sad, but the only way things could ever have turned out knowing what we know.

This is not a story for those dedicated to speed and I must admit at the beginning I was a little frustrated by the pace. Often there is but one or two sentences about the current events at the heart of the book and then a half-dozen pages of flashback to some seemingly minor happening from the narrator (or town’s) past. But it was worth adjusting myself to the pace and becoming lost in the minutiae of lives very foreign to my own (seriously I’d be hard pressed to place North Carolina on a map and small town life of any sort always has an other worldly feel to me) and in the end I don’t think there was a single reflection or memory that wasn’t relevant in some way or another.

I’ve been deliberately vague about the plot of this book as I think it’s one of those cases where the less you know going in the more enjoyable your reading experience will be. If you are willing to let an author set a pace that suits the story in return for an image-rich setting and deftly teased out characterisations that are almost all heart-breaking I’d recommend A LAND MORE KIND THAN HOME. If you are even vaguely interested in audio books I’d thoroughly recommend this group narration: it’s an absolute treat.

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Narrators Nick Sullivan; Lorna Rayer; Mark Bramhall
Publisher Whole Story Audiobooks [2012]
ISBN/ASIN B009L8EQEI
Length 8 hours 56 minutes
Format audio (mp3)
Book Series standalone novel

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Review: FLOUNDERING by Romy Ash

FlounderingAshRomy18489_fThere’s no getting away from the fact that Romy Ash’s début novel FLOUNDERING has garnered a lot of attention on the Australian literary scene. It was shortlisted for last year’s Vogel Award (for unpublished manuscripts) and this year as a published novel appeared on the shortlists for the inaugural Stella Award, the Commonwealth Writers’ Prize and now the first-ever all-female Miles Franklin Award shortlist. So the fact that I am underwhelmed by it won’t matter a jot. Which is as it should be.

Whereas last year my foray back into the literary end of the writing pool was very successful, forcing me to reconsider my “I’m done with literary fiction” stance, FLOUNDERING reminded me of all the reasons I gave up on it in the first place.

It starts with a woman picking up the two sons she abandoned a year or so earlier as they walk home from school. Loretta (she won’t be called mum), Jordy (13) and Tom (11) then travel across the country in the half of the novel that is reminiscent of the classic American road trip experience, though with a distinctly Australian flavour. Although the trip has seemed directionless it turns out Loretta’s aim was to reach a run down beach side caravan her parents have probably forgotten they own. In an event that was only surprising in terms of the length of time it took to happen, Loretta disappears again and, largely due to Jordy’s fierce fear of being fostered, the boys try to fend for themselves. There is, of course, an unsavoury neighbour to contend with on top of being young boys alone in the world.

I know it marks me as a literary lightweight but I want something to happen in the books that I read. Preferably several somethings, at least some of which aren’t predictable from page five. FLOUNDERING really doesn’t have much of a plot and what does exist is inevitable from the outset. There were no genuine surprises for me which made the book drag, a pretty astonishing feat given it’s only 202 pages long. This kind of meandering nothingness is what I remember most from slogging through literary fiction in the past and my tolerance for it has, if anything, shrunk as I’ve gotten older. I can appreciate some aspects of the book: the vivid sense of place, some individual moments of beautifully understated heartache and even the authentic nature of the narrator’s voice (though that came with its own problems). But I wanted a story too. More, really, than any of these other things.

FLOUNDERING is told from Tom’s perspective. The innocent, naive sensibility this allows for grew thin especially as it does, by necessity, leave a lot out. I found myself more interested in the book that Ash didn’t write. This is probably wildly unfair of me but I can’t help that I found the child’s point of view very limiting. His world view is, legitimately, narrow and consists of being in a hot car, not having enough food, taking lonely beach walks and going to the toilet. His inner life really isn’t that much more compelling. I would rather, for example, have known what Loretta was thinking as she drove off on a supposedly short errand that left her children alone in a new place and without food or water for a long, hot summer’s day but instead we spent (another) day viewed from the point of view of a kid whose time was largely spent sitting on a step outside his caravan.

