From
the back cover
“Meet
Erik Winter: a bachelor gourmand with a palate for obscure jazz and Lagavulin─and
Sweden’s youngest Chief Inspector. Despite his new promotin, it’s been a tough
year─on the heels of losing a childhood friend to AIDS, he now must contend
with the parallel murders of young British and Swedish tourists in Gothenburg
and South London. Winter and his British counterpart, Steve Macdonald, find
clues leading straight into the dark heart of the black-market entertainment
trade. But when they hit a dead end, Winter plays a hunch that the bloody
fottprints at the crime scenes suggest a macabre performance─a taint intended
for Winter himself.”
Review
Death is a
mostly lean, entertaining police procedural with a quirky lead character and a semi-philosophical,
nostalgic bent─Edwardson allows his characters occasional, brief indulgences of
wandering, non-essential-to-plot thoughts, making the characters more than pieces on a
storyline chessboard. If you are a minimalist-writing reader, you might want to
make slight adjustments your expectations, or not bother trying to read this sometimes-melancholic
book.
Death is a
unique-in-tone, excellent novel, one that took me a few chapters to get into. Once
I did, I was immersed in its characters and storyline. This is worth
reading, possibly owning if you are into melancholic, quirky characters and sometimes
philosophical books. Followed by The
Shadow Woman.
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