Voices
A Fiction, Mystery, Scandinavian Literature book. All I know is that loneliness is a slow and painful death. Marion paused. Arnaldur Indriason, Voices...
The Christmas rush is at its peak in a grand Reykjavík hotel when Inspector Erlendur is called in to investigate a murder. The hotel Santa has been stabbed to death, and Erlendur and his fellow detectives find no shortage of suspects between the hotel staff and the international travelers staying for the holidays. As Christmas Day approaches, Erlendur must deal with his difficult daughter, pursue a possible romantic interest, and untangle a long-buried web of malice and greed to find the murderer.
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- Filetype: PDF
- Pages: 313 pages
- ISBN: 9780312358716 / 312358717
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All I know is that loneliness is a slow and painful death. Marion paused. Arnaldur Indriason, Voices // Will you get any Christmas presents? she asked. Maybe some socks, Erlendur said. Hopefully Arnaldur Indriason, Voices // Well see what comes out of the autopsy. Obviously theres no problem getting hold of a knife at this hotel, if it was someone from here who attacked him. Arnaldur Indriason, Voices //
You don't pick up an Indridason book for its sunny faith in humankind; these books set in Iceland are as noire as Scandinavian Noire can possibly be. And Inspector Erlendur Sveinsson is as pathetic as he is brilliant.This book has a particularly troubling cast of characters revolving around the death of a hotel Santa who was once a... This may be Indridason's best yet...it is simply outstanding. I thought the last one (Silence of the Grave) was excellent, but I liked this one even more. It is one of the darkest mysteries I've ever encountered and the time flew by as I was reading. I couldn't put it down. Most highly recommended -- for serious mystery readers and... How timely! It is Christmas and here is a book set at Christmas. It is dark and dreary here, just the way Erlendur likes it. I myself dont know how people north of the Red River stand long, cold, lonely winters. Erlendur is born to it; he may even take a step further. But even he cannot bear to spend the days up to Christmas in his...
