

that afternoon Wallander discoverd that he was hungry. Its starkness does seem suited, after a while, to the bleak landscape–both literal and emotional–of the novel, but that didn’t rescue it from seeming perfunctory, as writing, rather than artistic or literary: it often seemed as if Mankell was just working his way down a checklist of things to include or describe:Īt 4 p.m.

Maybe the fault lies with the translators, but there is no elegance, no rhythm, no color to the prose at all: it’s just one statement after another. The style is almost unbearably plodding–not quite as dreary as the Stieg Larsson books (or the 1.5 of them I managed to wade through), but close. But I honestly can’t see why this book, or its author, would stimulate such enthusiasm. I’m not in a position to generalize about Mankell, or Wallander, after reading just one novel in this series. “An excellent thriller…A terrific novel.” ( The Independent ). “Beautifully constructed plots.” (New York Post). “A thriller of the very best kind.” ( The Times ). “An especially satisfying crime novel” ( Wall Street Journal). “Sweden’s greatest living mystery writer!” ( Los Angeles Times). Select the quantity of the product you desire and click the "Add" button.My copy of Faceless Killers is littered with snippets of praise, both for Mankell in general and for the book in particular. Read Less Below is a list of products arranged by condition. He quickly becomes obsessed with solving the crime before the already tense situation explodes, but soon comes to realize that it will require all his reserves of energy and dedication to solve.

Unlike the situation with his ex-wife, his estranged daughter, or the beautiful but married young prosecuter who has peaked his interest, in this case, Wallander finds a problem he can handle. And as if this didn’t present enough problems for the Ystad police Inspector Kurt Wallander, the dying woman’s last word is foreign, leaving the police the one tangible clue they have–and in the process, the match that could inflame Sweden’s already smoldering anti-immigrant sentiments. From the dean of Scandinavian noir, the first riveting installment in the internationally bestselling and universally acclaimed Kurt Wallander series, the basis for the PBS series staring Kenneth Branagh.It was a senselessly violent crime: on a cold night in a remote Swedish farmhouse an elderly farmer is bludgeoned to death, and his wife is left to die with a noose around her neck.
