Building work in an expanding Reykjavk uncovers a shallow grave Years before, this part of the city was all open hills, and Erlendur and his team hope this is a typical Icelandic missing person scenario perhaps someone once lost in the snow, who has lain peacefully buried for decades Things are never that simple Whilst Erlendur struggles to hold together the crumbling fragments of his own family, his case unearths many other tales of family pain The hills have than one tragic story to tell tales of failed relationships and heartbreak of anger, domestic violence and fear of family loyalty and family shame Few people are still alive who can tell the story, but even secrets taken to the grave cannot remain hidden foreverWinner of the CWA Gold Dagger....
|Title||:||Silence Of The Grave (Reykjavik Murder Mysteries)|
|Publisher||:||Vintage Digital 26 Dezember 2008|
|Number of Pages||:||409 Pages|
|File Size||:||967 KB|
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Silence Of The Grave (Reykjavik Murder Mysteries) Reviews
This is a very dark book describing domestic violence and the psychological mechanism involved for all the actors. It is truly frightening to think through what beaten wives and abused children go through. And the worse is that some of the abused later when they grow up becomes abusers too.Disguised in a detective story, this is a powerful denunciation of the abuses of violent men and of the mechanisms through which that violence is reproduced.As a feminist, I had the occasion to hear in persons the testimonies of several women who were abused and this book is very honest about it. That novel let you dive in a sad reality that is thrustfully described.Not something to read if your mind is erring amid dark thoughts.
Indridason tells a story as bleak as Iceland in winter. Again his investigation leads us way back in time and describes the story of family life dominated by domestic violence and verbal abuse. The details are so dense and unbearable that the actual dead comes as a relieve. The reader is left with a moral dilemma: who is the victim and who the offender?
Das Buch wurde pünktlich und in sehr gutem Zustand gelesen.Der Inhalt ist spannend geschrieben. Ist zwar nicht ganz mein Stil, aber interessant.
Multi-layered police procedural situated in the year 2000 and full of flashbacks to the years preceding WW II and the wartime occupation of Iceland by Britain and the US, when Reykjavik became a magnet to the rural poor. It all starts with a human rib bone found at a building site on the capital’s outskirts. Who is it from? A team of archaeologists carefully investigates the site and its outcome becomes clear towards the end of the book. Meanwhile, inspector Erlendur and two colleagues follow up tiny clues from records and other sources to assess what was once built on or near the bone site. Erlendur is simultaneously gripped by stabs of remorse at his daughter Eva Lund’s hospital intensive care bedside. The flashbacks concern a terrible case of domestic violence that went on for many years.AI’s oeuvre covers many aspects of Iceland’s recent history and culture, starting with his strict adherence to Icelandic transliteration of names. He makes Erlendur occasionally scold colleagues for using English/US expressions, read only Icelandic history and old tales of missing persons and here, bemoan culinary imperialism: just one restaurant still cooks traditional Icelandic cuisine (brr). AI’s patriotism peaked with a novel that has not been translated in English, called “The King’s Book”, an Indiana Jones-type quest for Icelandic evidence to underpin Nazi efforts to create an un-Christian Germanic religion. It failed in the book, as in reality.This dark thriller is quite intense reading stuff and occasionally, spiritually rich and challenging.
Like others in the Erlendur series, this is a character-driven mystery with deep psychological undertones and more than one narrative stream. The novel begins with a baby chewing on a human bone and shortly thereafter a skeleton is found underneath a house. The big questions are who does this skeleton belong to and why is it buried in a construction site. As the novel progresses, these questions are explored and slowly answered.One of the protagonists in this book is a battered woman who is repeatedly and violently abused by her husband. Domestic violence is graphically portrayed and very accurately rendered. As a clinical social worker who has dealt with domestic violence many times in my career, I applaud Arnaldur Indridason for his in-depth portrayal of the victim, perpetrator, and children. The cycle of abuse is addressed along with the fear, trauma, and impact on the family.As in other books in this series, Erlendur continues to deal with his own guilt and shame resulting from his brother's death when they were both children. Erlendur and his brother were both caught in a freak snowstorm in rural Iceland and became separated. His brother's body was never found and Erlendur blames himself for his brother's death.Erlendur also feels guilty about how his two adult children turned out. After he divorced his ex-wife when his children were toddlers, he was denied custody and did nothing to try and see his children. Now they are adults and have sought him out. His daughter is a pregnant drug addict and his son has almost nothing to do with him.The novel meshes two stories, both about family secrets and the shame, secrecy and silence that these secrets mandate. The author does a wonderful job exploring the psychological under-currents of the crime and the different ways that families deal with shame and denial. If you like Scandinavian noir, this is a great series.
Utterly captivating. Thrilling, in that two stories, which appear to be separate, come gradually together. At the book raises tantalizing questions, then, in the end, provides answers that are truly earned and satisfying. Indridason’s prose is unadorned and forthright; a perfect structure upon which to hold up, display and make clear this remarkably engrossing story. The characters are vivid, human, complex and, particularly for such a grim story, delightful. The story is filled with surprises that reveal themselves with the same care and respect utilized by the lead archeologist who unearths the stumbled-upon skeleton. While certain details are hard to believe today, this is a period story. Well, half of it is. The hardship with which many people had to live in Iceland in the years covering WWII is devestating. Yet the author leaves us with a feeling of hope. Of justice done and future happiness. A dazzling accomplishment. The author’s empathy raises this tale of woe into something quite cathartic and satisfying. I thank him for that. Reading this book was a true pleasure. Difficult for those characters, for which you care a great deal, who had to suffer in ways that seem truly barbaric now, but we are left with lightness, with deft conclusions and hope for the future. A truly honest, devastating, fascinating and, yes, entertaining experience.
I have to say, this guy is a writer on par with Raymond Chandler, that other master of the Noir genre. The translator was no slouch, either. I wasn't left with the feeling that something was missing, although I think a glossary of Icelandic terms used in the book would have helped. However, I was able to infer what was meant by many of the terms by the context, or it became clear with further reading of the book.The story spans a 70-year period in Iceland, from World War II to the turn of this century. The novel starts with a scene of a children's birthday party, where a baby is chewing on what looks like a white stone. An observant medical student takes notice, and upon inspection, he realizes it's actually a human rib bone. A search for the grave ensues by the birthday guests and the birthday boy's mother. The police are called, and that's how Erlendur gets involved in the case.The story involves graphic scenes of domestic violence. While there aren't graphic depictions of physical violence against children, the verbal abuse is pretty awful. Erlendur's daughter is a drug user, so that life is depicted as well.The writing was so good, that I was swept up in the story, even though on an emotional level, it wasn't easy reading. The plot jumps back and forth between the turn of the millennium and the American occupation of Iceland during World War II. This period of history especially interested me, because my mother spent part of World War II in Iceland, when she was prevented from returning to her native Norway by the Nazi occupation of that country. It was a fascinating period of time in Iceland's history, because they were in danger of being invaded by the Nazis and the allied troops were there to protect them. Along with the influx of soldiers, came a housing shortage, which resulted in some strange living arrangements for people, such as the family in the book.More than that, I don't want to say, because I don't want to spoil the plot for anyone. But lovers of Scandinavian crime fiction, or "Ice Noir" as I like to call it (still hoping that term will catch on!) will enjoy this book, as will anyone who enjoys a good mystery that is well-written.