Takes the scenario of an old-school Christie type plot, and remoulds it into a Scandinavian procedural but with some non-standard structures of a literary mystery - without the latter's attempts to be fancy at writing, which too often end up cold, distant and unengaging.
Prof Bertrand von Ohler is a retired medical researcher in his eighties, from an old aristocratic family. Living not in the old family seat, but in a more modern mansion in a prestigious area of Uppsala (Sweden's Oxford or Cambrige, where one of his ancestors worked alongside Linnaeus), he is nevertheless surrounded by centuries-old portraits and war-booty furniture, the only other resident the faithful old retainer and housekeeper Agnes, nearly the same age as he is. von Ohler is unexpectedly awarded the Nobel prize for research carried out decades ago, for which he never publicly gave others enough credit, and all sorts of people and skeletons come crawling out of the woodwork...
There's something of the Golden Age mystery about the backstory, but filtered via the concerns of fellow Swedes Stieg Larsson and Liza Marklund.
I enjoyed the perspective shifts in this: for instance the idea of how one might go about telling people you've won the Nobel Prize (like the best this-doesn't-happen-to-most-people news you've had in your life, multiplied however many times over), and felt the narrative got under the skins of several other characters as the book progressed and altered ideas about the others.
I tend to read procedurals as something throwaway, yet more often than not find myself chiming with the emotions of some gloomy loss-lorn detective, even if I don't agree with all their decisions. Same again here, but unlike many of her species Ann Lindell can be sarcastic and jokey with colleagues, which made me like her more than some of the run-of-the-mill examples. It's not the sort of thing that's going to make you hyperventilate with laughter whilst reading on the bus, but which would make someone good to work with.
I'd assumed that Eriksson's writing / English translation wasn't great given the sub 3.5 ratings for most of this series, and on that basis was pleasantly surprised. There are a few awkward sentences, but for the most part it was the sort of book to switch off with, where style isn't noticeable. [For this book at least, one can put the ratings down to readers' dissatisfaction with the unexpected atypical structure.] I usually stick to series order but it was relaxing to kick off that constraint and read the last first, for once; nothing seemed unexplained, and given the way I read this sort of book, I don't mind a couple of spoilers for long-term storylines. Just now, I wanted a book that wasn't going to prompt the urge to write some essay of a review that skirts the max wordcount, and this gothically-titled thing did the job very well, whilst also being rather more interesting than expected.