Set between August and September 2008 with the economy teetering on the brink of financial collapse brought on largely by the banking crisis, things are looking bleak in Iceland and the mood is ominous. In fictional Hvalvík, a rural fishing village on the south-west coast, the locals are well aware that times are changing. Prices and interest rates in the country are on the rise, the housing market is plummeting, yet nothing seems to abate the ascent of the skyscrapers which big businesses in Reykjavik continue to find the money to finance. The tension is palpable and wry observations on the stability and importance of the fishing industry to the nation are well placed by author Quentin Bates. With an anonymous blogger calling itself Skandalblogger peddling "unsubstantiated and extremely libellous gossip about the great and the good of Icelandic entertainment, business and politics", the corruption which everyone suspects is rife at the heart of government is under the full glare of the media spotlight and something has to give...
Yet closer to home local Sergeant Gunnhildur Gisladóttir (aka Gunna the cop) has more pressing concerns. In charge of the tiny police station in the village where the more familiar business is issuing a speeding ticket and escorting drunken locals home, her limited resources are stretched to the hilt. When a body is found floating in the local harbour and Gunna's superiors seem content for the easy verdict of death by misadventure to stand one might think Gunna would settle for an easy life and concur. Yet Gunna is nothing if not dogmatic. When initial investigations leave her with several questions to answer, most significant of which is how an intoxicated man on a night out in Reykjavík has managed to wash up dead in a remote backwater over hundred kilometres away. When further digging reveals that the dead man worked for a PR company run by the wife of the Environmental Affairs minister, both frequent targets of the Skandalblogger her instinct tells her something is amiss. It doesn't take her too long to uncover that this aforementioned PR company has an involvement in a locally based construction project thus creating a link between the dead man and the rural village of Hvalvík.
Against a backdrop of limited financial resources and budget constraints a less tenacious police officer might be content to leave things unexplored, but not Gunnhildur, even if it means ruffling a few feathers. Radiating authority, Gunna doesn't suffer fools gladly and her overly promoted superior Chief Inspector Vilhjálmir Traustason relents on the condition that the investigation is a joint enterprise with the city force. Quentin Bates superbly emphasises the position of both a rural police force in the wider context of the nation and that of Iceland itself as a relatively small country with limited muscle on a global scale. It is clear that Gunna is in no position to throw her weight around.
With several strands of focus alternating between Skandalblogger and its repercussions and the investigation of the body found by Gunna, the novel is very well paced. Topical issues of environmental destruction and corruption at the very centre of power all serve to make this create a timely police procedural. With some splendid black humour woven through the novel, this makes for a lively narration and Frozen Out deserves to draw plaudits.
As an introduction to the character of Gunna and the workings of the Icelandic police force the use of a naive rookie crime journalist shadowing her work is a clever ploy and makes for a very thorough introduction to both her character, the work of a rural police force and highlights the importance of fishing to the coastal areas of Iceland. As a middle aged widower, a mother of two and with a career of sixteen years in the force behind her, there aren't many female officers with her level of experience. Astute, often brusque and described as "a big fat lass with a face that frightens the horses", she makes for a unique protagonist. The brilliantly naive reporter, Skúli Snædal, asks the questions for the readers and as a consequence you feel a real involvement in the investigation. The pacing builds into a cat and mouse chase to the finish and Bates provides one final twist of the knife. With an opportunity of relocation and perhaps promotion on the horizon Gunna has a big future ahead of her, whether in Hvalvík or further afield. Wherever it may be, I will certainly be following her journey closely.
Frozen Out is an brilliant introduction to Sergeant Gunnhildur Gisladóttir, both at work and in a more personal capacity, and it is clear that her character is ripe for further exploration. The novel ingeniously weaves a real life event with enormous repercussions for society into a crime fiction novel and makes for a damning portrayal of the build up to the banking crisis which sent Europe into economic tailspin. Despite a large cast of characters everyone is well drawn and none of them seem one dimensional. The presence of some unusual names shouldn't put English readers off as each of the characters leave their mark. With a realistic portrayal of the banter and rapport which a career in the police force fosters the secondary police characters are also well developed and will hopefully feature in subsequent novels. Gunna rises to a challenge and commands her troops admirably showing that this lady is certainly no redneck copper. Underestimate Sergeant Gunnhildur Gisladóttir at your peril!
With the action set partly between Hvalvík and Reykjavik, the brooding presence of the mountainous territory is less of a factor, but the incessant rain, bleakness and unremitting wind of the coastal region still make for hostile surroundings. The benefit of this dual setting allows readers a glimpse in the situation in Reykjavik and makes for a clever exploration of the turmoil leading up to the financial implosion. As a big picture view of Iceland, Frozen Out serves wonderfully and is replete with nuggets of information concerning local cuisine, industry, surname formation and the idiosyncrasies of the natives. It certainly gives readers a feel for the authentic portrait of a country and this creates a noticeable atmosphere.
The author, Quentin Bates, is also a highly regarded translator, most recently of the Dark Iceland series of Ragnar Jónasson. The good news is that if you have come to his work subsequent to reading Snowblind and the novels which follow, this proves that Siglufjördur is not the only remote fishing village to be found! Iceland remains a veritable landscape for brooding crime fiction and Quentin Bates has plenty of his own talents as an author to showcase.