Silence of the Grave, by Arnaldur Indriðason, translated from the Icelandic by Bernard Scudder
"He knew at once it was a human bone"
Scandinavian noir! My favorite guilty pleasure genre and always a good palette cleanser after a difficult read.
This is the second book I’ve read by the Icelandic writer Arnaldur Indriðason and it’s the far superior one. It definitely didn’t break any new ground for the genre — the plot is the usual fare: a grumpy but respected detective with a sketchy personal life leads the investigation after a dead body is found buried in a construction site — but it still is a great page turner and takes a few interesting and unexpected paths as the solution is slowly revealed. I really enjoyed it, and devoured it in less than two days. If you are looking for a detective thriller set in Iceland, then this is the book for you.
The next time I am in the mood for some Scandinavian noir — which is not an uncommon mood of mine — I will read more of Indriðason. And, well, what else is there to really say? Onward!
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