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Fiction. Mystery. Suspense. Thriller. HTML:“With Henning Mankell having written his last Wallander novel and Stieg Larsson no longer with us, I have had to make the decision on whom to confer the title of best current Nordic writer of crime fiction . . . Jo Nesbř wins.” —Marcel Berlins, The Times (U.K.) Two young women are found murdered in Oslo, both drowned in their own blood. Media coverage quickly reaches fever pitch: Could this be the work of a serial killer? The crime scenes offer no coherent clues, the police investigation is stalled, and the one man who might be able to help doesn’t want to be found. Traumatized by his last case, Inspector Harry Hole has lost himself in the squalor of Hong Kong’s opium dens. Yet when he is compelled, at last, to return to Norway—his father is dying—Harry’s buried instincts begin to take over. After a female MP is discovered brutally murdered, nothing can keep him from the investigation. There is little to go on: a piece of rope, a scrap of wool, a bit of gravel, an unexpected connection between the victims. And Harry will soon come to understand that he is dealing with a psychopath for whom “insanity is a vital retreat,” someone who will put him to the test—in both his professional and personal lives—as never before. Ruthlessly intelligent and suspenseful, The Leopard is Jo Nesbř’s most electrifying novel yet—absolutely gripping from first to last.… (more)
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The Leopard is a grim, disturbing book that sometimes goes over the top before Nesbo decides to dial it back to a more believable level, but the picture he paints of a worldwide underground of pure evilness is unforgettable. The uncorrected proof I read was 513 pages long, plenty of time for Nesbo to expose the underbellies of Hong Kong, Norway, and Africa, and he does so with great gusto. As the body count rises, the book’s plot becomes more and more complicated, and the investigation becomes more and more personal for Harry.
Readers unsure as to whether they are ready for the level of violence and brutality of The Leopard should read its first chapter before investing in a copy of their own. This little four-page chapter forewarns the potential reader by perfectly setting the tone for the rest of the book. In addition, the beginning of the second chapter offers insight into the mind of this particular killer when Nesbo allows him to speak in the first person:
“For my part, I believe that the ability to kill is fundamental to any healthy person. Our existence is a fight for gain, and whoever cannot kill his neighbor has no right to an existence. Killing is, after all, only hastening the inevitable. Death allows no exceptions, which is good, because life is pain and suffering. In that sense, every murder is an act of charity.”
I do have one suggestion for readers unfamiliar with Nordic proper names. The Leopard is a long, complicated novel that makes reference to dozens of character and place names. Many, if not most, North American readers will quickly become confused by the names thrown at them (they simply do not stick) – and, when those names show up later in the book, these readers will find it near impossible to place them in their proper context to what has previously occurred. I have to admit to even being confused as to the gender of some of the names I faced. My suggestion: start a simple little list or chart of character names that can be referred back to as you read the book. I do wish I had followed my own advice. Next time.
Rated at: 3.5
Harry, dragged away from the opium dens of Hong Kong, returns to Oslo to investigate the deaths of two women who were
Besides trying to solve the case, Harry has other problems as well. He has to struggle with his dependencies, especially with alcohol; he cannot forget Rakel who moved away because of the traumas she experienced during Harry's last case; his father is dying from cancer; he finds himself a pawn in a police turf-war over power and jurisdiction.
Other characters, both heroes and villians, also come with their personal baggage and agendas, Kaja Solness, Harry's new "partner," and Mikael Bellman, the Kripos second-in-command, being two obvious examples.
Harry's magnetic personality dominates. His almost supernatural intuition, his deep sensitivity despite his crusty exterior, and his ability to alienate and outsmart those who consider themselves superior to him make him almost impossible not to like.
There is unflagging suspense. Just as he case seems to be solved, there's another breath-taking twist that makes this 600+-page book feel all too short.
At the end of THE SNOWMAN, as the blurb says, Harry Hole, deeply traumatised, resigned from the Crime Squad, and took off for Hong Kong where he attempted to lose himself. The only detective in Norway who has any experience in dealing with serial killers is Harry Hole, and that is why Politioverbetjent Gunnar Hagen wants him back. He sends an officer to Hong Kong to find Harry and bring him back. But it is the news that his father is dying that puts Harry on that plane.
But solving this case is more urgent than just stopping a serial killer. A long standing battle has re-surfaced, not just good versus evil. The Minister of Justice is wondering yet again why he is paying for two criminal investigation units.
It’s all about cuts and rationalisation in the force. About jurisdiction. The old fight, Crime Squad versus Kripos. Whether there are enough resources for two specialist branches with parallel expertise in a small country. The discussion flared up when Kripos got a new second in command, one Mikael Bellman.
It's a battle that Gunnar Hagen wants to win, and finding and stopping a serial killer will do it.
THE LEOPARD is seriously noir, not for the faint-hearted. There are descriptions of torture that will take your breath away. Things that Harry does to himself that will nearly make your heart stop. But you'll keep reading because you'll want to know how it all turns out.
I thought I got a better vision of Harry Hole, saw him in a clearer light in THE LEOPARD. He felt a bit more human too.
..... the man who was a living legend not just at Oslo Police HQ but in every police station across Norway, for good or ill. .......He liked Harry Hole, had liked him from the first moment he had clapped eyes on the tall, athletic, but obviously alcoholic Norwegian stepping into Happy Valley to put his last money on the wrong horse. There was something about the aggressive expression, the arrogant bearing, the alert body language that reminded him of himself ..
