Stieg Larson. The name resounds like a Viking ship sailing in a fjord windy. The 574 pages of Volume 1 Millennium (Larson thriller trilogy) were ingested in one sitting. No respite! Working, eating and other imperatives boring (or not) of modern life had become a hobby, and all joyousness was relegated to the next. Taking the same feeling I felt on reading Attack of the Y. Khadra (self-promise from the questionnaire Procrustes), although no parallel is to be established between the two structures. Anyway, fans of thrillers, good evening. Those who listened, small, extraordinary stories Pierre Bellemare understand me on the radio. Of course, fans of films of Chabrol and Henri Verneuil too.
All spice black series are there: to cover dark mystery, investigators endearing, false trails, colorful characters. None missing.
But beyond the story itself, it is interesting to note that Swedish culture is relatively unknown to the rest of the world. What is Sweden in the collective imagination (or just in mine)? One or 2 tennis player Bjorn Borg-type, 2 actresses anthology (Bergman and Garbo), Ikea, ABBA, the little mermaid, the assassination of Olof Palme , the blond Vikings, the northern cold ...? Lots of platitudes, after all equivalent to our usual triptych of camel-couscous-harem.
Millennium is, therefore, an opportunity to get acquainted with this country, Of course, not just the few platitudes that I stated.
On the other hand, stylique speaking, those who seek codes of thriller cliches do not find it. No borsalino, no mustache, detective, not Jessica Rabbit waving the cigarette in his mouth. No, here we are in the polar modernized. The big bosses alongside financial journalism, and the only pseudo detective story is a hacker tattooed (summary hasty on my part).
history, so. Is that of a dynasty of industrialists, Vanger, including a teenager, Hariett, disappeared in the 60s. The murder is more than likely. Her uncle, 80 Spring today, will constantly want to know the end of the story. It therefore uses an unlikely duo: Mikael Blomkvist, a journalist Mr Clean who ended up in a little sabbatical break in spite of himself, and Lisbeth Salander, detective-hacker-hard rocker borderline autistic.
To investigate, Blomkvist will go live on the small island where is the "community" Vanger, and which disappeared 40 years earlier in the Hariett question. He will be joined later by Salander. Gradually, as the 2 in the history of ferreting Vanger, this crew unearth some stinking corpses that relegates any PostSecret confidence of the rank of sissy, and of course solve the Chinese puzzle.
The red thread of history is in the title: Men who did not like women.
Title that keeps us in the eye throughout our reading, accentuated by the statistics on violence against women, which are distilled in dropper, like so many compelling circumstantial evidence.
In a review of the pavement, it was drawn a parallel with the Danish film, Festen . True ... very true to the look that hides Northern bourgeoisie, as well as the air is, behavior not really Catholic. Personally, I also liken it to murder thriller in the English countryside: no arsenic and old lace, but more for the isolated side of the island and little desire to cooperate for the locals.
As I said, this is a trilogy. The 2 suites are en route to Scandinavia with my Chief Librarian, and do not delay. Not forgetting the Lord Bombay by Vikram Chandra . A decidedly spring polar, and black coffee, very black to hold out after the witching hour!
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