I've just finished Jo Nesbo's The Snowman, a Norwegian Noir set in and around Oslo with proponent Harry Hole. I'm not a great lover of serial killer tales but this dark little piece works quite well with its alcoholic cynical hero - the cop who doesn't really fit in but pragmatically is tolerated due to his results.
I was surprised at the amount of sex in the piece having not previously read Nesbo (and possibly because of who passed it on to me), but I thought it was well constructed with the right measure of red herrings and dry humour to keep things percolating. Colours abound throughout the writing - from the grey skies of Oslo to descriptions of bright red arterial blood on the crystalline snow. I'll be back for more and will try to pick up The Leopard - the next in the series - tomorrow before I head south for a few days... perfect for airport lounges.
Burn brightly, Pete.
I was surprised at the amount of sex in the piece having not previously read Nesbo (and possibly because of who passed it on to me), but I thought it was well constructed with the right measure of red herrings and dry humour to keep things percolating. Colours abound throughout the writing - from the grey skies of Oslo to descriptions of bright red arterial blood on the crystalline snow. I'll be back for more and will try to pick up The Leopard - the next in the series - tomorrow before I head south for a few days... perfect for airport lounges.
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