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Fiction. Mystery. Suspense. Thriller. HTML: Inspector Erlendur returns in this gripping Icelandic thriller When a skeleton is discovered half-buried in a construction site outside of ReykjavIk, Inspector Erlendur finds himself knee-deep in both a crime scene and an archeological dig. Bone by bone, the body is unearthed, and the brutalizing history of a family who lived near the building site comes to light along with it. Was the skeleton a man or a woman, a victim or a killer, and is this a simple case of murder or a long-concealed act of justice? As Erlendur tries to crack this cold case, he must also save his drug-addicted daughter from self destruction and somehow glue his hopelessly fractured family back together. Like the chilly Nordic mysteries of Henning Mankell and Karen Fossum, Arnaldur Indridason delivers a stark police procedural full of humanity and pathos, a classic noir from a very cold place..… (more)
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This is a dark tale of family violence that is slowly revealed in a series of flashbacks. The author doesn’t shrink from showing the terrible damage and emotional scars that domestic abuse leaves. In fact, be prepared for a stark look at the underbelly of Reykjavik as we are taken on a tour of drug dealings and their side effects. Erlendur himself is a cold, detached man haunted by his own demons, his son and daughter have little to do with him, his ex-wife despises him, and he is not able to forgive himself for events from his past. A absolute loner who, nevertheless, is unrelenting when it comes to solving his cases.
I liked the first book in this series, but with Silence of the Grave, Arnaldur Indridason has moved to a new level. This intense, multi-layered story totally caught and held my attention from the first sentence to the last.
This is the 4th book in the series about Erlendur, a divorced police detective with plenty of problems of his own, however it is only the 2nd to be translated into English (after "Jar City"). Arnaldur does a wonderful job conveying the beauty of the Icelandic spring, coming after the harsh Icelandic winter. He provides a delightful glimpse into a culture for which the USA and UK aren't unfamiliar, but are definitely foreign. I especally enjoyed Erlendur's subtle reactions to Jim, at the British embassy, and Ed, a former US serviceman who married an Icelandic woman and stayed after the war, when they both insisted on being called by their diminuitive nicknames.
As police procedurals go, this is not the very best or most detailed and involved. However, I think it is well-written and has the distinct advantage of being placed in a foreign and exotic (to us) location. A fair amount of attention is given to Erlendur and his personal situation as he tries to work out his own reactions to his past and his family. But not so much introspection that I began squirming in my chair, anxious to get back to the real story. On the contrary, I enjoyed these interludes which provide a chance to learn who the man Erlendur really is. I am looking forward to the next in the series, and will also be hoping for his earlier works to be translated.
A skeleton is found buried on a hillside outside Rejkjavik. As they try
And we spend a lot of time with Erlendurs own family-problems, his daughter Eva and her drug-abuse - and Erlendur slowly opens up and admit past failures to a daughter who is in a coma. There will be several voices from the grave. I was almost more caught up in the story of Erlendur and Eva - and now I want to read on to see what happens next with them.
Reykjavik, like large cities all over the world, seems to be always expanding, and what was remote countryside just a few decades earlier now offers suburban housing and shopping for city workers that can afford to move outside the city. When one construction project exposes a skeleton that seems to have been buried for at least 50 years, Inspector Erlendur Sveinnson and his crew are brought in to sort things out. Erlendur, unlike some assigned to the case, is determined to identify the murder victim despite the fact that the murderer, and anyone that might remember the victim, are themselves probably dead.
As a team of archaeologists methodically works to unearth the skeletal remains of the victim, Erlendur directs an investigation that progresses almost as slowly as the diggers. In the tradition of the best police procedurals, it is one logical step at a time, sometimes even taking two steps forward before taking one step back. But the luxury of time and patience eventually will pay off for both teams.
Sensitive readers should be warned that Indridason does not let his readers blink or turn their heads when it comes to detailing the horrible physical and mental abuse one man dishes out to his wife and children. He tells it like it happens in the real world – often in enough detail to make one flinch while merely reading of the brutality. These sections, however, are not there for shock value; they are at the heart of the mystery.
Almost as painful to read, is Erlendur’s backstory. The man might be a good cop, but he is a flop as a father, having walked away from his marriage not long after the birth of his second child. Now, he has to deal with his drug addict daughter, Eva Lind, who is in a coma after having lost the baby she insisted on delivering despite her inability to clean herself up. Some of the book’s best moments come when Erlendur, having been advised to talk to his daughter despite her coma, but not knowing what to say, begins to tell her about his cold case – and about a heartrending incident from his own childhood that still haunts him.
"Silence of the Grave" is my second Erlendur novel, but it will most certainly not be my last. I particularly enjoy mysteries that keep me speculating all the way to the end but still come to a logical conclusion. I do not like trick endings or rabbits otherwise pulled from hats. Solid police procedurals with the added depth of a revealing backstory are what I enjoy most in a mystery; this one did not disappoint.
