It is no spoiler to say that both stories will converge at some point, but how? The construct of the book takes us back to the Second World War but shifts in time periods as a couple friends start us off as they work on a very cold case. I'm a big fan of the author's Erlendur series but Indridason has put it aside to start a new one. Höfundur hnýtir tvær mismunandi tímalínur saman í góða fléttu sem heldur manni við efnið, án þess að koma mikið á óvart þegar hún er rakin upp við lesturinn. What links the recent murder of a 90 year old man to that of a young seamstress back in 1944. Who on earth would be coldblooded enough to kill an old man Thank you Netgalley and St. I am very much interested in the concept of time in our lives and in literature — especially the interaction between time passing in a story and the narration.
I can't wait for the next. The subsequent autopsy reveals that he was smothered. The mystery and the emotion wrapped up in it are what make for such a gripping read. En fait, je pense en avoir fait le tour. I'll give book 2 a look Lots of reviews already so I'll just add my two cents.
De gebeurtenissen in het verleden zijn nauwelijks interessant te noemen en het familieschandaal dat er gevolg van is, interesseert me eigenlijk helemaal niet. And will Konrad's link to the past help him solve the case and finally lay the ghosts of wartime Reykjavik to rest? The 1944 murder of the young seamstress is one of two parallel investigations traced by Arnaldur Indridason in his novel, The Shadow District. The writing is clear and detaile This is the first of a proposed series, and as with his previous books, Indrioason has created a satisfying police procedural, this one being set in two eras. I like the Swedish author Leif G W Persson; his work seems to have both touches of humor and the prospect of better days to come. I don't have a number popping into my head but I'll give it some thought as far as the star rating goes and come back to it later. Another benefit of not focusing solely on the mystery itself is that in this book, the author not only gets into the occupation of Iceland, but Iceland at that time was on the edge of independence, a situation that is clearly explained here.
And then repeated all of them again. A ninety-year-old pensioner is found to have died in bed in his flat—not an unusual scenario. The Icelandic crime novelist Arnaldur Indridason has written 19 novels to date. Readers in Western Europe and North America are in love with Iceland at the moment, though we probably have a fairly idealistic view of the country. Possibly Indrioason did this in an exercise which would include and surround all the Icelandic independence and other politico views he inserted within it.
People moved to the city and to the villages, women felt freer and suddenly there were more opportunities. However, what is most striking about this novel is the consistently flat style of the writing. Here we have two policemen, one Icelandic working in Reykjavik and the other is a Canadian and a member of the armed forced, he is of Icelandic heritage and speaks Icelandic. The police inspector in charge is Marta and she has Konrad, who's retired, work on the case to ease their expanding workload. The Icelandic writer Arnaldur Indridason is a quiet and thoughtful man, who has studied his own country, its history and its literature, in great detail. Closely in sync, the pair of them work intelligently and sensitively to unravel the identity of the victim, and who killed her.
I especially liked how Indridason takes the plight of Icelandic women in a deeply paternalistic society into focus, and depicts it with feeling and compassion. I absolutely loved this book! Ce n'est pas un reproche. This was my fourth Indriðason novel and the start of a new series, The Reykjavik Wartime Mysteries. It marks the beginning of the huge changes that took place in Iceland when the county stopped being a very, very poor peasant society of farmers and farming with growing fisheries and became this rich, modern society that ended with the economic crash a few decades later. Come to Iceland where cold and dark promote crime.
They are investigating the murder of young woman whose body was left in 'the Shadow District', a rundown area of Reykjavik. What has changed if anyting? On connaît le chemin et on ne se trompe pas. A wonderful crime mystery which spans 75 years, moving from the investigation of the murder of a young woman in 1944 to the death of a 90-year-old man in present day Iceland. What Indridason has done here is to take a modern crime and root it in the past. In addition to a first-rate story, Indridason creates a sense of mood, time and especially place in all his works: Iceland itself the people, the culture, the food play as much a part in the setting of the story as the site of the murders and interrogation rooms do. Konrad, and his wartime equivalent Flovent, are decent and likeable protagonists. One young woman ends up dead.
How are these cases linked across the decades? Konrad speaks with the neighbor directly across the hall from Thorson the murdered man in an attempt to discover why or who would have killed this quiet, elderly man. We are so used to Erlendur, but in The Shadow District we meet Konrad and Stephan. Lots of reviews already so I'll just add my two cents. It paints a fascinating picture of how life in Iceland changed in the 40s and 50s in more or less every aspect as thousands of British and American soldiers poured into the country, bringing with them a new kind of life. What are they like and how did you develop them? The Shadow district by Arnaldur Indridason. I'll give book 2 a look.
The Reykjavik cops want to close the case, but a retired detective is intrigued by news clippings of an old murder found in the deceased man's belongings, and before you know it he's back in investigative mode. Konrad had worked with Flovent but had no idea about Thorson, the murdered man. This is a very This was my fourth Indriðason novel and the start of a new series, The Reykjavik Wartime Mysteries. The Shadow District is a decent crime novel, but Indridason has better in his catalog. He followed the leads he got from one character to the next character and so on until he finally figured out who murdered who. An Icelandic detective and a member of the American military police are on the trail of a brutal killer. The writing is clean and spare, and yet you always know how the characters are feeling and what is motivating them.