Book 2 of 2013: The Snowman, by Jo NesbØ (Translated from the
Norwegian by Don Bartlett)
Good thriller, and I liked it, but I have to say that it didn't completely blow me away. There’s
a hard-nosed cop with issues, a serial killer, the story has twists, and it is
thrilling…but it’s supposed to be, right?
I used to like reading mystery / thriller novels a lot, but reading this didn't make me want to run out and start one of his other novels right
away. However, it may be that my tastes
have changed, and I certainly think it’s a fine example of its genre.
More than anything else, I would describe this book as “cinematic.”
I couldn't help but keep envisioning the scenes in a movie seat in a dark theater. Peppered throughout the novel
are quick scene flips where an action or conversation is continued right
through the two scenes, albeit with different characters or situations. My favorite example is when Harry, the cop,
cannot sleep, and gets up to listen to the radio and hear that George W. has
been reelected. He climbs back into bed
and flips his covers over his head in lighthearted despair. The scene flips and Jonas, a boy whose mother
has gone missing and is suspected to be murdered, flips his own covers off his
head when he hears a noise and is terrified.
Was she murdered? Is the murderer
back? The novel moves from lighthearted
to tense with the flip of a duvet.
Cinematic? Or have I been watching too many movies, and
rather than this novel being “like a movie” are movies produced to be “like a
well-written thriller?”
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