The Man Who Never Laughs Hunted by The Cops Who Never Laugh
Book #7 of Henning Mankell's Kurt Wallander series is a book of secrets. I think in many ways this is not such a memorable book, no amazing plot hooks, really, a 3 star book in terms of the story--a serial killer book, ehhh, high body count, ho hum, the guy kills because he doesn't like it that others are happy, huh, okay--but it is very well paced and plotted and ultimately compelling, in part because we very much like this sad vulnerable world Mankell has created. It's just very good storytelling about characters by this time we are very familiar with and like. Real people, good people we have come to care about, trying to do the right thing in a world that seems slowly to be going out of control.
So, secrets: Wallander secretly continues to mourn his father's death, secretly mourns the fact that his ex is getting remarried, mourns the fact that his Latvian girlfriend has finally dumped him and that he now has Diabetes and is really in worse shape than anyone knows. He's good, but deeply flawed as detective, too, more determined than adept; he forgets to take a notepad to interviews, he fails to take his phone and even his gun to The Showdown with The Killer. But he's like us, a regular guy, not Sherlock.
The Killer himself has plenty of secrets; he has disguises, even as some of his young victims also wear costumes for their (apparently too) happy, celebratory masques. Early on he kills (spoiler alert, sorry) Wallander's valued colleague Svedberg, who has a whole series of his own secrets (spoiler alert!) no one else on the force knew about: he had a long term relationship with the killer--yup, he was gay, and no one that he worked with knew it!--the guy whom he had begun to (secretly) investigate for the possible murder of three young revelers.
So, it's a grim view of the world, and humans, generally: Parents don't know their children, ad nvice versa, cops don't know their colleagues--one we find out is suicidal, one is getting a divorce, and no one knew anything about these things! Everyone has secrets they don't reveal to each other, we wear masks and costumes to hide these things. And the world is getting more violent, more racist, just getting worse, even in little provincial town Ystad. Sweden has the rep of having that happy, sexy Nordic vibe! But underneath, they harbor secrets about just how happy they really are.
One interesting departure here is that this particular entry to the series never ventures out of Sweden, and focuses on the health condition of Wallander and the state of the country rather than a particular global social problem as he always has done. It's basically a police procedural, but it really gets under your skin, it's a good one, finally. I like it that we see things occasionally from the perspective of the killer, so we know who the intended #9 victim is intended to be before anyone conducting the investigation. I like it that one of the very final scenes features the injured Wallander talking to a young boy about why he is a cop.
"Do you ever regret having become a policeman?"
"Yes, every day."
"Then why do you keep doing it?"
"I guess because I know I am good at it. I don't know what else I would do."
Oh, the high body count (that includes several happy people including even newlyweds taking wedding pics!) kind of irritates me in these serial killer stories, and I don't like it that we always have to resolve the crimes in typically dramatic thriller fashion, but I like it that Wallander is driven, even at the expense of his health and personal life, to do good in the face of a morally crumbling society.