The murder of a young woman in rural Sweden affects the lives of many in her town for years to come.
On a November night in 1994 in the village of Marbäck, Ulrika Antonsson calls the authorities to report that a neighboring farmhouse is on fire. The fire department, police department and ambulance services arrive but it is too late….the old wooden house is fully engulfed. As the police talk to neighbors at the scene they find that the couple who owns the farm. The Markströms, are out at a party but that their adult daughter Lovisa was seen returning home earlier that night. Once the building is safe to enter Lovisa’s body is found, and it is determined that she died due to blunt force trauma. In short, it is murder. Suspicion immediately falls upon Edvard Christensson; not only was he Lovisa’s boyfriend, he was found that night in the woods near the farm smelling of smoke and with blood on him. He is known to have a temper and to have not always treated Lovisa well, and as his father before him was abusive to his wife, it surprises no one that Edvard might have killed Lovisa. He denies doing it, once he is coherent and able to talk of what happened that night, but his claims of seeing an unknown car are not backed up by any other witnesses. In a small town, everyone notices strangers and everyone knows one another’s business; surely someone would have seen someone else near the scene of the fire. The Chief Inspector is convinced that they have sufficient evidence to convict Edvard of killing Lovisa, and the town agrees with his decision to arrest him. Left behind are Lovisa’s grieving parents, the local rookie police officer who both discovered Edvard in the woods and one of his gloves in an adjacent field, and Edvard’s family, his sister Eva and her husband and their young son Isak who adores his uncle. The effects on the lives of these and others in the community first during the investigation and prosecution of the crime, again nine years later when a cataclysmic hurricane decimates the Marbäck area and Edvard dies, and finally twelve years after the fire, when the full truth finally comes out are told with compassion and an adept portrayal of human nature.
Under the Storm is one of those novels that is both a fantastic police procedural mystery and a brilliantly crafted novel, using the nuance of language, local folklore and an empathetic grasp on how people think, feel and relate. This is not a fast paced, chase-scene infused, cynical sort of mystery, so don’t pick up a copy if that’s what you’re after. I was immediately drawn to the characters, the town, and the tragedies of the different lives in Marbäck. We have Vidar Jörgensson, a young police officer who is from the area and knows all of the victims and suspects, who became a police officer mostly because that was what his father did, and who is not certain that justice has been done; young Isak Nyqvist, whose love and admiration for the uncle is shattered when Edvard is arrested and convicted for his girlfriend’s murder, and the taint of the crime is extended to Isak and his parents; and the many friends, co-workers and others who feel the ripple effect of a terrible crime in their quiet town. To quote from the end of the book, “One night a house burned to the ground. There was someone inside on the floor, someone who couldn’t move. Something began; something ended. It took a long time to clean up.” That is the framework of the story, but the telling of it makes it so much more. As a reader, I felt the same lack of certainty about Edvard’s guilt as does Vidar; were the police too quick to jump to a conclusion, and in doing so miss other evidence? For Vidar, this case affects his career and his personal life; for Isak, his life will never be the same, and he lives in fear that the same violence that apparently affected his grandfather and uncle lives in him as well. The future of these two remains linked in ways with which neither is comfortable. Translator Rachel Willson-Broyles is to be commended for weaving in words from the Swedish, like “kymig” (something or someone mean or unpleasant, just not feeling quite right) and the phrase that in English would be expressed as not knowing what to do with oneself in a situation instead is translated as “not knowing where to put oneself” to strong effect. I truly enjoyed immersing myself in this part of the Swedish countryside, evoked so well by author Christoffer Carlsson, and stayed glued to the story as I turned each page. Readers of the novels of Henning Markell, Stieg Larson, and Jo Nesbø should definitely add this and Mr. Carlsson’s other works to their TBR pile (at the top, I would add) at their earliest opportunity, as should people who enjoy the prose of authors like Kent Haruf and Joyce Carol Oates. This is an amazing book, told by a gifted user of language, and I am very grateful both to NetGalley and to the Random House Publishing Group/Random House Hogarth for granting me access to an advanced reader’s copy in return for my honest review.