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Lang
Christian Lang, a famous novelist and television show host, wants to keep secret his affair with the enchanting Sarita, but she has her own reasons for keeping quiet too. Lang finds himself caught up in a sinister love-triangle with Sarita and her psychotic ex-husband. He knows that his life is in danger, but so great is Lang's passion for Sarita that he is unable to stay away. As he is drawn further into a web of lust, lies, and violence, his judgment becomes increasingly wayward. Lang—from one of Scandinavia's most acclaimed new noir writers—is a compelling story of obsession both physical and emotional; a tale about the power of passion to override every emotion, even fear.
188 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2002
About the author
Kjell Westö
34 books266 followersKjell Westö is a Finnish author and journalist. Westö writes in Swedish.
In 2006, Westö won the prestigious Finlandia Prize for his novel Där vi en gång gått . He has been long-listed for the 2007 International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award.
In 2006, Westö won the prestigious Finlandia Prize for his novel Där vi en gång gått . He has been long-listed for the 2007 International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award.
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July 28, 2010
so. lang. yeah, jessica, i just don't know. you might totally dig this, i didn't. this book is like when people try to tell me that gwyneth paltrow or cameron diaz are hot, and i'm like, yeah, they seem healthy and all their features are in the right places, but i just don't feel a "hot" vibe coming from them; it's just not for me. this book is the same, it is chilly and aloof, as remote as the finland it chronicles. oh, god, gay! but seriously... it is.
maybe this book is really good, to people who like this kind of thing.
i think it is a little flat. the thing is, you can't do everything he is trying to do in a novel of this size, especially if the prose is this spare. you can't have a noir-ish love triangle that leads to murrrderrr, a commentary on the decline of media integrity, side-characters in the form of a crazy sister, an uncle with a boat (seriously - why was he even in there??), a briefly drug addicted son, a couple of ex-wives (only one of which gets any screentime).... yes, i get the fact that the son is meant to be a casualty of "the times" and "piss poor parenting" etc , but jeebus the book isn't even 200 pages. it would have been perfectly fine with only a taut obsessive-love story and call it a night already.
and then.
then it gets all postmooooodern with the inclusion of the "story within a story" conceit and the narrator at a remove from the action who once dated the crazy sister (to what end - no one knows)and who can we trust anyway and blah di blah
no.
and it is just clumsy. like this:
"she slurped and smacked her way through them (crayfish), drinking heroically of the chardonnay, and lang noted that she was one of those who not only ate the tail, but sucked on the head and the abdomen"
yup, food/sex/life voracity for it all, got it
"there was always a strong wind and beyond the shoreline boulders - that were smooth and softly rounded as reclining women's breasts which have not yet been pumped up with silicone"
gack.
and sarita is given such cute and quirky lines to show she is deep and inscrutable, "sometimes i get so sick of opinions that i want to be transformed into a sea anemone or something"
thanks, bjork...
but then there is the occasional line like this, that makes me clench my fists with wanting the rest of the book to fall in line:
"he wondered if anni sometimes felt the way he did, that the thoroughly bilingual person loses her innermost self, that she no longer has a language for her deepest love and her deepest emotions, and that she therefore experiences all words spoken during the act of love as false and wrong, as if she wished there were a language that fitted somewhere in between"
again, all this is being written by an author-character who explicitly says this is an unauthorized account, so why, then, do we care? why isn't it less uneven? for a book this short, there is a lot of extraneous junk cluttering the damn thing up, and it's not like the character is a sympathetic one so when anything bad happens, the reader just thinks, "well,maybe you shouldn't be talking to your woman like that. fair is fair".
maybe i just don't understand the nordic lands. everything i have read from sweden, norway etc - it just sucks to be a lady. even the tough ones who suck the abdomen out of their crayfish still take a lot more shit than i would. from passive aggressive bullshit to straight up violence - come on ladies! women, thou art loosed and all that.
um, is this helpful?? it's not terrible, it's just it is so small, the flaws stand out more clearly. maybe you will think it is awesome.
maybe this book is really good, to people who like this kind of thing.
