You know when you reach that point with an author, where you have reviewed so many of their books and feel that you have run out of superlatives to describe them.
Yes. That.
I have been a fan of Gunnar Staalesen and particularly those translated by the excellent Don Bartlett, for many years now. There’s always a feeling that you know what you’re going to get, being so familiar with his world weary private investigator, Varg Veum, but then there is the delight of those little tricks and twists that Staalesen delights in catching us off-guard with, and Mirror Image is no exception.
We have now reached 1993, and Veum is still running his highly unprofitable private investigation business, but seems to have entered a more settled, dare I say happier, period of his life. taking on the case of a missing couple (which cleverly interlinks a storyline from the 1950s), and that of a shipping company ferrying dubious cargo between Norway and Africa. Staalesen roots us firmly in the early 90s with subtle references to everyday life and so on, so we feel grounded and wistful for, or in some cases, scathing of life thirty years ago.
These books always work really effectively when Staalesen gives his character a little too much on his plate, that tests his investigative nous to the extreme. I also very much like the way that Staalesen quite often incorporates a narrative featuring some kind of messed up family( a la Raymond Chandler), with many a dark secret for him to winkle out, but balancing it neatly with a plotline that homes in on a wider social issue and corruptive acts. This is essentially why this book in particular works so well, as the linkage these distinct narratives, and the incorporation of past events forms a neat and satisfying whole. The nefarious actions of a Norwegian shipping company brings to light two hugely important issues (no spoilers here) which are handled with the aplomb, often imitated a slew of Scandinavian authors, riding Staalesen’s coat-tails. The storyline focusing on the Breheim family (alluding to the title of the book) is twisted and full of sibling jealousy, thwarted love, and with some clever reveals, that serve to alter the reader’s perception of what is actually going on at the heart of this family. It’s all very neatly done in true Staalesen style, leading to a surprising and highly satisfying conclusion.
And then there is the character of Varg Veum himself, with is a constant source of delight with his quick rejoinders, his pitch perfect, if cynical reading of others and the world they inhabit, and beautifully timed moments of sarcasm and wit- not always appreciated by others, I think it is fair to say. As much as he smart mouths those he suspects of hiding information from him, or those that just simply irritate him, there lies beneath this a wonderful self-deprecating humour too, mostly centred on his perception of himself as a grizzled old man, that is also a source of delight in the quite often grim tales Staalesen weaves. Also it would be impossible to ignore that Veum harbours, as much as he would probably deny it, a dogged determination to get to the truth, usually at some personal cost to himself…
Mirror Image once again demonstrates Staalesen’s gift for characterisation, plot and pace, and shored up by another superb and fluid translation by Don Bartlett, this is another book that I am delighted to have read and enjoyed. I have a feeling that in the years to come, I will return to this series as many times as I have returned to Raymond Chandler, and there surely can be no greater recommendation than that.
Gunnar Staalesen is simply one of the best.