Torquil MacLeod's Murder in Malmo

 

My pleasure reading has often been made more pleasurable by selecting books set in places I have visited for more than the old “if it’s Tuesday it’s Belgium” regimen.  This preference clearly accounts for my love of stories set in the American Southwest and the cities and byways of the British Isles.

Let me now ask you to focus on a more unusual area by encouraging you to sample some of the work of a Scotsman by the name of Torquil MacLeod who writes Nordic Noir mysteries about a female detective working out of Malmo, Sweden. The series is available on Kindle at minimal cost.    

MacLeod was born in Edinburgh and spent 36 years as an advertising copywriter before his eldest son moved to Skane (far southern Sweden). Soon he was visiting his son and his family more often and started writing a mystery series that is centered in the Swedish city of Malmo, but skitters off to various places in England, Finland, Prague, and Berlin when the necessities of plot point to  additional travel.

My Malmo experience is slight. I have seen it only through a train window while traveling from Copenhagen to Stockholm. The city was once a major ferry port as the narrow gap there between Denmark and Sweden had required a short sea voyage for hundreds of years. Now it is one end point of a seven-mile-long engineering miracle called the Oresend Bridge and Tunnel.  It is the longest road/rail bridge in Europe and enables direct vehicle and train traffic from Scandinavia to anywhere in Europe.   

Few tourists stop in Malmo today, but my memory of crossing that bridge when I saw it was the main city featured in Mr. MacLeod’s detective series was intriguing enough to get me to put down .99 to get a copy of Murder in Malmo on my Kindle. There are now several books in the series and they are all fun to read. The chief character is a perfect new age Nordic Noir heroine--Inspector Anita Sundstrom. She is a divorcee who was unlucky in love the first time around and now finds herself reluctant to commit even while falling for new partners. She is a complex figure who is good at her job, but finds her overweight boss a trial and some of her team members less than competent. She has a college age son who seems to be frittering his life away in the early books but later finds love with a young Iraqui woman who is the sister of one of her co-workers.

MacLeod gives his detective an English birth and then a move to Sweden. The Swedish police then send her back to Britain for a training year with the London constabulary. This background and her mastery of both languages makes for plots that often utilize connections and characters in both countries.

Sundstrom’s team includes a young Muslim detective and her own son has a relationship with the sister of that young man. This allows MacLeod to mine the holes in the Nordic socialist heaven—many of which center on the recent immigration of dark-skinned peoples into the blond fair-faced Scandinavian populace.  

The plot In Murder in Malmo centers on Inspector Sundstrom encountering a long-time female antagonist who has just been appointed to head up a cold case unit. The chosen case just happens to be one of Sundstrom’s first cases and was never satisfactorily solved. As she works on a modern murder, she is also pulled backward in time and a rethinking the old case. This gives you two mysteries (one old and one new) that seem totally disconnected at first but then begin to merge. It is a device MacLeod and several other mystery writers seem inclined to use.   

Along the way there is still plenty of the dark violence the “noir” genre promises. The murders pile up and innocents suffer.  Detective Sundstrom slugs it out and bears the scars. She does not shy away from drawing and using her weapon.

MacLeod’s attention to local and historic detail is also impressive. He seems to have absorbed every street, every building, every park in his locations whether they be in Berlin, Malmo, London, or other small towns in the Swedish countryside.  I am reminded of how Anita and her British lover travel to Berlin to piece together an old occurrence and link it to how the cold and controlling environment of old Communist East Berlin architecture has been put to modern use yet somehow still exudes the very stench of its totalitarian past.    

In thinking about similarities to other mystery series, I note that Inspector Sundstrom resembles DI Hillary Greene in Faith Martin’s books about an Oxford based female detective. Her DI Greene also has a sharp investigative mind, a cadre of disparate teammates, and a bad divorce in her past. You can get her first book titled Murder on the Oxford Canal for free if you have Kindle Unlimited. Neither of these series are as complicated, as lush in description, or as psychologically deep as Louise Penny’s Inspector Gamache, but they offer plenty of satisfaction for idol hour reads. s

And a little plug for Penny's latest book that I have just finished and will be writing about shortly.

Review of STILL WATERS by Viveca Sten.