i think it is a little flat. the thing is, you can't do everything he is trying to do in a novel of this size, especially if the prose is this spare. you can't have a noir-ish love triangle that leads to murrrderrr, a commentary on the decline of media integrity, side-characters in the form of a crazy sister, an uncle with a boat (seriously - why was he even in there??), a briefly drug addicted son, a couple of ex-wives (only one of which gets any screentime).... yes, i get the fact that the son is meant to be a casualty of "the times" and "piss poor parenting" etc , but jeebus the book isn't even 200 pages. it would have been perfectly fine with only a taut obsessive-love story and call it a night already.
and then.
then it gets all postmooooodern with the inclusion of the "story within a story" conceit and the narrator at a remove from the action who once dated the crazy sister (to what end - no one knows)and who can we trust anyway and blah di blah
no.
and it is just clumsy. like this:
"she slurped and smacked her way through them (crayfish), drinking heroically of the chardonnay, and lang noted that she was one of those who not only ate the tail, but sucked on the head and the abdomen"
yup, food/sex/life voracity for it all, got it
"there was always a strong wind and beyond the shoreline boulders - that were smooth and softly rounded as reclining women's breasts which have not yet been pumped up with silicone"
gack.
and sarita is given such cute and quirky lines to show she is deep and inscrutable, "sometimes i get so sick of opinions that i want to be transformed into a sea anemone or something"
thanks, bjork...
but then there is the occasional line like this, that makes me clench my fists with wanting the rest of the book to fall in line:
"he wondered if anni sometimes felt the way he did, that the thoroughly bilingual person loses her innermost self, that she no longer has a language for her deepest love and her deepest emotions, and that she therefore experiences all words spoken during the act of love as false and wrong, as if she wished there were a language that fitted somewhere in between"
again, all this is being written by an author-character who explicitly says this is an unauthorized account, so why, then, do we care? why isn't it less uneven? for a book this short, there is a lot of extraneous junk cluttering the damn thing up, and it's not like the character is a sympathetic one so when anything bad happens, the reader just thinks, "well,maybe you shouldn't be talking to your woman like that. fair is fair".
maybe i just don't understand the nordic lands. everything i have read from sweden, norway etc - it just sucks to be a lady. even the tough ones who suck the abdomen out of their crayfish still take a lot more shit than i would. from passive aggressive bullshit to straight up violence - come on ladies! women, thou art loosed and all that.
um, is this helpful?? it's not terrible, it's just it is so small, the flaws stand out more clearly. maybe you will think it is awesome.
September 13, 2026
Förväntade mig mer av Westö!
May 8, 2025
Mispärast see küll LR kuldsarjas välja anti…
April 14, 2026
Teki mieli lukee lisää Westöä ja tää oli lyhyt ja kirjahyllys tyrkyllä! Oon lukenu tän joskus 13-vuotiaana, mut muistan siit lukukerrast vaan jonku seksikohtauksen, joka hämmens mua. En ees muista et luinko tätä sillon loppuun 😅
Ei ihme et seksikohtaus oli jääny mun mieleen ku täs ”nussittiin” aika paljon XD eikä sitä kuvattu eroottisesti vaan ronskisti ja banaalisti ja keski-ikäsen miehen näkökulmasta. Ekalla lukukerralla en tainnu oikeen olla kohdeyleisöä. Nussimisen lisäks täs oli kolmiodraama ja vähän rikosmysteeriä, juoni ja tarina oli ihan jees, nopeempi tempo ja ei niin rönsyilevä ku muut Westön kirjat, mitä oon lukeu.
Mutta myös tässä kirjassa tykkäsin siitä miten tarkasti Westö kuvailee Helsinkiä ja historiaa: katujen nimet, oikeesti olemassa olevat/olleet ravintolat ja tunnetut henkilöt oikeesta elämästä tekee sellasen fiiliksen et tää tarina olis voinu ihan oikeesti tapahtuu!
