The second in the Kurt Wallander series does not measure up to the first. Swedish detective Wallander spends most of the story in Latvia trying to figure out who is behind a police conspiracy. But the bulk of the book is Wallander's internal dialogues --uninteresting, repetitive, and overlong. "I don't understand any of this!", "What is going on here?", "Who are these people?" Wallander repeatedly asks himself (although he mixes in the classic: "'I'm sorry', he said apologetically"). The story ends predictably --if you think you've figured it out halfway through, you have.
If you enjoy twelve hours of Swedish angst and internal dialogues, this book is for you.
I almost always have a book going.
I've only recently discovered the Kurt Wallander Mystery series. A satisfying look at a landscape so foreign to that of my own, that I'm drawn back for more. And I can't resist the honest portrayal of the nature one man by way of the main character. I'm hooked.
I can't wait to read Mankell's books. I would have liked to listen to them but Dick Hill's reading is awful. I'm sure the books are infinitely richer that what they seem.
repeated telling us not showing us about the characters -- he wan't sure why he was doing what he was doing; she wasn't sure she could go on. Then thankfully there is a randomly introduced insider inside the police station who risks all... no mas!
not the genre -- the author maybe
avoid the sappy romance -- stick to the original idea of bodies in a lifeboat.
Almost didn't finish this book. It's a genre work, but much less happens than in better works, the protagonist's character is wishy-washy and inconsistent, his love interest not credible.
The action sequences are weak, the suspense (Which Colonel is the bad guy?) insufficient and dully wrought.
The title is the best part.
"Snowman" is a much better work of the genre.