Maybe because this is a smallish book and was written as the "free book" for the Dutch book day a few years ago, my expectations were not high when I picked it up after it languished on my shelf. I was quite impressed--at how the author brings these unpleasant events close to us. She describes people who are in a sense very ordinary in Dutch middle class society--a pretty, young girl who shines forth the self-confidence and assuredness only the young can who have (until now) been protected from any really nasty people; an overweight/underconfident bus driver who seems to have too much time to consider his failure as a person; an autistic young man whose daily activity is to spot planes arriving at Schiphol and whose mother (no doubt out of a desire to keep him safe) seeks to avoid any change and sense of responsibility; and of course a foreign (Swedish) psychopath who is driven by dark urges, including the sexual assault on the young girl. Pauw also depicts the mediocre "good enough" players in Dutch middle class society--the overbearing and prejudiced police woman who forces her police partner to pay Euros 4 for Starbucks coffee instead of drinking the free rank coffee at the office; the nagging wife of the bus driver; and the concerned parents of the young girl now in hospital.
These characters are developed well over the course of this slim novella, in terms so evocative and well described of daily life in the un-cool parts of Amsterdam. I don't want to spoil the ending, but what could have gone badly (the book really scares me as to how much power police have, and how little some police officers will care about finding out the truth) and how redemptive the ending is for the ordinary "dood gew0on" Dutch citizen in a world that seems to be less warm, less happy and more dangerous for these ordinary citizens.
How often when something goes wrong do we spend time wishing we could just turn back the clock, so much so that it seems we lose life while regretting.
A sub theme of the book I found was that despite all the "experts" teaching people what to do, often such training is dry and at odds with our conscience. For example, the training the bus driver gets to deal with aggressive passengers is to control temper and not do anything. More generally, the general aura is for citizens not to get involved. How good is it then that, despite the risks of having the police jump to the wrong conclusions, the bad guy knowing where you live, and one's family being dragged against their will into "your mess", the ordinary Joe and the somewhat strange young autistic man (read the book) in the end have to override this "training" and act as they see best for that moment in time.
As the bus driver couple age, they kvetch and complain: "Ineens overwoog hij haar terug te ropen. Haar weer eens tegen zich aan te trekken en haar te zeggen dat hij echt van haar hield, al was hij een ongelikte been in de omgang. Maar hij deed het niet."
Some very Dutch sentiments were also spot on, as when the young girl, while resting, receives lots of flowers and stuffed animals: "Ze vroeg zich af waar [die knuffelbeesten] voor dienden. Dachten mensen nou echt dat ze ich beter zou voelen door een teddybear? Wat hadden die dingen voor nut?"
and when the bus driver does decide to act, and is surprised to see the large number of birds the bad guy kept flying out: "Gefixeerd bleef Albert naar de vogels te staren, bevroren in het moment. Pas toen ze achter de volgende flat waren verdwenen, besefte hij dat al die tijd was vergeten te ademen."
Good tension, good insights, realistic images--all well worth reading this book.