Have you ever heard of the the Stockholm Archipelago? It is composed of as many as 30,000 islands. Most are just little rocky outcrops inhabited by seabirds; some are filled with summer havens for Swedish vacationers; and some are communities onto themselves and come equipped with year round residents.

I have Just finished a new to me Nordic Mystery by Swedish author Viveca Sten titled Still Waters.  It’s the first book in a series set on an island called Sandhamn in the aforementioned Stockholm Archipelago. The central sleuth is Inspector Thomas Andreasson—a 14 year veteran of the police force and knowledgeable about boats and the sea around the many islands that make up the area.  

Andreasson also knows many of more permanent residents of the islands including Nora, an old childhood friend who is now a lawyer and married to a  Sandamn doctor and sailing enthusiast.   She has just been offered a better job in Malmo but her husband is not at all keen about moving from the island.  (Does this sound a bit like Ibsen's Nora to you?)

And of course, since all detectives in mysteries seem to have psychological or personal challenges in addition to their current investigation, the Inspector has his. He is in the process of recovering from a divorce fueled by the sudden infant death syndrome of his infant daughter.

In Ms. Sten’s opening outing a male body washes up on Sandhamn’s shore and the initial problem is identifying the corpse and determining whether the death is due to foul play or accidental. The case becomes more complicated when shortly after the victim is identified, his cousin is poisoned. A third victim just makes things even more murky.  

Sten’s prose (in translation) is simple and without major flourishes. She takes her time tying up the personal affairs of the characters while also digging into the hidden secrets buried within the case.  What I found particularly interesting was the information about the history of the many islands and how they turned from fishing and lighthouse sites to summer tourist and sailing meccas.   It could also be that my interest picked up because the daily Stockholm to Helsinki ferry figures in the plot. It was on that ferry that my son met his lovely Finnish bride some years ago. 

I am now reading book two and enjoying it as well.

 

 

Book Review Stargazer by Anne Hillerman

 

Stargazer by Anne Hillerman

It almost seems impossible that Tony Hillerman’s first Joe Leaphorn detective novel was published fifty years ago. His daughter Anne has carried on his mesmerizing descriptions of the Four Corners area and traditional Navaho history admirably in her sixth continuation book titled Stargazer.  Her emphasis has changed over time as Leaphorn has now retired to become a sort of grandfather advisor while leaving the detection to a younger investigative duo--Jim Chee and his wife Bernadette Manuelito.  In particular Ms. Kellerman has focused on the development of Bernadette Manuelito, the policewoman wife of Chee, who is now thinking about getting off the beat and applying for promotion to Detective.

In this outing Chee, who is lovingly always called Cheesburger by Bernadette’s mother, takes a back seat by unhappily riding the desk while his superior takes some time away from the job.  Meanwhile Bernadette is putting the miles on her “unit” doing the work that always makes up the majority of a law officer’s work.

It all starts in a straight forward fashion with the simple job of serving a warrant for cattle blocking a road. That leads to a dead body in a car, and a complicated entanglement of murder, drugs, a dead baby, and an abused young women. The body turns out to be a brilliant young scientist at a huge radio telescope located in the wilds just west of Las Lunas, NM.  Is it murder or suicide? Manuelito is assigned to join the investigation because the estranged wife of the victim is an old college friend of hers The web gets murky when this woman suddenly confesses to killing  the scientist. Manuelito believes the woman is lying to protect someone and her investigation into other possible suspects eventually leads her  to a deadly climax under a canopy of stars in a remote desert area.  

The Hillerman mysteries (from both father and daughter) are pretty standard by most measures, but the central characters are more human and engaging than most whodunnits.  Add to this the melding of Navaho lore and the beauty of the descriptions of the southwestern dessert and the books begin start to rise easily into the realm of special.  I will admit that familiarity with the southwest, where books are set, has added to my enjoyment. If you have been to the Four Corners, Canyon de Chelly, Window Rock, Shiprock, Chinle, or even just driven I 40  from Albuquerque to Flagstaff,  you will be primed to start the series. I know I look for each new addition as it comes out.

Book Review: Jacqueline Winspear THE CONSEQUENCES OF FEAR

 

Run don’t walk to find a copy of Jacqueline Winspear’s new Maisie Dobbs adventure THE CONSEQUENCES OF FEAR.  I and many of my friends have been a fan for several years.