A driven man. A junkie. A man who does what he must to have what he wants, who walks over dead bodies if need be.
He couldn’t care less about personal prestige, he only wants to catch the bad boys. All the bad boys.
The other thing that seems to emerge more for me in THE LEOPARD was Jo Nesbo, through his characters, considering criminological and philiosophical issues.
What is it, where is it, whatever it is that makes a murderer? Is it innate, is it in a gene, inherited potential that some have and others do not? Or is it shaped by need, developed in a confrontation with the world, a survival strategy, a life-saving sickness, rational insanity? For just as sickness is a fevered bombardment of the body, insanity is a vital retreat to a place where one can entrench oneself anew. For my part, I believe that the ability to kill is fundamental to any healthy person.
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That was what life was: a process of destruction, a disintegration from what at the outset was perfect. The only suspense involved was whether we would be destroyed in one sudden act or slowly.
Perhaps it has always been there in previous novels, but I've just missed seeing it.
A great read, if just a bit long. By the end, I really did want it to finish.
In a story reaching from the Congo to Norway, and from East Germany to Hong Kong, Harry reluctantly becomes embroiled in investigating a serial killer who murders at least seven seemingly unrelated victims in a variety of sadistic ways.
What connects the victims? Who is the missing link and why is he being protected? What happened in the isolated mountains fastness and how can Harry’s past nemesis assist him? Long and overly complicated, turgid prose and emotional indulgence obscure what is an excellent plot.
The portrayal of Norway as a hotbed of political calculations is new to me and adds some spice to the mix. The Norwegian settings are natural but entirely novel to someone not familiar with that society. As with other Scandinavian authors Nesbo reveals a very dark underbelly to the liberal paradise.
This is a very dark story with every character depressed, distraught, depraved, a failure, an alcoholic or in some other way on the bottom rungs of social achievement. It is an interesting PhD project for someone to analyse why the only people I an aware of as smokers these days are characters in books and films...
I absolutely recommend this as a top notch thriller, just don't expect to fal for, or even like, any of the characters.
Nesbo’s books are a great example of a
“…Harry could see her slim neck, see the white down on her skin, and he mused about how vulnerable she was, how quickly things changed, how much could be destroyed in a matter of seconds. That was what life was: a process of destruction, disintegration from what at the outset was perfect. The only suspense involved was whether we would be destroyed in one sudden act or slowly.”
And, “Soon the spectators would be pouring in: those with hope, those without, the lucky and the unlucky. Those who went to have their dreams fulfilled and those who went purely to dream. The losers who took uncalculated risks and those who took calculated risks, but lost anyway. They had been here before, and they all came back, even the ghosts from the cemeteries down there, the several hundred who dies in the great fire at Happy Valley Racecourse in 1918. For tonight it was definitely their turn to beat the odds, to conquer chance, to stuff their pockets full of crisp Hong King dollars, to get away with murder. A couple of hours from now they would have entered the gates, read the racing program, filled the coupons with the day’s doubles, quinelas, exactas, triples, superfectas – whatever their gambling god was called. They would have lined up by the bookies, holding their stakes at the ready. Most of them would have died a little every time the tape was crossed, but redemption was only fifteen minutes away, when the starting gates opened for the next race.”
The description in the novel is such that one feels very much a part of every scene…without being beaten over the head with details. (Although sometimes…I did find myself sliding over the details of the crime scenes. Not much is left to the imagination there. But that’s just me.)
“The low afternoon sun flashed on the jagged glass of smashed windows high on the brick walls. It was a desolate place, typical of disused factories, where everything you see has been constructed for hectic, efficient activity, yet there is no one around. Where the echo of iron on iron, of workers shouting, cursing and laughing over the drone of the machines still reverberates silently between the walls…”
I am perfectly fine with, and if fact enjoy, anti-heroes such as Hole…but at this point in the series…I am REALLY hoping something positive happens in his life. In each successive book, the image I have of him becomes more scarred, more run down, and more and more internally fragile. (Externally, the man just doesn’t stop.)
I enjoy the mysteries and am constantly surprised by the events that take place, but at heart, I’m in it for the character. Every time I put a Harry Hole book down? I’m hoping the next one will be it. In the next one, Harry will find what he is looking for and he can lay some of his fight down.
I guess I’ll just have to wait for the next book. And I will. Eagerly.
This was a marvelous book. It just hurt me to read it. I think I need a break from wounded male detectives of the Scandinavian sort.
Harry Hole is a disgraced Norwegian detective who is now living in Hong Kong and addicted to opium and
This is part of a series and it follows Harry as he hunts for the killer, navigates painful memories of his dissolved marriage, including his estrangement from his young son, works through his relationship with his father, deals with his bad reputation as he tries to work with other detectives and the Krippo.
There are some twists and turns in the book. I saw some of them coming and was caught off guard by a few. I got a little tired, by the end, of Harry being the only one who could solve the case. I would have liked it better if other people were smart, too. And his love interest got on my nerves a little. Their relationship reminded me of Law and Order: Criminal Intent. The guy is always figuring everything out, even though the woman has been working cases with him for years. She can find the clues but then stares at him, waiting for him to tell her what it means.
I liked it enough that I will probably check out another one. Maybe by then my ears will be more attuned to the language and I won't have to concentrate so hard to understand.