The Ice Star: unlikely Arctic adventures

Neither Nordic noir nor Scandi crime, The Ice Star is an action-adventure pursuit story which barrels back and forth across Greenland’s Arctic landscape. This is not an atmospheric, melancholic exploration of the long night of the Scandinavian soul, but rather a runaway sledge ride from one shoot-out to the next. The strong female protagonist is,…

The Man Who Died: a comedy of killing

We’re all going to die. But Finnish businessman Jakko discovers more about his own death than most people would want to. He’s going to die quite soon, and he’s going to die quite unpleasantly. And he’s going to die because someone close to him has killed him. But who, and why? And what should he…

The Scarred Woman: a perfect payoff

After leading us down the garden path and round the mulberry bush for several Department Q novels, Jussi Adler-Olsen finally pulls all the threads together in this absurdly clever and extremely convoluted investigation. Finally we discover what’s been going on with the detective’s assistant, Rose, for all these years… but not at the expense of…

Dept Q: inside the cold cases

Fans of superior Scandi crime are in for a total treat this week when the new Department Q book by Jussi Adler-Olsen is released. We’ve been lucky enough to read it already – and it is flat-out fabulous. Come back on Friday to find out all about The Scarred Woman. But what if you haven’t…

Crime Time: new books and recommended reads

  The autumn reading season delivers Nordic noir, cosy crime, sci-fi thrillers, feisty female detectives, murder in the Outback and sleaze in Sicily: detectives, vendettas, hardboiled heroes and even some gore-splattered horror. Oh, and the George Smiley spy story which everyone’s been patiently waiting for… A LEGACY OF SPIES by John Le Carre A throwback…

Varg Veum: a wolf comes a-calling

In an extended moment of muppetry, I avoided reading Gunnar Staalesen’s Varg Veum series for decades. Every time a new episode featuring the Norwegian private detective arrived, my vision was averted. I looked the other way, put off by back-cover blurbs which compared the books to Henning Mankell, Maj Sjöwall and Per Wahlöö. That old…