It is 1941 and the bombs are fast producing a reign of terror on London.  A young message runner views what appears to be a brutal murder and then thinks the killer is the same man he has just delivered a dispatch to.  He reports his experience to the police,  but they seem less than interested.  Frustrated, the troubled young man turns to a woman he has delivered messages to before.  Maisie Dobbs is a private  investigator,  a forensic psychologist,  and also an intelligence operator for Churchills’s  newly formed SOE or Special Operations Executive.  Dobbs takes the boy’s story seriously and then quickly discovers that there are dangerous intersections with the Free French,  the French Resistance,  and the insertion of British spies into occupied France.    

There is, as usual with Winspear,  a seamless conjunction of London and Brititsh geography that pairs up in this book with the historical context of the Blitz and the beginnings of  World War II.  Her style is spare and  direct,  yet manages to convey complexity without sacrificing simplicity.

Masie’s personal romantic life,  the lives of her daughter and her family and friends are also given full play in the narrative. They add a sense of the personal emotions and deadly consequences that lurk just under the surface in any wartime.  It is this element that takes Maise’s trials outside of and above the level of standard detective fiction. 

You can start with this adventure and be well satisfied,  but picking up Maise’s life from the scullery,  to  WW I nurse,  to detective,  to secret agent adds oceans of depth to a complex female character whose growth seems to parallel the women’s movement itself.  She survives the battlefield, tragic love losses, and narrow scrapes that make her as unsinkable as Molly Brown.  She is a character you will comfortably live with over time and love more with each new episode. 

Jim De Young 

Review of Roma: The Novel of Ancient Rome by Steven Saylor

 

Roma: The Novel of Ancient Rome  by Steven Saylor

I am always the back fill guy.  Having recently read and reviewed Steven Saylor’s Empire: The Novel of Imperial Rome, I found a copy of his earlier work titled  Roma: The Novel of Ancient Rome at the Warren County Library. I can now report that it was fully as dense, detailed, and exhaustively researched as the later work.    

Empire covers the early development of Rome from its mythological beginnings with the stories of Romulus and Remus to the rise to power of Octavian after the assassination of Julius Caesar.  The second book, which I reviewed a month ago, starts with Octavian (or Caesar Augustus) through to the Emperor Hadrian in 141 AD.   

Roma begins the familial story that ties all of the ensuing events together. Saylor introduces the fictional Potiti and Pinarius genetic line and gives an elder of the family a golden “fascinum” or amulet that carries a sort of religious God anointed survival pass. It seems to work as each new inheritor generally manages to survive annihilation by being just far enough from the center of power to escape notice when the death squads appear.  

Roma was not quite as easy a read as Empire because my grasp on early Roman history is meager. Although names like Coriolanus, Cleopatra, and Hannibal did connect,  most of the rulers and their accomplishments were not on my radar.  Nonetheless, since most of them were no more pleasant than Nero or Caligula in the later volume, the constant bloody animal sacrifices, the frequent even more bloody human assassinations, beheadings, self disembowelings, and mass murders do keep the narrative pumping.    

Fun for me was the section that had the Roman playwright Plautus in the mix.  It was keyed to the success of one of his best comedies “The Braggart Soldier” and it did happen in a time when satire could exist without fierce political punishment.  Comedy can become sublime in the hands of a master and Saylor quotes  Plautus as saying “When men laugh, the Gods laugh, and for a brief time this miserable world becomes not merely bearable, but beautiful.”  It is sad that by the end of his life the wheel of fortune had turned again and the Plautine dictum  turned more to “I’d be glad to write a comedy, if I saw anything to laugh at.”

Saylor  makes little attempt to point out how some of the problems of those early Roman days were similar to our own.  On the other hand when you see hundreds of years of Heads of State grappling with territorial expansion, budget shortfalls, ethnic and class warfare, religious differences, and continuous challenges from cynically ambitious, power hungry politicians, you just have to see some current common pressure points.  Rule by force starts to appear to be easier and more efficient than agonizingly slow argument in their old Senate and our own. .  

