Monthly Archives: January 2012

Last Rituals – Yrsa Sigurdardottir

Whilst I’ve read lots of Swedish and Norwegian crime fiction, this is my first foray into the novels of Iceland. Yrsa Sigurdardottir had written several books for children but this was her first adult thriller. Translated by Bernard Scudder and published in the UK in 2009, Last Rituals is the first in a series of novels featuring Thora Guttmondsottir. She is an attorney in her mid-thirties, a recently divorced single mother with two children, who is adjusting to living with fewer luxuries than she had been used to when married to a surgeon. When she is offered a huge amount of money by a German family to investigate the murder of their son, who was studying at the University of Iceland, she cannot resist taking the job. The murdered student, Harald Guntleib, had been found in the History department of the university, with his eyes gouged out and a strange symbol carved into his chest, and the police have arrested one of his friends, Hugi, for the murder. Harald’s family are convinced that the Icelandic police have bungled the investigation, and so Thora joins forces with a friend of the Guntleib’s, Matthew Reich, and they begin to delve into the slightly disturbing world of Harald and his interest in witchcraft.

I rather liked Last Rituals. Thora is someone with whom I can see myself having a fun night out with, spending the evening bitching about our ex-boyfriends and drinking far too much Cointreau. She’s witty, intelligent and has a good line in scathing retorts, especially when directed at her useless secretary, Bella. Her and Matthew make a good team, although I thought that Matthew’s character was a little confused, switching from stern and emotionless to playful and sexy, and back again, in the space of a couple of sentences. It wasn’t too annoying, but was distracting at points. The cast of supporting characters were nicely unpleasant, and Sigurdarottir has a good line in writing irritating  students, including the intriguingly named Marta Mist, whom I wanted to strangle several times.

Sigurdarottir has obviously done extensive research into the history of witchcraft in Iceland, and this comes across clearly without seeming as if she has shoe-horned it into the text for the sake of it. The details of the murder, as related to Harald’s interest in the occult, are described fairly graphically but, again, not gratuitously (just don’t read it whilst eating…) My main criticism is that the ending seems a tad rushed and is a slightly anti-climactic, but I still think that it’s a decent crime novel, and I look forward to reading the next two novels featuring Thora.

3.5/5


Before I Go To Sleep – SJ Watson

SJ Watson has had the kind of 12 months that most aspiring authors dream of. He was working as an NHS audiologist when he was accepted onto a writing course at the Faber Academy in 2009, where he wrote Before I Sleep. Since then it has been published in over 30 countries, Watson has won the 2011 Crime Writers Association’s John Creasey (New Blood) Dagger, and Ridley Scott has picked up the film rights. All this and it was only published at the end of April 2011. It’s a novel which I’ve been meaning to read since it was published, but I was trying to reduce by to-be-read pile before buying lots of new books. That went as well as you can imagine, but I did resist this one until yesterday. As you can see, it didn’t take long for me to tear through- in fact, I would have finished it last night if I hadn’t been busy in the evening.

Christine Lucas wakes up one morning to find herself in bed with a man who she doesn’t recognise. Thinking that she’s had a drunken one-night stand, she creeps into the bathroom, looks in the mirror and finds that she also doesn’t recognise the woman who looks back at her. In her mind she is 27, but the woman in the mirror is middle-aged. The man in the bed wakes and explains that he is her husband, she has had an accident and now wakes every morning with no memory of her life since. It’s an intriguing premise, and one which lends itself well to a thriller. Christine has been an amnesiac for about twenty years when the novel opens, with every day being the same, until she gets a call from Dr. Nash, who tells her that he has been helping her with her memory, and that she has been writing a journal for a month. Reading this diary is the only way in which she can build a picture of more than a day at a time, and it is this that leads her to question what she is being told about her past.

It’s a hard book to review, as I don’t want to give away too much of the story (apologies if I have), but I can say that it is brilliant. Written in the first person, Watson captures the ragged nature of Christine’s memories fabulously with lots of repetition and uncertainty. It only has three characters for the main part, but I didn’t feel that this was a handicap, but rather that it added to the claustrophobic nature of Christine’s day-to-day life, where she depends on Ben, her husband, and Dr. Nash for everything. The flashbacks, where her memory comes back momentarily, feel realistic, and her anguish at not being able to remember more is sometimes painful to read. If I had a criticism, it would be that the last chapter feels a little rushed and contrived, but this was partly due to the constraints of the concept, and it in no way distracts from the tense narrative.

I can’t wait to see what Watson comes up with next, and I think that Before I Go To Sleep will make a fantastic film if handled sensitively and not made too ‘Hollywood’.

4.5/5


If only my books did this…

Thousands of people saw this today, mainly courtesy of Twitter, but for anyone who didn’t, I thought that I’d post it here. The owners of Type Books (@typebooks on Twitter) have made a lovely stop-motion film about what their books get up to at night, when the shop’s closed. It’s obviously a work of love (and a lot of time), and the end result is gorgeous. Mischievous books make everything seem a little happier!


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