Ei ihme et seksikohtaus oli jääny mun mieleen ku täs ”nussittiin” aika paljon XD eikä sitä kuvattu eroottisesti vaan ronskisti ja banaalisti ja keski-ikäsen miehen näkökulmasta. Ekalla lukukerralla en tainnu oikeen olla kohdeyleisöä. Nussimisen lisäks täs oli kolmiodraama ja vähän rikosmysteeriä, juoni ja tarina oli ihan jees, nopeempi tempo ja ei niin rönsyilevä ku muut Westön kirjat, mitä oon lukeu.
Mutta myös tässä kirjassa tykkäsin siitä miten tarkasti Westö kuvailee Helsinkiä ja historiaa: katujen nimet, oikeesti olemassa olevat/olleet ravintolat ja tunnetut henkilöt oikeesta elämästä tekee sellasen fiiliksen et tää tarina olis voinu ihan oikeesti tapahtuu!
February 6, 2025
Amazing! 10/10!
March 7, 2012
Kjell Westo is a Swedish speaking Finnish author, who has previously published poetry, short stories and three novels. LANG is his first suspense / crime novel.
The central character, Lang, is a twice divorced, well-known novelist and host of a TV discussion panel show in Finland. He's a very self-obsessed, slightly pretentious man who totally loses personal control when he meets Sarita - a very self-contained, distant woman. Lang and Sarita develop a complicated and tortuous personal relationship which is not helped by the presence of Sarita's ex-husband Marko. Lang feels physically and emotionally threatened by Marko but his passion for Sarita is so extreme he cannot tear himself away.
The novel is structured in an unusual manner, there is a narrator, Lang's best friend, who starts off telling the story after a murder has been committed, when Lang calls him late in the night. The story then steps back through the events that led up to Lang meeting Sarita, the difficulties of their relationship, their various split ups and reconciliations and Marko's involvement. The narration of events is interspersed with snippets of the narrator's involvement with Lang since childhood, and even before the crime is revealed in the book, Lang's behaviour in prison where he is obviously serving a sentence for killing somebody - but who is not clear. The victim is intentionally vague until the final clarification - it could be Sarita, it could be Marko, it could really be anybody.
This is another one of those classic Scandinavian style crime fiction books where nothing is easy, nothing is simply resolved, and there are more questions at the end than there are answers. Lang is an unpleasant character - not the sort of person that you could warm to, and even at the end, when it appears that he may just have done something grand and selfless for love, he is at the same time pulling away from the people who try to support him, back into his prickly, self-involved world. Sarita is both a victim and a perpetrator, she uses Lang just as much as he tries to control her. Even the narrator is relieved that his involvement is kept out of the courts and therefore out of the press. Another one of those books that you can't say outright that you loved or even necessarily enjoyed, but you read it, and you think about it for weeks and weeks afterwards.
The central character, Lang, is a twice divorced, well-known novelist and host of a TV discussion panel show in Finland. He's a very self-obsessed, slightly pretentious man who totally loses personal control when he meets Sarita - a very self-contained, distant woman. Lang and Sarita develop a complicated and tortuous personal relationship which is not helped by the presence of Sarita's ex-husband Marko. Lang feels physically and emotionally threatened by Marko but his passion for Sarita is so extreme he cannot tear himself away.
The novel is structured in an unusual manner, there is a narrator, Lang's best friend, who starts off telling the story after a murder has been committed, when Lang calls him late in the night. The story then steps back through the events that led up to Lang meeting Sarita, the difficulties of their relationship, their various split ups and reconciliations and Marko's involvement. The narration of events is interspersed with snippets of the narrator's involvement with Lang since childhood, and even before the crime is revealed in the book, Lang's behaviour in prison where he is obviously serving a sentence for killing somebody - but who is not clear. The victim is intentionally vague until the final clarification - it could be Sarita, it could be Marko, it could really be anybody.
This is another one of those classic Scandinavian style crime fiction books where nothing is easy, nothing is simply resolved, and there are more questions at the end than there are answers. Lang is an unpleasant character - not the sort of person that you could warm to, and even at the end, when it appears that he may just have done something grand and selfless for love, he is at the same time pulling away from the people who try to support him, back into his prickly, self-involved world. Sarita is both a victim and a perpetrator, she uses Lang just as much as he tries to control her. Even the narrator is relieved that his involvement is kept out of the courts and therefore out of the press. Another one of those books that you can't say outright that you loved or even necessarily enjoyed, but you read it, and you think about it for weeks and weeks afterwards.
