This is the only thing I lost in the crash – a writer I had never heard of before, but branded in some marketing quarters as ‘the Godfather of Swedish crime’ (Mankel I would have thought?).
Marketed also at the salacious end of the spectrum, I thought this was great – full of wit and humour, especially via Van Veeteren, the now retired detective.
The chapter where the swallow flies in through his window and is executed by his cat Stravinsky is brilliant.
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