I also enjoyed the detailed account of the derivation of the term “Pyrrhic Victory.”  For the record the adventurous Greek King Pyrrhus was keeping numerous Roman legions at bay until the Romans decided to let him win small  battles in widely separated locations. This stretched the Pyrrhic supply lines and weakened the morale of the King’s commanders and soldiers. The fruits of this planned maneuver allowed the  Roman Appius Claudius Caecus to declare that if there are many more Pyrrihic  victories the King “may soon discover to his dismay that he has won one battle too many.   Winning the battle only to lose the war is now a “Pyrrhic Victory."

In sum, if you wish to read both books, I would recommend reading Roma  first and Empire second.  This keeps the historical progression intact and helps to keep the shadow fictional family more connected. Other than that I think you will find either one or both to be good historical reads and I recommend them.   

Biden's State of the Union Address

 Opinion

4/29/2021

President Biden spoke to the American people last night and laid out his broad, generally progressive vision for the country. In my judgment his first 100 days have seen a return to a sense of governmental competence combined with the management of the COVID vaccine dispersal that will be seen as a logistic miracle by future analysts. Now the tougher slog begins. No plan this grand will be without shortfalls.   

Let’s start with Biden’s demonstration that he has solved the “Trump Equation” by the expedient of ignoring him. This is the kind of “death by a thousand cuts” that only bottom feeding egotists feel.  In four years the news bureaus, networks, pundits, and most Democrats failed to get the easier message. So they turned red in the face and wildly attacked each portentous lie and lunacy. Biden has, literally since the beginning of this campaign, been the fish who refuses to take the bait. He has reasoned correctly that raw meat spoils more quickly when not thrown immediately on every grill. Kudos to him!   

On to some of last night’s specifics where we were given a focused, totally understandable, and bi-directional look down an Interstate Highway. The President directed us first to gaze down at the potholed roadway and outlined a plan to fix the aging infra-structure. He emphasized jobs and an ennoblement of the working classes who have built and rebuilt the nation before and now can do it again.

His second direction was to gaze straight ahead toward the horizon where justice, climate fixes, and successful international competition await a renewed national commitment.  He emphasized that it was not possible for us to “not respond” to  this challenge.  If we exhaust our efforts, he said,  competing among ourselves, the rest of the world (particularly China) will not sit around and wait for us to put our house in order. They will see our folly and move ahead without us. 

Note that the President looked only those two ways. His message was narrow, finely honed, and fully understandable. Although I am sure he is well aware of it, he did not mention that the off-ramps on the Interstate are full of dying and decaying strip malls. That is where doom saying toothless tigers are gnashing their  gums while complaining  that these efforts will cost too much.  Republicans off to either side of the road have no apparent foreign or domestic vision, no declared platform of action, and no apparent interest in negotiation or governing.  Mitch McConnell’s cold iceberg isolation stare last night (that could not be concealed by his mask) captured our predicament perfectly.  In closing I reiterate that this is a lift destined to fail in some part, but by all that is Holy, it is a goal worthy of our noble nation. Not to try will be seen by future historians as a monumental failure.

Like Joe, I thank you for your patience.

 

Review of Your Inner Hedgehog by Andrew McCall Smith

 

In Your Inner Hedgehog Alexander McCall Smith adds another volume to his Portuguese Irregular Verb series and you can count on some fine chuckles as he roasts  the old school German pedants (like Professor Dr Dr Moritz-Maria von Igelfeld) who  scheme mightily about all issues large and small at the tiny Institute of Romance Philology at the University of Regensburg.  Academic Freedom is always a topic and von Igelfeld and his colleagues tend to define that as the freedom to do what they like and not be challenged by the lower pecking order who do not approve of what you have done or are doing. 

When a new female Deputy-Librarian arrives with the demented idea that the Senior Coffee Room (which has been reserved for Full Chairs since the disappearance of the dinosaurs) should be open to all. It is all hands on deck to repulse the forces of distaff progress.  A new doctrine of “compulsory anti-elitism”  is in the air and the old profs worry that it will lead to compelling them to do such distasteful things as inviting your neighbors into your home.

The final straw is broken when complaints to the all powerful University Rector lead to a required election for a new Director of the Institute. All employees, ranging from the office cleaners and cafeteria staff to the senior professors are to have equal votes.  

There are several other complications, including a loud American on a Post Doc, but since this is McCall-Smith everything is ironed out in the end. Getting there is half the fun with this author and if you are familiar with academic life you will enjoy this one.  You can read it in two or three hours max.