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Posted in Books, Mountains with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 30, 2013 by xi'an

During my trips in the recent weeks, I managed to read a few books, although nothing spectacular:

Arnaldur Indriðason’s Outrage (Myrká in Icelandic) is a thriller in the Erlandur series, where inspector Erlundur does not appear at all but is replaced with inspector Elinborg who deals with the murder of a drug rapist. And her family problems. The book got a prize in France and its focus on women issues makes it more interesting than the polce story itself, which meanders quite a lot and relies on too many coincidences. But I do like the stuffing no-exit (huis clos) atmosphere. (The above image is the critique in French from Le Canard Enchaîné.) Given that Erlundur has disappeared, this book stands in between other Indriðason’s books, Hypothermia (Harðskafi) and Black Skies (Svörtuloft).

I had mentioned my uneasiness about Hoffman’s The Left Hand of God a few months ago, both because of a very uneven style, a plot borrowing so much to real events and locations, and a highly ambiguous central character. I nonetheless read the second tome, The Last Four Things, following a request from my son. My impression has definitely not improved, mostly again for a high rate of borrowing from existing facts and places (like Chartres used for the papal seat). The title itself is found in many books and comes from a painting by Bosch I missed in Madrid last time I visited El Prado. The characters are mostly the same ones as in The Left Hand of God and they remain shallow and unconvincing. The political plot(s) are of no interest whatsoever. The reunion between Cale and Arbell is botched, to say the least. (And still some people love it!)

Another thriller I quickly read is Susanna Gregory’s Mystery in the Minster, the 17th chronicle of Matthew Bartholomew… In line with the recent chronicles in the series, the book is not worth any level of recommendation. The plots get thinner and thinner, the dialogues and settings less and less realistic for their 14th Century environment, and the resolution is rushed with no even a pretence of disguise for the massive infodump in the Epilogue! It feels like I have already seen it all in previous books: the trip away from Cambridge to gather an uncertain inheritance, the flow of new characters taking an unreasonable interest in Michelhouse affairs, an endless sequence of deaths, poisons, “wanton” nuns, attractive women turning into insane murderesses, fights for life in an abandoned and crumbling church, &tc. Among the many implausible facts in the current volume, the vicar-chorals’ obsession with shoes, speaking of “intelligent, liberal people” as in a 21st Century society, or hiring an actor to play the role of a (long dead) priest for more than a month… I will for certain abstain from buying the incoming 18th chronicle, appropriately planned for April the 1st!

When ordering books from for my daughter, I added Ascension, a manga by Shin’ichi Sakamoto about climbing. I was however quite disappointed by the result, both for the silly plot and for the lack of realism in its climbing connection!


Posted in Books with tags , on July 23, 2011 by xi'an

Hypothermia is the 6th volume in the “Reykjavík Murder Mystery” series of Arnaldur Indriðason, featuring the inspector Erlunder. The book is hardly a crime fiction book, even less than the previous ones I read, and not so much about society this time as about the personal problems of Erlunder. (The title is the name of a mountain in the east of Iceland where Erlunder’s childhood tragedy occurred. And that could prove instrumental for the resolution of his sense of loss and lack of familial attachments…) The pacing is slow (as in slow food, a positive feature!) and most of the book does not feel at all like a detective story. At some point, I was wondering whether Indriðason was getting into a fantastic novel. While set in the same referential as the earlier novels, this book is very special and original, even though I presume I am missing some Icelandic referential in terms of the importance of lakes and family roots and theatre. In a sense, the weakest point of Hypothermia is the partial resolution of the criminal aspect of the story as it stretches a lot the boundaries of the credible. But the remainder of the story and the re-creation of the past and present familial links of Erlunder is quite quite enjoyable… I would rank Grafarþögn a wee higher because of the intense story of abuse in the background, but still a great book.


