Lars Martin Johansson, retired crackerjack police detective and former head of the National Criminal Police in Stockholm, was “the man who could see around corners.” Unfortunately, he has let his body go slack since becoming a pensioner, and he is lucky to see his feet! He nourishes his mind with the daily paper and nuggets of literature, but he feeds his body with high volumes of the wrong cholesterol and carbs. One day, after buying his typical sausage meal from his favorite kiosk, he collapses, ending up hospitalized with a blood clot in his brain and an overstressed heart. His wife, Pia, twenty years younger and devoted to him, is tormented by his condition, and is vigilant toward his care and wellbeing.
It is from his hospital bed that Lars is lured into a 25 year-old unsolved rape-murder case of a nine-year-old child, Yasmine Ermegan, presented to him by his neurologist, daughter of a vicar who, on his deathbed, admitted to her that an elderly parishioner confessed that she knew the perp, but the name remains unknown to all alive, as the vicar took it to his grave. Thus begins Lars’ first (informal) murder investigation since his retirement, a case, under the new law, that is prescribed, meaning that the statute of limitations has passed, and the murderer cannot be punished for that crime, even if discovered. But that doesn’t stop Lars. He is still well-connected, but this is off the books and must be done slyly and with help from old friends and new.
GW Persson hooked me with the two alternate stories—one, crime-solving, with delightful deductive and inductive reasoning by Lars, supported by his caregivers with their own keen contributions, and his best friend (another retired detective, who was on the case when it was fresh), and the slender information amassed in the case files.
The investigation is girdled by Lars’ precarious health condition, such as weakness, fatigue, right arm/hand numbness, an oversized heart, labile mood, and the challenge to change his lifestyle in order to survive. Previously independent in all matters, Lars is forced to rely on others to complete activities of daily living and some of the logistics of solving the crime. The pensioner’s witty observations and complaints are spoken with silent ripostes mingled with direct ones, and his attempts to undermine a healthy diet and lifestyle add humor and pathos.
Although Lars ignored early warning signs to his impending neurological stroke—such as memory loss—his reasoning skills are very much intact, and he’s a brilliant, laconic, self-possessed detective. Physical recovery is the harder cross to bear, with one step forward, and two backward, the way a criminal investigation tends to go. However, the pensioner accepts the vicissitudes of the investigation with impunity, meanwhile roaring over his mortal restrictions.
Despite the 400+ pages in tightly packed print, the pages soon fly as you’re sucked into the story. Johansson, who appeared in Persson’s earlier works, is fleshed out and three-dimensional here, an endearing and taciturn man fighting crime and mortality in the only way he knows—with gusto and gumption, a consummate professional but stubborn as well, facing the coldest case and the most brutal redemption of his life. First-rate and page-turning.
4.5 rounded up