October 6, 2012
Neither the main characters nor their relationships are convincingly drawn, they appear conceived and bloodless.
April 7, 2023
"Väljas olid tähed juba kahvatumas, tuul ulus madalalt kaarduvate kaljude kohal ja jahedad säbarlained murdsid laguuni musta veepinda. Lang jäi tekile tükiks ajaks. Tal oli pohmell ja ta tundis end halvasti, ning ta mõtles, et pole midagi naeruväärsemat kui keskealine edukas mees, kelles ikka veel elab teismeline, kusjuures selline teismeline, kes võtab oma elu kui üht suurt kannatuste rada ja näeb pimedust ka seal, kus päikesepaiste on tõestatav. "Alati on august," mõtles Lang, seistes seal varase hommiku üksinduses, "alati on suvi lõppemas ja ilm on selge, aga tormine, ja onu Harry jääb iga aastaga vaiksemaks, ja minust saab üha parem madrus, aga elu ei õpi ma iial tundma, ikka jõuavad tormid enne pärale, kui ma jõuan reageerida."
Kirjanik ja telesaate juht Christian Lang helistab ühel ööl oma sõbrale, kirjanik Konrad Wendellile, paludes tema abi. Wendell suudab Langi veenda, ent too talle täpsemalt jutustaks, mis on juhtunud ning nii koorub välja mehe parajalt hullumeelne ning ebakindel armastuslugu juhuslikult pizzabaaris kohatud Sarita vastu. Langi vastuseisust hoolimata kirjutab Konrad hiljem sõbra jutustatu põhjal raamatu.
Teades algusest peale, et midagi head sellest loost ei tule, on kõigel juhtuval juba ette paratamatuse maik juures, ometigi ei tundu kõik miskipärast nii üdini lootusetuna. Võib-olla seetõttu, et jutustaja rollis on Langi sõber Konrad, kes kirjeldab sündmusi peamiselt ikkagi Langi sõnade ja mõtetega. Nii on jutustus isiklik, ent samas tänu Konradi vahepõigetele ja seletustele ka veidi pehmendatud. Ja kuigi sündmused tüürivad vääramatult teatud suunas, ei mõista sõber Langi hukka vaid püüab teda mõista.
Minu jaoks on üks eraldi tegelane kindlasti Helsingi linn - hea on lugeda tuttavaid tänavanimesid ning katsuda leida ühenduskohti ja sarnaseid meeleolusid.
"Erottajamäel pööras ta ringi ja vaatas Mannerheiminteele. Põhjatuul oli külm ja vali, Stockmanni katusel laperdasid kolm lippu, juba oli läinud hämaraks, aga taevas oli veel hele ja piimjas. Langile oli see tunne tuttav: ta oli alati pidanud oma linna kõledal ja enesessesulgunud moel ilusaks, ja ta teadis, et just nii see oligi: üksildased laperdavad lipud ja lihast ja luust läbilõikav tuul ka südasuvel, kui ööd on kõige valgemad. Just sellisena mäletaks ta alati Helsingit, kui ta kunagi peaks sealt ära kolima."
Kirjanik ja telesaate juht Christian Lang helistab ühel ööl oma sõbrale, kirjanik Konrad Wendellile, paludes tema abi. Wendell suudab Langi veenda, ent too talle täpsemalt jutustaks, mis on juhtunud ning nii koorub välja mehe parajalt hullumeelne ning ebakindel armastuslugu juhuslikult pizzabaaris kohatud Sarita vastu. Langi vastuseisust hoolimata kirjutab Konrad hiljem sõbra jutustatu põhjal raamatu.
