Last Rituals introduces the character of Thóra Gudmunsdóttir, a recently divorced lawyer and partner in a small firm that specialises in contractual law. Thirty-six-year-old Thóra, mother to son Gylfi, sixteen and six-year-old daughter Sóley has an acrimonious relationship with her ex-husband and children’s father, Hannes. Two years divorced, she works hard both at work and at home, to create a supportive and stable environment for her offspring, whilst allowing her own love life to take a backseat. Despite her lack of investigative experience, an unexpected phone call from the mother of a German student, Harald Guntlieb, recently found murdered whilst studying in Reykjavík and requesting her assistance piques her interest, but it is far from clear cut just what will be required of her. Although Thóra doesn’t hold out much hope of providing assistance, she is interested in taking the commission due to both company business being in the doldrums and the generous financial compensation, not least a chance to focus on something less dry than the finer points of law contracts!
Amelia Guntlieb has been given Thóra’s name by a professor whom she studied under whilst in Berlin, and the women's clinical detachment and haughty telephone manner does nothing to make Thóra warm to her. The gist of Frau Guntlieb’s rather cryptic message is that she and her husband do not believe that the police have the right man in custody and facing prosecution for the murder of their twenty-seven-year-old son, Harald. Despite the arrest of a petty drug dealer and known associate of Harald’s after only three days of investigative work they suspect that he is not the culprit and his arrest has allowed the police to merely conduct a superficial investigation. Agreeing to look into the matter impartially and make the Icelandic end of investigations more apparent to the Guntlieb family she is thrust into a uncomfortable partnership with an frosty employee of the wealthy family and a man with twelve years in the Munich CID, Matthew Reich. But firstly he has to answer several pressing questions for Thóra, namely how can the family be so sure that the petty drug dealer, Hugi Thórisson, is not the murderer of their son? His shocking reply is that Thórisson did not have the gouged out eyes of Harald in his possession or amongst his personal effects. Given access to the apprehended man by his lawyer, Finnur Bogason, who understands that they could hold the key to vindicating his clients name and armed with a dossier on Harald’s life the awkward duo seek to shed some light on the case. They quickly find themselves drawn into Harald’s dark world, his esoteric pursuits and his fascination for black magic. With the autopsy revealing death by asphyxiation, they initially suspect erotic asphyxiation is to blame, but the macabre symbol carved deeply into his chest raises alarm bells and suggest something much more disturbing.
The more and more that is revealed about peculiar young Harald, both highly intelligent and conscientious, it is his fascination with witchcraft and sorcery through the ages and his passion for body mutilation that provides the initial leads. His planned dissertation had intended to compare the burning, torture and interrogation of witches in Iceland and Germany and it is his interest in the ancient manuscript, ‘The Witches’ Hammer’ that appears to have ignited his fervour. When the director of the university history department, Gunnar Gestvík, is alerted to a priceless missing document, on loan from a collection in Denmark and last viewed by Harald it seems that the mystery is more complicated than they had previously imagined. As Thóra ploughs on through a wealth of documentation she uncovers more questions than answers and the reticence of Mathew to answer specific questions does nothing to further her assurance that she is being given the full story. The drip-feed disclosure of information from Harald’s family is frustrating to say the least, particularly when significant revelations, withheld from Thóra, are belatedly disclosed and it feels like a ruse to cloud the readers thinking and perhaps add a little excitement, which it fails to do.
Harald’s friends at the university are a group of similar oddballs and all have a varying level of interest in Harald’s hobbies, and membership of the history and folklore society that he founded, named Malleus Maleficarnum (after the manuscript that so fascinated him). The combined group remain overtly hostile to Matthew and Thóra. His closest friend, Halldór (Dóri) Kristinsson, is a gifted medical student who spent most time indulging in Harald’s persuasions and seems to understand him best, but it is the outspoken Marta Mist who dominates the group. Analysing both his life and recent research interests takes Thóra and Matthew on a dark and disturbing journey through the world of black magic. Occasional snapshots into private conversations amongst the group, which naturally Thóra and Matthew are not privy to, steadily reveal that the group have a lot more to hide than meets the eye…
Given my predisposition towards reading translated crime fiction I was rather disappointed by how uninspiring I found Last Rituals. For me, it was a fairly turgid and detail heavy novel, often with a surfeit of superfluous detail thrown at the reader which would have benefitted from some paring back. Whilst this could have been to the advantage of Thóra as she drills down into the finer points that hold the answers, it just feels like an information dump. Personally I had little interest in Harald’s research and found it unremittingly dull and for those whose eyes glaze over at the mention of black magic, perseverance is needed. Last Rituals is essentially a straightforward recounting of a investigation into a macabre murder, but the few points of relevance are bogged down by wading through a plethora of irrelevant and the stultifying intricacies of the history of witchcraft.
I found the character of Thóra Gudmunsdóttir a little awkward, perhaps because of her dry sense of humour and pithy remarks which initially missed their mark with the stiff Matthew Reich. Much of the early dark humour is derived from their exchanges which leave a stilted atmosphere. Certainly both warmed up and the more I saw of Thóra the more I became used to her offbeat sense of humour, but it was her supportive handling of a domestic crisis involving her son that redeemed her in my eyes.. only for a glimmer of passion between Matthew and Thóra to emerge.
On balance I would struggle to recommend Last Rituals except to those readers who wish to gain an understanding of the backstory surrounding Thóra Gudmunsdóttir. Otherwise, this clearly well researched novel in the very antithesis of a page-turner. Most significantly it is the absolute lack of suspense that runs from start to finish that is the death knell and I cannot shake the feeling that Last Rituals requires an awful lot of effort from its readers for a fairly limited return, principally lacking in impetus and passion. Given the seventeenth-century witchcraft and sorcery angle makes it a “niche” interest, I suspect that the novel will have fairly limited mainstream appeal. Hopefully Thóra’s next job will involve matters more familiar and accessible to the everyday reader!
Apologies for the length!