Many reviews make particular and generally glowing mention of the fact that this book raises the issue of children at risk. It does, but only in a descriptive sense. That is it says “look, here are some children in danger” and then describes their particular version of danger for 200 pages. It doesn’t offer different perspectives on those dangers nor any insights into how they might be averted. It didn’t even touch on the vexing question of how a 13 year old has learned only bad things about the welfare/foster system in his young life.

After reading the book I listened to an interview with Romy Ash in which she said she wanted to write a book with no bad guys and I’ve been pondering this for a few days. I think it probably explains a lot. Ash has been gentle with everyone, even the people you might expect to dislike and while this is admirable in a “golly let’s all be totally non-judgemental of our fellow human beings” kind of way, ultimately it led to a very passive novel. To me it was just a handful of people doing a few not very interesting things for a while. And then they stopped.

There are however a gazillion glowing reviews of FLOUNDERING to be found so read a few of those before taking my word on anything. And if you do decide to read it make sure you’ve a large supply of drinking water to hand: I defy anyone to read it for long without becoming intensely thirsty.

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awwbadge_2013FLOUNDERING is the 8th book I’ve read as part of my participation in this year’s Australian Women Writers Challenge, though only the first that sits outside my reading comfort zone of crime fiction.

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Publisher Text Publishing [2012]
ISBN 9781921922084
Length 202 pages
Format paperback
Book Series standalone

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Review: THE GODS OF GOTHAM by Lyndsay Faye

TheGodsOfGothamI am quite desperate to know what cover options were ditched in favour of this cover for Lyndsay Faye’s THE GODS OF GOTHAM. Not only would I never have picked this book up if I’d seen it on a shelf somewhere without knowing anything about it, but it was so bad I almost didn’t bother reading it even after I’d ordered it from the library especially because I figured the boringness of the cover would have seeped into the pages. If it wasn’t for the fact that I’ve grown to trust recommendations from this reader I’d have never read a page of what looks to me like something Arthur Hailey rejected in the 60′s.

Happily the story inside is a different kettle of fish all together.

It takes place in New York in 1845 when the city is literally bursting with refugees from the Irish famine and tensions between the foreigners and Americans are high as people scrabble for jobs, homes and food, none of which are in plentiful supply. Everyone, even children, must do whatever it takes to survive. The story’s action centres on Timothy Wilde, a young man with a grim personal history who finds himself an unwilling recruit to the city’s first police force established, against strong resistance from some sectors of the community, by the dominant political players of the day which include Wilde’s older brother Valentine. When he’s not been in the job more than a few weeks Timothy encounters a girl, not yet a teenager, who has escaped from a brothel with a harrowing tale. Timothy and the fledgling police force are drawn into an investigation which threatens to turn the religious resentments which already exist between the Protestant Americans and Catholic Irish foreigners into an all-out war.

I know absolutely nothing about this time or place in history and so have no clue if Faye’s version of New York is even vaguely accurate but she made me believe in it from the outset. She makes superb use of language, including a local rouge’s slang known as flash (for which there is a handy dictionary of terms included), and has an enveloping, three-dimensional way of describing the locations. In fact the sense of place is so vividly depicted that I find it difficult to believe I haven’t travelled in a time machine and seen it all for myself. Not that I’d have wanted to spend a lot of time there if such magical travel were possible as Faye has not offered the kind of ‘genteel picture of a different age’ that some historical fiction offers. The squalor, poverty and harsh grind it takes just to survive this environment are palpable.

I suspect all of that would make for grim reading on its own but the lighter aspect of the novel is provided in the characters. Not that they’re lightweight by any stretch of the imagination but there’s a resilience and spirit in most of them that balances out the darker elements of the environment. Timothy is not at first all together likeable, a bit self-righteous for me, but Faye develops him nicely and allows him to grow and react to to the things he experiences which is a far better (and I imagine more difficult) achievement than having him fully formed before we meet him. His relationship with his brother, who is something of a scoundrel, is tormented but very believable and the resolution of their discord is very well done. I found the relationship with his love interest, Mercy Underhill, less compelling though it didn’t put me off. Mercy is the daughter of a local Protestant reverend is heavily involved in charity work that no one else will touch (such as ministering to the Catholic population) and Timothy has been in love with her since he was a boy. Towards the end of the novel Mercy comes into her own as a character, displaying the deep frustration of a woman who wants to be something other than what society will allow.