Teades algusest peale, et midagi head sellest loost ei tule, on kõigel juhtuval juba ette paratamatuse maik juures, ometigi ei tundu kõik miskipärast nii üdini lootusetuna. Võib-olla seetõttu, et jutustaja rollis on Langi sõber Konrad, kes kirjeldab sündmusi peamiselt ikkagi Langi sõnade ja mõtetega. Nii on jutustus isiklik, ent samas tänu Konradi vahepõigetele ja seletustele ka veidi pehmendatud. Ja kuigi sündmused tüürivad vääramatult teatud suunas, ei mõista sõber Langi hukka vaid püüab teda mõista.
Minu jaoks on üks eraldi tegelane kindlasti Helsingi linn - hea on lugeda tuttavaid tänavanimesid ning katsuda leida ühenduskohti ja sarnaseid meeleolusid.
"Erottajamäel pööras ta ringi ja vaatas Mannerheiminteele. Põhjatuul oli külm ja vali, Stockmanni katusel laperdasid kolm lippu, juba oli läinud hämaraks, aga taevas oli veel hele ja piimjas. Langile oli see tunne tuttav: ta oli alati pidanud oma linna kõledal ja enesessesulgunud moel ilusaks, ja ta teadis, et just nii see oligi: üksildased laperdavad lipud ja lihast ja luust läbilõikav tuul ka südasuvel, kui ööd on kõige valgemad. Just sellisena mäletaks ta alati Helsingit, kui ta kunagi peaks sealt ära kolima."
September 10, 2020
Lang is a well-known author and talk-show host. His erudite interviews draw audience attention. Until they don't. Over the years, he becomes a bit jaded and a bit distracted. The distraction comes as much from his affair with a young woman as from anything else, and he ignores the danger from Sarita's violently possessive ex-husband Marko.
The story is told by Lang's long-time friend, whom Lang calls in the middle of the night, frantic, asking for a shovel. From this intriguing start the tale backtracks and goes forward and finally puts it all together.
Why it's told by a friend I am not sure, other than that he is able to offer some opinions that a straightforward third-person telling would not afford. And to describe how Lang falls on hard times as a result of his own actions and lack of focus over time.
Quick and easy to read, kept me interested.
The story is told by Lang's long-time friend, whom Lang calls in the middle of the night, frantic, asking for a shovel. From this intriguing start the tale backtracks and goes forward and finally puts it all together.
Why it's told by a friend I am not sure, other than that he is able to offer some opinions that a straightforward third-person telling would not afford. And to describe how Lang falls on hard times as a result of his own actions and lack of focus over time.
Quick and easy to read, kept me interested.
October 21, 2020
Mind on alati tõmmanud Soome ja soomlaste, Helsingi poole. Sestap asusin õhinal lugema.
Ei olnud halvasti kirjutatud, aga samas ei haakunud nii väga minuga. Kõige rohkem nautisin miljööd, atmosfääri ja Helsingi kirjeldusigi võib-olla. Muus osas oli siin minu maitse jaoks liiga palju seksi. Romaani telje muidugi moodustaski vägivaldseks kiskunud kiredraama ja armukolmnurk, aga ma ei suutnud väga empaatiline olla identiteedikriisis vaevleva isase suhtes, kes oma haavatud eneseuhkust noore femme fatale'i voodis turgutas.
Ühe temaatika moodustas veel meediakriitika, kultuuri ja inimeste allakäigu pärast muretsemine, aga minu meelest polnud Westöl siin midagi kuigi uudset või originaalset öelda, vähemalt mitte minu jaoks.
Ei olnud halvasti kirjutatud, aga samas ei haakunud nii väga minuga. Kõige rohkem nautisin miljööd, atmosfääri ja Helsingi kirjeldusigi võib-olla. Muus osas oli siin minu maitse jaoks liiga palju seksi. Romaani telje muidugi moodustaski vägivaldseks kiskunud kiredraama ja armukolmnurk, aga ma ei suutnud väga empaatiline olla identiteedikriisis vaevleva isase suhtes, kes oma haavatud eneseuhkust noore femme fatale'i voodis turgutas.
Ühe temaatika moodustas veel meediakriitika, kultuuri ja inimeste allakäigu pärast muretsemine, aga minu meelest polnud Westöl siin midagi kuigi uudset või originaalset öelda, vähemalt mitte minu jaoks.
