Book Seventy-Eight: Before the Frost 27Mar08 | 0 responses
This is another book in the Wallander series, but it focuses on Wallander’s daughter, Linda, rather than on Wallander himself. This made it especially interesting, because I got to see familiar characters and scenes from a new perspective. Hoglund, for example, who comes across as an intelligent, good natured woman seems brusque and bitchy for no real reason in this book. Wallander is depicted as a rather violent, impatient sort of man, who doesn’t seem to really respect his daughter, or her choice to become a police officer.
The book involves several mysteries which are interlinked, but not in the way the reader might expect, and I like that. It was not immediately predictable in the way that many mysteries are, with strange twists and turns which set the book up in a very interesting way. It’s also interesting, to me, to read a book about a female lead character written by a man, just as it is intriguing to read books about men written by women. The tone and feel of this book is markedly different from the mysteries with focus on Kurt Wallander, illustrating Mankell’s diversity and ability to handle new topics.
One thing about the book which didn’t appeal to me was the sort of catty view of women. Linda seemed to be constantly on the verge of hysterics, in a way that Kurt never is, and the women in the book felt flatter and less interesting than the women in Mankell’s other books. Hoglund, for example, who feels like a vibrant, well-developed character in other Wallander books, and turns into a dull, flat, uninteresting monster. I can’t decide if this is because of the way that Linda views women, or if it says something about Mankell.
I think I may need to take a break from the Swedish detective mysteries. I’m getting a bit too mired in them. Maybe I’ll start reading African detective books, since my books on order still aren’t in at the library, and the one thing they do have is a sizable mystery section. I wouldn’t mind reading some good Chinese mysteries, too, if anyone happens to know of any.
Talking with a friend earlier, he mentioned that I seem to read a lot, and I explained that it’s because I dedicate several hours every day, and often more, to reading. I’m so hungry for material to read, though, that I will read pretty much anything, including absolute garbage. Reading is such an intense compulsion for me, though, that I can’t imagine giving up garbage if it meant I had nothing to read.
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Before the Frost, by Henning Mankell. Translated from the Swedish by Ebba Segerberg. English translation published 2005, 383 pages. Fiction.