”Life is a meatball.”
An IKEA meatball?
The setting: A family reunion. A joint 40th and 65th (“105th”) Birthday celebration. The home of Karl-Erik & Rosemarie Hermansson.
The attendees:The adult children of Karl-Erik & Rosemarie: Ebba, Robert and Kristina. Along with son in laws Leif and Jakob, and grandsons Henrik and Kristoffer.
The location: Kymlinge. A small town in Sweden.
The season: Winter. The night of December 19.
The problem: The family scandal...
The atmosphere: Tense.
Karl-Erik Hermansson and his wife Rosemarie are recently retired school teachers. But instead of relaxing and putting their feet up, they're about to pack up their home to move to Spain. To the sunnier climes of Costa Del Retiree. But not for the reasons you’d imagine. It’s because they can longer hold their heads up high or look people in the eye in their small town. According to Karl-Erik anyway. Who his wife funnily and accurately calls the "Pedagogical Pine" in her mind. The reason for their hasty departure is The Scandal. Their son Robert has recently appeared on a reality TV show (and we all know how classy they are). Unfortunately for him, he has earnt himself the moniker of "Wanker Rob", after being filmed pleasuring himself on a beach after a drunken rebuttal from one of the female contestants. Yes, it made the front page of the local paper with the aforementioned title.
Karl-Erik is demanding, boorish and unyielding in his opinions, of everyone and everything. Rosemarie has allowed herself to be dominated for their entire marriage, and the move to sunny Spain is yet another decision where her feelings haven’t been considered. Especially as the move is based purely around the aforementioned scandal.
It's around this hotpot of discomfort that the family gather together for the 105th joint Birthday celebration of Karl-Erik and the apple of his eye, daughter Ebba. They are two peas in the same pod. Too much food is eaten. A bottle of whiskey is consumed. The elephant in the room - the scandal - is politely ignored. Until it can't be any longer.
The town they live in is so small, a cynical observation was made of by one of the son-in-laws:
”God must have had a real hangover when he created this lot.”
The family in this story is dysfunctional with a capital “D”. Actually, let’s make that all in upper case. DYSFUNCTIONAL. It seems that even from early days this was a mismatched set of personalities, clumped together to form a family unit. There's not a lot of love lost between them. The family dynamics are messy.
”There was…an infinite number of paralysing relationships and circumstances to be taken into account. If one chose to.”
The time: The wee small hours. Well after midnight.
The morning of the “big celebration”, it’s discovered that Robert's bed has not been slept in. Are there sighs of relief? No-one is particularly surprised, and some are perhaps somewhat relieved. The joint Birthdays can be celebrated in relative peace. It was awkward having to pretend to ignore that Robert had achieved notoriety for all the wrong reasons. Has he gone to find solace in the arms of an old school friend? Or has he saved face and simply returned home?
December 20: The night of the big celebration. An evening of forced jollity.
It turns out that Henrik (Ebba & Leif’s son) has also left in the middle of the night. Just like his Uncle “Wanker” Robert. After the contrived ebullience of his mother and Grandfather’s Birthday dinner. Where more food is eaten and alcohol consumed. Did Henrik have a tryst arranged with someone too? His hat, gloves and mobile phone are missing, so it appears this meeting was planned. His bed was also left unmade, which makes it seem he meant to return in the early hours.
”Good God, what ludicrous creatures we humans are...”
”And there really is no more to life than this. Bonjour tristesse.”
Within the space of two evenings, in the middle of a cold, dark Swedish Winter, this family’s world is turned upside down. Or should I say “families”, as there are implications for the siblings and in-laws.
”Who could have imagined a year ago that this was how the Hermannson family would look?”
From the opening chapters I kept being reminded of the play Festen by David Eldridge. This book also has the same uncomfortable atmosphere. Of a family that is meant to be happily celebrating an important event, but instead are tearing each other apart. They simply cannot get on with each other. I have to say that most of the characters in this story are appalling. There are secrets and dark thoughts. And darker deeds...
There’s one chapter in particular (those of you who’ve read it will know what I’m talking about – Chapter 9) had me reaching for my smelling salts. Let’s stick an adult rating on this seriously dysfunctional family. Dark themes indeed.
”Life was a wretched joke.”
Enter the Detective: Inspector Gunnar Barbarotti.
He finally makes an appearance in Chapter 16. Which is an unusual device. I don’t recall having read a crime novel where it’s taken so long for the police to show up. Or for a crime to have been committed. But oddly, it works. The chapters flew by, as Nesser sets up the complicated family dynamics. And there certainly is a lot going on with the Hermansson’s.
Inspector Barbarotti is a wonderfully quirky character. A divorcee in his mid 40s, he's into some philosophical pondering. He has an unusual system of awarding God points, according to whether or not prayers are answered. He’s quite reasonable about it. His conversations with the good Lord are often amusing. I like his approach to life, and his approach to policing.
”Gunnar Barbarotti had never been in any doubt about the existence of the Devil. It was only the potential presence of God that was the problem.”
The working relationship between Barbarotti and his colleague Eva Backman is real and amusing. The sparring between them. The banter. Their relationship is probably closer and more honest than most have with their spouses.
Håkan Nesser has done it again by creating the character of Inspector Barbarotti. It’s been a while between drinks. Several years since I read most of his books, as I’m a huge fan of his Inspector Van Vetereen series. I wasn’t sure how I’d take to a “new” Inspector, but I was pleasantly surprised (and relieved) to like him as much as I did. I quickly settled in with this story, and remembered why I enjoy his writing so much. He has an uncanny knack for really picking up on human behaviour and turning something as horrific as the crimes which police have to deal with, with dark humour. I’d describe his writing style as viewing the world through a laconic eye. Been there, done that, threw away the t-shirt. Nothing surprises or shocks Nesser’s Inspectors.
What I also enjoy about his writing, is that he doesn’t focus on the crime per se. Yes, it’s central to the story. It has to be, it’s a crime novel. But this story is very much character driven. He digs deep and truly gets into the psyche of both those committing the crime, and their victims. The focus is more on the psychology of the individuals involved, rather than the mechanics of the crime. It's about what makes people tick, and act as they do.
Nesser shows that solving crimes and the life of a detective isn’t necessarily fast paced, nor always particularly interesting. Sometimes clues fall in your lap. But mostly it’s pure hard slog and drudgery. A bit of luck. There’s no neatly tied up “magnificence”. I feel in this respect, this novel is more realistic than so many of the same genre out there. Nothing glam about being a copper. Unless you’re DS Bruce “Robbo” Robertson from Irvine Welsh’s Filth. But that’s a book belonging to a genre all its own, and a separate discussion.
I’ve often wondered when reading a book which has been translated into English if any of the nuances have been lost. As what makes sense in the mother tongue doesn’t necessarily mean the same in English. In this case, I have to say the story flows really well, and I believe it’s an on point translation. A case in point is the humour – dark as it is – is not lost, which is often the case. These types of things tend fall flat when translated, but I was thoroughly amused more than once.
This is the first book in a series of five. I’m definitely keen to continue, to see where Inspector Barbarotti ends up next.
*** Shout out to my fellow buddy readers who joined me in Sweden for this. Amigo Bill, thank you (again) for creating and running the discussion board. You’re too good! Book fiend Marko, the talented Mr. Neale-ski, and insightful Nataliya, thank you all for the chats and amusing bon mots. Particularly as I lagged so far behind in my reading. Please make sure you check out their reviews also, for their unique take on this story. See you all for our next installment of Scandi Noir.***
”Action and consequence...Cause and effect.”