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Martin Beck bliver sat på en sag om et kvindelig, der bliver trukket op af vandet i slusebassinet i Borenshult, tæt ved Motala og Vättern. Kollegaerne Kollberg og Melander er taget i forvejen. Han er førstekriminalassistent ved rigspolitiet og har været tilknyttet
Ingrid kaldet Lillan på 12 år og Rolf på ca 10 år. Hans kone er ca 44 år og hjemmegående i deres lejlighed i Stockholm. Ægteskabet er kedeligt trummerum, Martin ryger og drikker spandevis af kaffe, så han hoster og har tit kvalme og hjertebanken.
Liget viser sig efter mange ugers uvished at være Roseanna McGraw, bibliotekar, single, 27 år gammel og meget aktiv seksuelt.
Beck og kollegaerne finder ud af at hun var med på en af kanalbådene og støver alle passagerer og besætningsmedlemmer op.
Det giver ikke resultat, men så giver de sig til at lede efter de billeder, folk har taget. Her finder de en knallert og en høj mand med kasket. De finder en servitrice, der kender ham, men hun er hunderæd og stikker af.
Ved et tilfælde ser en betjent manden, Folke Lennart Bengtson, og skygger ham. Martin Beck stiller en fælde for manden og han går i den, men det går noget ud over den kollega, Sonja Hansson, der er madding i fælden.
I en komisk situation, der er lige ved at ende tragisk, bliver Kollberg, Ahlberg og Beck spærret inde i deres bil i flere minutter, fordi de bliver indblandet i et trafikuheld. Åke Stenström har skygget Bengtson, men tabt ham af syne kort forinden.
Udmærket politiprocedure, som er en klassiker indenfor social-realistiske krimie
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"The masterful first novel in the Martin Beck series of mysteries ... finds Beck hunting for the murderer of a lonely traveler. On a July afternoon, a young woman's body is dredged from Sweden's beautiful Lake Vattern. With no clues, Beck begins an investigation not only to uncover a murderer but also to discover who the victim was. Three months later, all Beck knows is that her name was Roseanna and that she could have been strangled by any one of eighty-five people on a cruise. As the melancholic Beck narrows the list of suspects, he is drawn increasingly to the enigma of the victim, a free-spirited traveler with a penchant for casual sex, and to the psychopathology of a muderer with a distinctive -- indeed, terrifying -- sense of propriety"--P. [4] of cover.… (more)
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We are introduced to one Martin Beck a swedish homicide detective in Stockholm, with what would now be called a health problem - coffee and smokes, and a dysfunctional family. At the time this might have been novel. Now it is tedious.
A woman's body is found - no ID, name or anything, not even
The first two thirds of the book are very dry. Some of it is just technically poor prose - either the translators or the original. I'm fairly sure it's not the best translation as examination is used throughout where interview (or even interrogation) would be better. But sometimes the feeling is that even the original text was dull - 'he ordered a ham sandwich, and ate it'. There is a lot of third person description. He walked down the street and he turned a corner and he went into a shop. Very very flat and dry to read. Discussing the translation with a native Swede, it was described as 'very bad ... In some aspects it almost looked like text was translated by a machine... That's how bad it is'.
One of the blurbers claimed 'vivid details' this is just so wrong. Hardly any details or descriptions at all. 'Taut prose' might be accurate, but even here it's hardly tight and fast moving. Sparse and grey might be a better description. Something like watching black and white films where nothing happens for a very long time. Still the ending is good, the translator seems to get a better grip on the text, the action flows faster and there is almost a moment of suspense.
Supposedly preplanned as a series of preciesly 10 novels each of 30 chapters, rife with social commentary on the nature of Swedish society, and founding the entire genre of a police procedral crime novels, I'd say it was a poor first attempt, shows some promise but could do better. Try again.
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Written in 1965 the only thing that really dates this book is the technological aspect or more specifically, the lack thereof. Every step of the investigation takes time. Whether it is in dealing with other authorities in Sweden, or especially so when potential leads head out to other European countries and even America the feeling of time passing is very evident and the chances of catching the killer grow smaller with each passing chapter. This is an extremely good police procedural and starter of a ten book series with a very dogged and sombre lead detective in Martin Beck. Inspiration for the series is said to come from the likes of Ed McBain and Edgar Allan Poe but the husband & wife team have provided the groundwork for many a Scandinavian crime writer since. I doubt that fans of Henning Mankell or Arnaldur Indriðason wouldn't fail to recognise elements in this book. A good starter and certainly a series I will want to continue
The detailed accounting they give of Beck's work is low on word count and high on facts. There is not one wasted word to be found, and as I read, I smiled. I could hear a little Jack Webb voice muttering "Just the facts, ma'am" in my head. All the police work that's done is shared with the reader-- and it's brilliant. Originally published in 1965, all the work done during the course of the investigation is pre-computer, before all the electronic gizmos that we depend on today. By seeing all the work being done, by watching the facts and evidence begin to pile up, by listening to the detectives talk amongst themselves sharing thoughts and ideas, the reader can really get a feel for how the case proceeds.
Time is one of the most important characters in Roseanna. Seasons change. The reader is told how many days it takes for translations to be done and for evidence to be gathered from tourists who have returned to their homes around the world. We see how a stakeout is planned and carried out. The time involved is always logged. There's a stopwatch ticking away, and we are never allowed to forget it.