Posted in Books with tags , , , on April 23, 2011 by xi'an

During my visit to Madrid I managed to finish another book by Arnaldur Indriðason, Graforþögn (La Femme en Vert), which has been translated into English under the rather dull title of Silence of the Grave. While it is an impressive book, by its description of domestic violence and of its impact on the children and grand-children of abusive fathers, it is not exactly a detective story because there is not much in terms of police work… The book is terrifying in the spiral of physical and psychological violence suffered by the family and it is no wonder the book got several awards (Glass Key award 2003, CWA Gold Dagger 2005, Grand Prix des lectrices de Elle 2007). However, having the two stories exposed in parallel, the one of the suffering family in the 1940’s and the uncovering of the grave in the early 2000’s, reduces the plot in the current era to a spectator’s game, the reader being aware of much more than the policemen conducting the inquiry, and suspecting in particular that the body slowly unearthed by the archaeologists can only be one of two members of this doomed family… I must say I preferred Arctic Chill, especially because of the vision it gave of the contemporary Icelandic society, but this novel Graforþögn also contains insights about an older, more rural and just as cruel, Iceland that WWII was going to change so radically.

Timi nornarinnar

Posted in Books with tags , , , on February 26, 2011 by xi'an

I read this mystery by Árni Thórarinsson over last trips to both Montpellier and València. It has been translated into French (Le Temps de la Sorcière) but apparently not into English… As the more famous Indridason I read last summer en route to Vancouver, Timi nornarinnar takes place in contemporary Iceland and brings a similar reflection on the depressed state of (most) Icelandic youths. and the challenges posed by immigration and globalisation… The main investigator in the novel is a now abstinent ex-alcoholic reporter sent to the North as a penance and somehow compelled to solve the mystery of a young actor’s murder. The whole story revolves around a play that should have taken place at the local school of Loftur the Sorcerer (Galdra Loftr) by Jöhan Sigurjönson, whose synopsis seems close to Wilde’s Dorian Gray… The crime elucidation is in the end  and as often less important than the description of the Icelandic society, especially because the solution to the murder is far from convincing. The reporter is sometimes hillarious, often unbearable, and overall unrealistic, but this makes a good read nonetheless, thanks to the secondary characters. (It is easy to find links with Rankin’s Rebus, especially through the relation with the reporter’s daughter and the dependence on alcohol. The subplot about the parakeet is highly silly, though, be warned!)


Posted in Books with tags , , , , , on August 15, 2010 by xi'an

In the plane to Vancouver (flying over Iceland and Greenland), I read Arnaldur Indriðason book called Arctic Chill (Vertraborgin in Icelandic). Indriðason has written several highly popular crime stories (if one judges by the number of prizes his books got) but this was my first book of his’.

I found the style very appealing if rather bleak, maybe reflecting the depressing conditions of the part of the Icelandic society described in Arctic Chill. The main detective Erlendur mixes his police search for the murderer of a young Thai boy with a soul search about his failure to save his brother a long while ago during a snowstorm—the passage about the horse slowly taken by the quicksands made a very strong impression on me—. He also keeps pondering about whether relationships started on deceit can survive for long. As said above, the atmosphere is highly depressing, peopled with single mothers striving to get enough for their family (this was written before the financial crisis!), absent or reluctant fathers, rundown housing, and societal split about immigration. The solution to the murder is quite unexpected and could feel like a cheat, except that it does not! The sheer absurdity of the conditions for this murder, the autistic role played by the parents, all this conveys a strong message about a lack of moral sense at the family as well as at the society level. The reflections about the difficult integration of Asian immigrants into a very small and isolated society made me think of the related Rankin‘s equally impressive Fleshmarket Close, even though Arctic Chill is more intimate and psychological. The title Arctic Chill also translates the constant feeling of cold, wind and terrible weather conveyed by the book. Fighting the cold and the elements seems to be taking a heavy toll on the characters’ resilience… In conclusion, a very good novel going beyond the usual rules of the genre, preferably read on a sunny afternoon (as opposed to a chilly and bleak December evening!)