This is the second time I've giving a Nesser book one star. And the second time I couldn't even get half-way through the text. Goodreads gives this four stars - very interesting. I found the start of the book so unrelentingly depressing that I couldn't be bothered going on another chapter. An old...
With The Unlucky Lottery, I've now read all of Nesser's books that have been translated into English, and I must say, they are among the finest novels of crime fiction coming out of Scandinavia. Sadly now I have to bide my time until the next one is translated and published. This novel offers it...
"There's a time for everything."A proposta da ex-mulher para passar as duas semanas que dispõe de férias com ela, os filhos adultos e os netos é para o Inspector Van Veeteren um ultraje. Ele prefere usufruir do seu tempo livre sozinho e, por essa razão, faz uma reserva para descansar 15 dias em C...
Hakan Nesser is another one of my all-time favorite writers of Scandinavian crime fiction. Woman With Birthmark is #4 in this series featuring Inspector Van Veeteren, a veteran detective in Maardam, whose location remains a mystery in itself. These books you can read as stand-alone novels, but th...
Niinä kuusikymmentäluvun alun vuosina isä oli töissä vankilassa. Se oli luultavasti kuluttavaa työtä, varsinkin niin herkälle ihmiselle, mutta hän ei koskaan puhunut siitä – niin kuin hän ei muutenkaan mielellään puhunut epämiellyttävistä asioista. Jokaiselle päivälle riittää omat murheensa. Joka...
Efter en smitningsolycka blir förövaren mer och mer besatt av det han gjort. Samtidigt arbetar polisen och den pensionerade Van Veeteren intensivt med att försöka hitta föröveran
Håkan Nessers Kriminalroman beginnt in der Vergangenheit und reicht bis in die Zeit zurück, als sein Kommissar Van Veeteren noch nicht pensioniert war: In einem leeren Swimmingpool wird eine Frau tot aufgefunden, und ihr Ehemann gerät schnell in Mordverdacht. Jaan G. Hennan, der mit seiner Frau...
A quarter to five. He had slept for twenty minutes. Erich is dead, he thought. It’s not a dream. He’s dead, that’s reality. He could feel his eyes burning in their sockets. As if they wanted to force their way out of his head. Oedipus, it occurred to him. Oedipus Rex . . . Wandering around blind ...
Marie-Louise Leverkuhn took a sip of water from the glass on the table in front of her. Cleared her throat and straightened her back. ‘I got home at about two o’clock,’ she said. ‘There had been a power cut on the railway line to Bossingen and Löhr. We were at a standstill...
Lifting mist and a south-westerly wind. The sixth of November.A fire, a short walk towards Dulverton, breakfast, thirty pages of Bleak House. Mornings are easy. We’ve only slept in the house for four nights, but it seems as if it could have been forty. The way you live one day is the way you can ...