Rated at: 4.5
The plot revolves around a skeleton discovered on a building site. Trying to track down its identity leads
I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but Arnuldur Indridasson manages to be even more Scandinavian than that super-Scandinavian Henning Mankell and his gloomy Swedes. What is it about these former Vikings? Are they born utterly bereft of a sense of humor? Although this book is a compelling murder/historical mystery, it’s got perhaps one too many scenes with a Bergmanesque depressive in a dark coat standing alone on a windswept moor next to a single dying flower staring off into the middle distance and seeing only the dour dinginess of his own sordid memories, if you know what I mean.
Recommended, but not if you’re already feeling blue.
As the story opens, a baby is discovered playing with a piece of a human rib bone. The baby's mother makes her other child take her to where he found the bone, and an entire skeleton is discovered. The police are called in, and they have no choice but to wait until the archaeologists slowly and carefully work through the excavation to be able to even determine the sex of the bones. All that's known is that the skeleton is probably quite old, rather than recent, anywhere from 50 to 70 years old. While they wait for the archaeologists, Erelendur and his team begin trying to figure out just who may have lived around the area in the past, and to see if anyone may have gone missing around the time whoever it is laying in the ground was put in there. As the police begin their investigations, they become aware that a young woman went missing, presumed a suicide, and that the man to whom she was engaged was the owner of the property years ago, when the area was shared with a military base during WWII. Interwoven with this story is another
about a family of former residents of the area, a woman and her children who find themselves victims of the husband/father, a wife beater who not only uses physical violence, but "kills the soul" as he metes out his abuse. Between the two storylines, you'll find yourself literally unable to put the book down. That, along with Erlendur's personal problems and the ghosts of his past coming back to haunt him, make for one incredible read.
If you've read Jar City, you've got to read this one. The author's characterization is realistic, the story is moving and the writing is excellent. Highly recommended to those who enjoy good mysteries in general, or to those who are looking for at good Scandinavian mystery writer.
Most excellent.
I've become a bit obsessed with Iceland lately, and I loved getting to know the country through this book, as well as Jar City (another Erlendur novel by Arnaldur Indridason). I recognize Iceland, in general, is not as bleak as the Erlendur mysteries, but there is something mysterious about this remote island nation. The transformative effect of the UK and US occupations of Iceland during the war played a major role in this story, and their stimulatory effects on Reykjavik (and perhaps depressive effects on the countryside) were evident in the story's plot. It was fascinating to be immersed in both the modern Icelandic present, as well as 60 years in the past, when Iceland was still isolated and insulated from much of the world, all while wondering just who is buried in the plot of land at the edge of Reykjavik and how they ended up there.
I have to move on to other things, but if I'm not careful I'll find myself plowing through the entire Inspector Erlendur series, especially if they're as good as Silence of the Grave. Well, I suppose I'd be limited to those translated into English. Then again, I could try to learn some Icelandic...
The reader reads two stories
Erlendur's own family life adds another layer of grey and drear to this suspenseful mystery. His daughter, pregnant and strung out on drugs, spends most of the time unconscious while Erlendur examines his role -- or his lack of a role -- in his children's lives.
Arnaldur Indridason has become a new favorite writer of mine. I read this book first, then read the first book in the series, Jar City, and am now reading his newest, Voices. Bernard Scudder, the translator, has done a great job (though I don't know Icelandic, so I can't compare. I just know these books read very well). I recommend this series for anyone who loves mysteries where deep and troubling social issues are also explored.
To me, this book was a little bit slow but got extremely interesting in the last 100 pages or so. When I got to the final chapters I could not put it down. I defiantly recommend this book to anyone who likes mysteries and foreign books.
Off on another tangent Erlendur's pregnant and drug addicted daughter Eva Lind from his broken marraige has collapsed and had been rushed to the hospital and is now in a coma. Erlendur himself had discovered her body laying outside near the hospital. His marraige had ended in much acrimony. His former wife has passed her anger on to her children and Erlendur while not on the investigation is spending many sleepless nights in her hospital room explaining the past to his unconscious daughter.
As the investigation moves on at times Erlender is distracted by his daughter's condition. His team continue laboriously to close in on the truth which also is played out slowly to the reader in flashbacks to WWII era Iceland--a secluded house, a man who violently abuses his wife physically and psychologically. His step daughter and the couple's two sons as well living in terror of their father. The British army has constructed a military base nearby and the father finds work there after the American army takes over. He involves himself in criminal activity and becomes the focus of an investigation himself and for a short time is sent to prison. As the book moves towards its conclusion the step daughter comes forward to tell Erlendur her story.
The novel is very carefully plotted, One might call it a thriller in a sense but it is not really very frightening--more sad than anything. It is intelligent, well written. Indridason has excellent control of his pace. It's a page turner but not something I found myself rushing through. It's a book you might find yourself thinking about off and on even a couple weeks later. Thought provoking in the sense of what damaged and violent prone people can do. Anyway I liked it and would recommend it.
Sylvia
The story moves effortlessly back and forth from the present day to World War II era Iceland. Even with the extra clues you get that Erlendur doesn’t, you’re never quite sure (until you’re told) who the body next to the red currant bushes is. And along the way, you learn a little more about Erlendur and what makes him tick. I find him and his very dysfunctional family rather compelling, and I’m looking forward to Voices, the third book in the series.
Also, the detective is trying to help his estranged daughter, who is a drug addict.
I enjoyed the book. The various threads are all engaging and held my interest.