"Per fortuna esiste la menzogna.
Che nostro Signore ci aiuti,
se tutto quello che viene detto fosse vero"
In un paese della Norvegia accadono scherzi molto strani, scherzi che cominciano a seminare la paura tra la gente del luogo. La gente comincia ad urlare " AL lupo, al lupo" "Al lupo, al lupo", a nominare troppo "Al lupo, al lupo" più nessuno ci crede, più nessuno ha paura alla fine ma lui arriva lo stesso.
E questa è la premessa di un libro che da quando l'ho visto non vedo l'ora di leggerlo quindi mollo tutto e inizio subito....Continua
Lucy thought she had everything a woman could want [and who could disagree]: youth, beauty, health, a loving husband, and a baby girl they both doted upon. Until the warm summer day when evil is suddenly visited upon her perfect life in the form of an unknown monster, for when Lily approaches the pram under the maple tree outside their house where the baby had lain sleeping, she discovers that the baby is covered in blood. In their terror and panic, they rush to the hospital, where they are soon told that the baby is unharmed, that the blood was not hers, and that the police have been called. The Inspectors assigned to the case are Konrad Sejer and Jacob Skarre. Later that same night, a postcard is delivered to Sejer’s door reading “Hell begins now.”
Happy people content with their lives, suddenly made anxious, unable any longer to feel secure, as “a soundless form of terror” and utter vulnerability spreads through the community. This is the story line of this newest in the Inspector Sejer Mysteries. And a gripping, albeit somewhat depressing, tale it is, with a perpetrator who fancies himself as invincible, with unimaginable cruelty and an almost equally twisted quirk: He needs to see for himself the effects of his pranks: “Everyone lives on an edge, he thought, and I will push them over.”
The writing is wonderful, as one has come to expect of this author. She describes Sejer’s dog as follows: “a Chinese Shar Pei called Frank, lay at his feet, and was, like most Chinese, dignified, unapproachable and patient. Frank had tiny, closed ears – and thus bad hearing – and a mass of grey, wrinkled skin that made him look like a chamois cloth,” and someone’s “cat [which] slept in a corner, fat and striped like a mackerel.” The humans are just as well-drawn. Widowed at a young age, Sejer is now feeling the frailty of impending old age, and along with him the reader feels a palpable sense of inescapable mortality, as well as “what was raw and brutal in the heart of every living creature.” A disturbing but ultimately thoroughly enjoyable novel, very fast reading, and highly recommended....Continua