I’ve been meaning to write another “What I’m Reading Now” post. I have a book I can’t wait to share with you all…
by Jo Nesbø
I’ve heard of Jo Nesbø and noted his works sitting on the “New Release” shelf at the public library. After suffering through a disappointing work by P.D. James, I wanted to read a good crime novel. So I checked out the book the Internet said was one of Nesbø’s best.
WHERE WAS THIS ALL MY LIFE WHY DIDN’T I READ THIS EARLIER?! Or so I flailed about in my room as I swallowed the book in a single afternoon. This is what a crime story is meant to be! The Snowman is a sparse, stark, and deeply immersive tale of detective Harry Hole trying to catch Norway’s first documented serial killer, who strikes at first snowfall and leaves a snowman as a signature. A mystery that stumps the detective again and again, even as he moves closer to the truth. The unexpected culprit. The red herrings… the unrelenting tension! The logical outworking of the plot! The imagery was outstanding and vivid and exactly as gruesome as need; no more and no less. I was making the movie in my head, and that doesn’t happen very often.
Speaking of movies, The Snowman movie is coming out this October, starring Michael Fassbender. He’s is too attractive to play Harry Hole, but I think few will complain about that. 😉
Now, was The Snowman flawless? Of course not. It had savants who are too good at detecting lies, a man who always gets the women, and other convenient tropes. It also had the obligatory sex scene, which I skipped with an eye-roll (boring!). But they did not detract the story and the aforesaid scene turned out important. Had I not skimmed it, I might’ve figured out the culprit before the reveal. Oh well. All in all, The Snowman was a fine, immersive mystery-horror thriller. If you have a stomach for horror, you should take a peak.