The book is not perfect. Faye’s extensive research occasionally spills observably onto the page, though at least this is in the form of unnecessary plot sidetracks which I find easier to cope with than clunky exposition which hardly makes an appearance here, and it does feel a little bit too much like it’s setting up future instalments rather than allowing the novel to stand on its own. But these are minor quibbles in the scheme of things and I was thoroughly swept along by this fast-paced and very atmospheric tale. I even loved the different meanings that the book’s title could be interpreted as having as it progresses. Highly recommended to the historical fiction lovers of strong constitution.

♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Publisher Amy Einhorn Books/Putnam [2012]
ISBN 9780399158377
Length 414 pages
Format hardcover
Book Series #1 in the Timothy Wilde series?

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Review: THE HEALER by Antti Tuomainen

TheHealerTuomainenAntti18476_fAt some point in the future climate change has had the devastating environmental impact scientists have warned us about for years and in Helsinki the social order has all but collapsed as those who can afford to flee north, and those remaining fight each other over housing, food, jobs or for no reason at all. Johanna Lehtinen is a journalist who has been contacted by someone calling themselves The Healer who has claimed responsibility for a series of murders of prominent people whose common trait is that they are, in the killer’s eyes, especially responsible for the environmental degradation everyone is living with. Johanna is determined to track down this vicious killer even without the help of the resource-depleted police. Three days before Christmas in this unspecified future year Johanna disappears along with the photographer who was on assignment with her. Her husband,Tapani, is bereft but becomes single-minded in his quest to find his wife, alive and healthy.

If, like me, you’re all ‘serial killered out’ have no fear: this novel is barely about the killer at all. It’s not even really about the attempt to find and stop him. To me it’s a story about a man’s love for his wife and his need to hold on to that one thing while the world he has known collapses. And given that I am the least romantic person on the planet it’s a bit of a surprise then that I liked the book so very, very much.

One of the many things I adored about this book is its length. At under 250 pages it’s almost a short story in comparison to the doorstop-sized tomes being published these days but I’m not just happy to have come across a book that didn’t require weightlifting skills to read it. I truly believe it takes more talent to write with brevity and conciseness, especially when you still manage to produce as a thoroughly satisfying novel as someone who has double the word count at their disposal. And the writing here is incredibly good, each word imbued with heft and meaning, nothing extraneous. I imagine it’s difficult enough to produce a beautifully written book in one language. To turn someone else’s words into beauty in a second language must be infinitely harder and so I am truly humbled by Lola Rogers’ contribution as translator.

The characters are another striking feature of the novel. Tapani is a poet (though he’s the first to admit an unsuccessful one) whose life is given structure and direction by the process of writing. He is therefore in some ways the classic fish out of water when he is forced to dive into the physical world of investigation, though some of his the skills he uses in his work, such as a deep reservoir of patience, serve him well in his new role too. He makes new connections too including an African cab driver who has come to the city because it offers more opportunities than his homeland and a policeman who has lost access to virtually all the usual tools of his job due to the crumbling economy and social structure but has, oddly I suppose, retained his integrity. These two and several other people Tapani meets along the way help build a delicate hope that a future society burdened by the product of our shortcomings will not entirely have lost its humanity.

It’s not all romance and poetry though, there’s a first-class tale of suspense told too as Tapani goes after any lead, however insubstantial or tangential it appears. As he talks to her boss, her best friend and others he learns things he never knew about his wife’s past which helps to narrow down what has happened in her present. At the same time he reflects on their shared history and these flashbacks, short and sparsely written though they may be, are utterly gorgeous in the simple way they depict the couple’s love.

