Hoo boy, I have so many Opinions™ about this book. I went in expecting a fairly standard Nordic noir/thriller/detective mystery, and to Rogneby's credit, it is not what I expected at all: it kept surprising me with the outrageous turns that it took, and like a popcorn thriller, kept me glued to the pages and I absolutely had to keep reading to find out what would happen next. It's like watching a trainwreck in slow motion, as Leona Lindberg systematically divebombs her entire life.
It starts off seemingly normal: Leona is a police officer working in Stockholm's Violent Crimes division, investigating a bank robbery that was acted out by a 7-year-old girl who walked into the bank covered in blood. But then it escalates and escalates, as you start unearthing more about Leona's true nature.
While reading this with my friend Karin, I kept making comparisons to Breaking Bad -- in terms of a supposed 'good guy' breaking bad, and turning to crime for selfish reasons. But where Walt starts off sympathetic and understandable, and then slowly progressively develops into the villain, Leona is just... dreadful from the start. Her motivations are even more self-centered and stubborn and prideful than Walter White's(!!!), to the extent that I hesitate to call her the heroine of the novel, or even the antihero, because I hate her so much!! I wanted more actual police investigation plot, not Leona merely pretending to work and instead progressively fucking up her life.
And there are some interesting aspects about this: she's an unreliable narrator, hiding crucial information from the reader. She's emotionally detached to the point of being straight-up sociopathic, which I feel like might be an inversion of the "brilliant asshole misanthrope detective" trope, except that she's a woman. And some of the snarky, obsessive-compulsive-ish traits to her persnickety narration is kinda funny.
She's also a wife and a mother, but not particularly a loving/caring one (she seems to care about her children, and yet the way she self-sabotages her own child's access to medical care...). You could also say that so many of Leona's mistakes are a realistic depiction of addictions, and how they can tank your life. In contrast, Gillian Flynn's also done such great examinations of toxic femininity and unlikeable female characters, and I love her stuff.
So what gives? Why don't I like this one as much??
But I think it boils down to: juggling all those things is a delicate balance to walk, and it's hard to get it right. Leona is so vehemently, absurdly unlikeable that I just disliked being with her in the book. You're not rooting for her to succeed, by the end I was rooting for her to fail, but because the POV is centered on her, it's hard to latch onto the opposing characters and root for them, either, since you're stuck with Leona as a protagonist. I can't believe there are four of these books so far!! How does she keep getting away with it, and yet also not escaping this everyday life yet that she hates so much?
As the book goes on, it takes even more outlandish and ludicrous turns as things escalate. I was on board for the most part, but then Leona loses me when it comes to e.g. her dynamic with her boss (which depending on your viewpoint is either her sexually manipulating him, or him taking advantage of her as a superior, and both of these are bad??); when her son's life-saving surgery isn't even the motivation for her actions; when a gaping plot hole at the end of the book seems to undermine the whole point of her trainwreck crimes anyway.
The characterisation is hard for me to pin down, too: Is Leona a clever, methodical genius? Or an absolute buffoon who makes elementary mistakes? Or is she a genius, but she makes elementary mistakes because she's so exhausted and hasn't slept in ages and is running on sleeping pills and caffeine? It's hard to tell, especially with her constant lack of consequences and failing upward, and so I wish that had been clearer.
Similarly: Leona's narration makes constant mention of her abusive childhood, and it seems like we're supposed to sympathise with her over it and understand that she developed her sociopathy as a result of it. But her childhood didn't actually seem that bad, particularly compared to what Olivia winds up going through, and how Leona perpetrates even worse onto an even more vulnerable child?? Trigger warning for child abuse (verbal and physical and emotional) throughout this book; I eventually started skimming the Olivia chapters after a while, because it was just repetitive misery stacked on top of misery. If we were supposed to feel for Leona's childhood experiences, then Olivia's alternating chapters instead just made it worse.
There's all these threads that could have been something really interesting, but ultimately I just think it's kind of underdeveloped and unclear about how we're supposed to receive the protagonist. I'm chalking it down under debut novel strugs. The prose is also flat and the dialogue doesn't really sound natural or how people actually speak; I thought this might've been the effect of being in translation, but Karin confirmed that the writing is still flat in the original Swedish.
But I won't lie, it was super compelling and addictive to read, rofl, hence the second star. It's been optioned for a Hollywood movie, so honestly, a fun dumb thriller on the big screen might be the better way to experience this story.