August 14, 2022
Selline mõrkjasnukker lugu. Väga sümpaatne peategelane oma elupuntras. Erilist hingelähedust tundsin temaga ses osas, et tahaks vanasse maailma, kus kõik ei traavi süvenemata ühest kogemusest järgmisse. Ja kus lauljad teavad 60-70ndate hitte esitades, kelle lugusid nad laulavad, eksole. Ma usun, et sedavõrd üksildasi inimesi, kes iseenda kapis olevatele luukeredele muidu otsa vaadata ei suuda, kui elu neid kuidagi jõkralt seda tegema ei raputa, on meie ühiskonnad tulvil. Iseasi, kas see enese (taas)leidmine peab just sellise hinnaga toimuma ja jääb küsimus, kuhu triivinuks peategelane ilma loota, millest romaan jutustab. Natuke näib, et mingi kataklüsmini jõudnuks ta paraku siiski, sest eksistents omas nahas oli sedavõrd raske taluda.
April 22, 2018
Forfatteren genfortæller sin ven, Langs, kærlighedshistorie, der går forud for et drab, han har begået. Lang er forfatter, litterat og tv-vært, fraskilt et par gange og omkring de 40. Han forelsker sig stormende i den 27-årige Sarita, der har en søn, Milo, på 6 år med sin ekskæreste Marko. Vi følger deres forholds op- og nedture, og hvordan både Lang og Marko er jaloux på hinandens forhold til Sarita.
Bogen er ikke som sådan en krimi, men har alligevel lidt karakter af det.
Først ganske sent bliver man klar over, hvem offeret er. Men slutningen er lidt tynd, synes jeg.
Bogen er ikke som sådan en krimi, men har alligevel lidt karakter af det.
Først ganske sent bliver man klar over, hvem offeret er. Men slutningen er lidt tynd, synes jeg.
July 1, 2026
2002. aastal ilmunud romaan „Lang“ on lugu keskealise teletähe identiteedikriisist ja meeleheitlikust armastusest, mille taustal kangastuvad lugejale ilustamata kaadrid meie kaasaja olelusvõitlustest heaoluühiskonnas. Kjell Westö tabab meisterlikult armutu meediamaastiku närvilist olustikku.
Minu kommentaar: Üldiselt mulle meeldis. Sündmustik areneb huvitavalt- kõigepealt saad lugejana aimu, et tõenäoliselt on mõrv toimunud, aga miks, mida ja keda, selgub alles viimastel lehekülgedel. Lihtsa ja selge keelega, mistõttu lendab lugemine kärmesti.
Minu kommentaar: Üldiselt mulle meeldis. Sündmustik areneb huvitavalt- kõigepealt saad lugejana aimu, et tõenäoliselt on mõrv toimunud, aga miks, mida ja keda, selgub alles viimastel lehekülgedel. Lihtsa ja selge keelega, mistõttu lendab lugemine kärmesti.
September 21, 2021
Yllätyin, kun kertoja hyppäsi tarinaan mukaan kirjan puolivälin vaiheilla. Oliko hän ennen puhunut, en muista. Nyt hänestä tuli aktiivinen hahmo hetkeksi, kunnes hän taas häipyi taustalle. Sama toistui kirjan loppupuolella. Ehkä tästä syystä johtuen olin tarinan kanssa välillä hukassa. Ehkä luin kirjan liian pienissä pätkissä. Lang jäi etäiseksi. Myös muut hahmot. Kenen tarina tämä oikeastaan oli.
May 14, 2022
It was fun to read a book set in Helsinki, though most of the place names were using the Swedish name and I had to look them up. Of course it makes sense to use the Swedish place names in the Swedish language, but in the English translation? I'm not quite sure why.
I liked the story okay, but I think there were a lot of awkward phrases that took me out of the mood (of course, that could be entirely about the translation and not the original text).
I liked the story okay, but I think there were a lot of awkward phrases that took me out of the mood (of course, that could be entirely about the translation and not the original text).