Although it’s a relatively minor theme here I can’t help but be struck by how often the changing nature of the media crops up as a theme in the European fiction I read. Liza Marklund, Thomas Enger and Stieg Larsson have all written stories which rail passionately against the modern trend towards populism over ‘real’ journalism. Tuomainen also addresses this theme such as when Johanna’s boss explains to Tapani the crux of the problem

Then I’ve got reporters like, for instance, Johanna, who want to tell the people the truth. And I’m always asking them, what fucking truth? And they never have a good answer. All they say is that people should know. And I ask, but do they want to know. And more importantly, do they want to pay to know?.

Indeed.

It’s difficult to explain how a book set in a deteriorating world in which it is almost constantly raining and where a serial killer is at large can be uplifting but THE HEALER is somehow life-affirming and beautiful despite its grim demeanour. Perhaps it’s the presence of a poet in the pages (for even unsuccessful poets have, I think, a different kind of soul than the rest of us) but somehow Tuomainen has written a sad but hopeful book that was an absolute treat to read. Highly recommended, and not just to crime fans.

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Thanks to Sarah whose review prompted me to track this one down

Translator Lola Rogers
Publisher Harvill Secker [2013]
ISBN 9781846555879
Length 246 pages
Format hardcover
Book Series standalone (?)

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Review: ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER LIFE by Leif G.W. Persson

Another Time, Another Life - P19960fI don’t want to spoil any of the elements that made this book remarkable for me so all I’ll be sparse with my summary of the plot, which spans a 25 year period. In 1975 a group of radicals take over the German embassy in Stockholm, killing two of their hostages before blowing up the building (either accidentally or purposefully). Readers are treated to a view of the investigation into this incident and its impact on some individual police officers as well as the wider political climate. About 15 years later a man is murdered in his Stockholm apartment and we see this investigation, involving some of the same officers who were present during the German embassy case, in much more detail. A further 10 years later the Swedish version of the secret police, now headed up by one of the officers we’ve met in earlier sections of the book, is asked to look into the background of a prominent politician who is on track to be offered a very senior government post.

This book’s full title is ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER LIFE: THE STORY OF A CRIME and rarely have I come across a book with such a perfectly descriptive name. It describes in a nutshell a theme that is teased out as the layers of the story are revealed and the author explores the idea that people and societies both can be virtually unrecognisable to themselves if viewed at different points on a time scale. I particularly liked the fact that Persson got me thinking about personal and social accountability for the actions of our earlier selves but did not provide any easy answers (which is a hint that this book is not for those of you who like definitive solutions in your fiction). The other reason that the title of the book is so perfect is that it really is the story of a particular crime which has its origins and resolution many years apart but that can only be understood with full knowledge of a range of temporally separated incidents. The way that Persson structures this tale is very clever as it misdirects readers to focus their attention on a specific incident while he builds up a broader picture of a changing society that only becomes fully clear at the novel’s end. From a plotting perspective this is one of the most satisfying novels I’ve read in a very long time.

Other than this element the book breaks…or severely bends… several of my personal ‘rules’ for good reading, which makes my complete enjoyment of it something of a surprise. One of the ways the book doesn’t conform to the kind of thing I normally like to read is that it is rather slow, especially in the longest middle section. But even though I recognised as I was reading that the pace was not really my cup of tea I knew that I wouldn’t mind in this instance because of the sense I had from the outset that my patience would be rewarded. On one level you see a team of investigators – a hodgepodge of characters including a prejudiced, time-wasting buffoon and a young female officer involved in her first murder case – methodically piece together the tiny fragments of evidence left behind by the killer and eliminate dead ends. But on another level there’s a picture being developed of Swedish society, changed from its 1975 self by the collapse of the Soviet Union among other external influences. By the third act of the book – which again features a precisely detailed investigation – the social and political changes have, insidiously, become more pronounced and profound. It was really only here, in this final segment of the book, that I fully appreciated what Persson had been doing all along, though undoubtedly a more perceptive reader would have cottoned on much sooner.

