As the popularity of Scandinavian crime stories increases in the U.S., Jo Nesbø releases another in his series featuring Harry Hole, a kind of Norwegian Jimmy McNulty.
Hole, is, as they would say on The Wire (the best rendering of urban America ever), good police: He smokes cigarettes, drinks with abandon, and doggedly investigates any and all cases that come under his purview. Which in this case includes a savage bank robber who cruelly executes his victims, a 12-hour blackout, and a dead ex-girlfriend, gypsies, and a creepy enemy in his own department. But it’s the narrative’s hardboiled persona and noir patter that make it work and read well. Though I am averse to crime-story series, Nesbø’s Hole is a character craftily wrought who calls for more attentionhe has the makings of a Norwegian Jimmy McNulty.