June 11, 2023
Loo mõttes pole justkui midagi erilist - ühe õnnetuvõitu, kinnisideeks muutuva armumise autopsia. Siin-seal ära mainitud satiirikiht meedia aadressil jääb pigem üsna lahjaks, rohkem ääremärkuste, üksikute kommentaaride tasandile. Aga pagana pihta, Westö kirjutab ja kirjeldab kütkestavalt, loopides Helsinki tänavanimetusi ja täpseid kirjeldusi sellise tihedusega nagu olekski ise koguaeg karakteritel kannul. 3.5/5
February 6, 2024
Kui ma oleksingi arvanud, et tegemist ongi kriminulliga, nagu seda ilmselt mujal maailmas on üritatud müüa, siis oleksin ilmselt andnud palju madalama hinde, aga õnneks on autor varasemast hästi tuttav ja oskasin oodata, mis ta on. Ja oli just see, mis vaja - väga hästi kirjutatud armastuslugu mõnede karmide pööretega, täpsete sissevaadetega peategelase halastamatutesse eneseanalüüsidesse, üle kõige selle laiumas lausa füüsiliselt adutav Helsingi meeleolu, mida hästi mäletan.
January 24, 2020
Kjell Westölle ja kirjan kielelle olisin voinut antaa enemmänkin tähtiä. Pidän Westön kirjoitustyylistä ja kaupunkikuvauksista. Kirja itsessään on vain ihan kiva. Parasta siinä on (kielen lisäksi) rakenne. Toista lukukertaa ei kirja kestä juurikin rakenteen takia. Black noir-tyylinen rikostarina oli mukava ja helppo välipalakirja.
December 5, 2017
Siisti noir-henkinen kolmiodraama, joka vetää heti alussa mukaansa paljastamalla tarinan surullisen loppuratkaisun. Oikein hyvä rikosromaani, ja myös lievästi nostalginen aikamatka takaisin vuosituhannen vaihteeseen.
August 26, 2018
Mjääh. Jag hade relativt höga förhoppningar på den här boken, speciellt eftersom baksidestexten utlovade en ”relationsthriller”. Men helt okej ändå.
November 26, 2018
Lähti hyvin käyntiin, mutta aloin menettää tähän mielenkiintoani puolivälin tienoilla. Loppu oli vähän äh.
September 29, 2019
Odotin aikoinaan tältä kirjalta paljon ja oli kyllä aikamoinen pettymys. Westö tule takaisin!
March 5, 2020
Det är någonting med Westös språk ... Jag känner mig alltid lite som hemma i hans fiktiva världar.
January 12, 2021
Heikoin Westön teoksista. Perusdekkari, ei erotus vastaavien massasta.
July 15, 2021
3.5 tähteä, koska Westön kohdalla en kykene puolueettomuuteen.
August 30, 2022
Lost interest after half of it. Will try another Westö
August 8, 2023
It's not bad but I prefer KW's books portraying Finland in the first half of the 20th century.
January 7, 2025
Väldigt bra bok, rekommenderar stark. 10/10
March 16, 2017
Föredetta TV-personligheten Lang har ställt till med något jobbigt - detta får man veta redan i början av boken då han ringer till sin ungdomsvän mitt i natten och vill låna en stor spade. Därefter får vi via ungdomsvännens narrativ läsa om vad som ledde till den förfärliga händelsen och natten med spaden.
Många har tyckt att personerna i denna bok (som i övriga Westös verk) förblir kalla och icke-trovärdiga. Själv har jag däremot upplevt att det finns rum för att själv fylla i luckorna som finns runt de stora frammålade karaktärsdragen. Det fungerar bra, om man nu råkar gilla att få själv bestämma lite - och det gillar jag.
Många har tyckt att personerna i denna bok (som i övriga Westös verk) förblir kalla och icke-trovärdiga. Själv har jag däremot upplevt att det finns rum för att själv fylla i luckorna som finns runt de stora frammålade karaktärsdragen. Det fungerar bra, om man nu råkar gilla att få själv bestämma lite - och det gillar jag.
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