Another feature of the novel that would not normally be to my taste is its remote sensibility. Its tone is almost one of reportage rather than the more standard ‘draw the reader in’ narrative of crime fiction and there are too many characters to really form any emotional connection to them, at least in the early parts of the story. But as a collective I did find them compelling – especially as I watched them change over the years. Anna Holt, whom we first meet as an inexperienced detective facing rampant sexism really comes into her own a decade later when both she and the society she is a part of have changed and she and two other female colleagues really take the lead in this time and place. Lars Johansson has a role in all three sections of the novel but it is not until the end – when he has taken over SePo (the secret police) that we get real insight into what makes him tick and how his participation in earlier events has shaped him. It’s fascinating stuff.

A brief survey of the usual spots shows that reviews of this novel tend to be polarised: readers either love it or hate it with very few indifferent opinions on display. I feel fortunate I fell into the former category but I can see why people would feel differently about the book than I did so consider yourselves warned: I’ve no idea which camp you’ll fall into if you do pick the book up. Following the advice of a good friend I opted not to read this book’s predecessor, apparently the start of a trilogy, and do not feel I was missing anything by not having grappled with the dense 600+ pages so feel safe in recommending it even if you haven’t read the earlier novel. If you like novels that challenge and inform I think you ought to give this one a go and I hope you find it as surprising a good read as I did.

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Translator Paul Norlen
Publisher Trans World Publishing [2012]
ISBN 9780307377463
Length 404 pages
Format hardcover
Book Series #2 in The Story of a Crime trilogy

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Review: THE DAY OF THE JACK RUSSELL by Bateman

TheDayOfTheJackRussellAudioAs I was wading through this book I needed something…lighter… to act as a counterweight for my poor brain which was being bombarded with horrid images that will probably give me nightmares for months. I could think of nothing better than another of (Colin) Bateman’s witty satires of the mystery genre, especially read to me by someone with the right accent for the story.

THE DAY OF THE JACK RUSSELL follows on from 2009′s MYSTERY MAN and sees the nameless owner of Belfast mystery bookshop No Alibis (Murder is our Business) once again lukewarm on the trail of some dastardly criminals. Ignoring the case which his ex (?) girlfriend solves in 10 minutes thereby robbing our hero of the fee he was planning to charge a woman who thought she was being spied upon, this book focuses its attention on self-made businessman Billy Randall. He needs the services of a private eye because someone made a video of his giant billboard being defaced (a male appendage is painted on giant Billy’s head) and the video has become such a You Tube sensation that Randall fears his business is starting to suffer as no one can take him seriously. The case takes our hero on a strange and wonderfully madcap journey that involves taxidermy, the Chief Constable and MI5.

The hero of this series is…unlikely to say the least. A cynical, self-absorbed, hypochondriac who would be lucky to leap over a small shrub let alone a tall building he is nevertheless strangely compelling even if not likeable in the traditional sense. And he is, for me anyway, terribly funny. I’m not normally a huge fan of the first-person point of view but it works well for comic novels and ‘no-name’s’ voice is one that particularly appeals to me (though I shan’t think too deeply on what shared traits might draw me to him).  I’m not entirely sure the no-named hero shtick is sustainable (even here it was awkward) for more books but, having noticed there are two more in the series already, I’m willing to make allowances due to being so thoroughly entertained each time I pick up one of these novels.

This is definitely a book I think you should sample before purchasing – you’ll know within a few pages whether or not it’s your kind of humour – and you need to be at least a minor fan of the crime genre to really appreciate some of the jokes and digs at recent publishing trends. If you’re lucky enough to share Bateman’s absurd sense of what’s funny then you’re in for a treat. If you are an audiobook fan I’d highly recommend Stephen Armstrong’s narration – he is now the voice of mystery man for me and I am chuffed to see he’s read more of Bateman’s novels for my personal listening pleasure.

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Narrator Stephen Armstrong
Publisher Whole Story Audio Books [2010]
ASIN B003UI7ZH0
Length 8 hours 27 minutes
Format audio (mp3)
Book Series #1 in the Mystery Man series

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