While the investigation is being carried out, we also learn about the melancholic Inspector Beck with the iffy stomach, who obsesses about finding the killer of this young free spirit, and who can't stop mourning the fact that he and his wife have grown apart over the years. Arguments with the spouse? Chronically upset stomach? Dismal days of rain? Everything that's disagreeable just gets plowed under as Beck focuses on his case load... and on a young woman he simply cannot forget.
I now see why Maj Sjöwall and Per Wahlöö are considered by many to be the masters of crime fiction. Roseanna is a brilliant and hypnotic piece of work that refuses to turn loose of a reader's mind. From the very beginning, the momentum slowly gathers like snowfall in the mountains until Martin Beck recognizes the killer... and the avalanche begins.
Police work was also unrecognizable. Stakeouts depended on the undercover officer being able to find a public phone when he needed to. Getting information from somewhere else depended on digging through physical files and sending them by mail. Beck is dogged in his pursuit of the murderer of the young woman, but unlike a modern crime novel, there's quite a lot of hanging around doing nothing going on. Hunches take weeks to follow through. The great fun in reading this book now is in enjoying all the period details. This is a solid police procedural written long before the Scandinavian crime novels became popular.
The introduction to both the Audible and Kindle versions is the same, written by Henning Mankell who pays tribute to how the authors thought they could use "crime novels to form the framework for stories containing social criticism. ... They wanted to use crime and criminal investigations as a mirror of Swedish society... Their intent was never to write crime stories as a form of entertainment."
In ROSEANNA Maj Sjowall and Per Wahloo experimented with a number of formats. Parts of the novel are simply narrative while in other sections we have verbatim transcripts of interview.
In 2009 an article in The Guardian titled The queen of crime said
When Maj Sjöwall and her partner Per Wahlöö started writing the Martin Beck detective series in Sweden in the 60s, they little realised that it would change the way we think about policemen for ever.
Tom Weiner does an excellent job of the audio version. (Just a personal anecdote - about two chapters before the end, my iPod ceased to work, and I was forced to read the last two chapters on my Kindle.)
There will be no beating around the bush in this mystery novel. A victim, a detective and a suspect. What more do you need? No quirky characters. No digressions about dog show politics or the history of Irish pub goers. Just a
Which is not to claim that Roseanna doesn't have anything relevant to say about the culture that produced it. The first of the ten volume Martin Beck mysteries, Roseanna, like all good detective stories, speaks to the fears and frustrations of it's age. The title character is the victim, a young single woman with an active sex life. She went looking for Mr. Goodbar ten years before Diane Keaton did, but she came to the same end.
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Detective Martin Beck arrives on the scene when her body is discovered some three months after she was killed. The case is so cold no one expects anything to come of it; it's clear his superiors won't hold it against him if this one is never solved. But Beck does not give up. Instead, he digs, and digs until he identifies the body as an American tourist who went missing while travelling through Sweden by boat.
Ship's pervade the novel. During his investigation, Beck learns the habits and customs of boat travel through Sweden, its system of locks and the practice of taking on deck passengers who ride the ships like buses from one lock to another. The few brief scenes of Beck at home describe him as an unhappily married man who spends his off hours building model ships instead of interacting with his family. Ships provide a means of escape for Beck, for Roseanna the American tourist and for the suspected killer who rides them throughout Sweden when on vacation.
In spite of all the talk of ships in Roseanna and in spite of a victim found floating face up in a swamp, one review I read in preparation for this post described the book in a single word, 'dry.' I wondered if this reviewer had read much in the way of police procedurals. Their dryness is the calling card. Detective Martin Beck describes himself:
"Remember, that you have three of the most important virtues a policeman can have," he thought. "You are stubborn and logical, and completely calm. You don't allow yourself to lose your composure and you act only professionally on a case, whatever it is. Words like repulsive, horrible, and bestial belong in the newspapers not in your thinking. A murderer is a regular human being, only more unfortunate and maladjusted."
I suppose that is a bit 'dry.' It's also perfect reading for a rainy day.
This book was something entirely different. Written in the 1960s this was the first in a series that husband and wife team Sjowall and Wahloo wrote, each featuring Inspector Martin Beck. Indeed, the series was very closely planned in advance - ten novels each of thirty chapters, which, when read in sequence, would constitute a single overarching novel. They stuck to that plan, with the final novel "The Terrorists" being published inj 1975 shortly before Per Wahloo's death from cancer.
Throughout the series the authors were eager to focus on the necessity of close teamwork within the police as they investigate any significant crime, and while the principal protagonist is Inspector Martin Beck he is dependent upon the extensive contributions of his colleagues. This is certainly the case in Roseanna, the first novel in the sequence.
The novel opens with a dredger at work on one of Sweden's principal canals. As the workman struggle to keep the waterway sufficiently clear they discover the body of a young woman. The pathologists' examination suggest that the body had been in the water for about a week, and that the victim was in her mid twenties. There are no other indications of her identity, and the police have to work entirely from scratch.
Sjowall and Wahloo give a fascinating insioght into the workings of the police system at a time before faxes, computers or mobile telephones, and while procedure is kept to the fore the novel never drags. I shall certainly be reading the rest of the series!
It’s a bit shameful in crime fiction circles to have to admit to never having heard of the ten Martin Beck books
But there is, of course, much more than that or else the book and its series mates would not still be being re-issued every few years. The thing that struck me most about the style of the book was its realism. Policing is depicted as a slow process in which the vast bulk of the time was spent on activities and leads that would ultimately prove to go nowhere. Of course in 1965 this was even more true than it is today as communicating with other police forces and international jurisdictions was all done via physical post and the occasional unintelligible trans-Atlantic phone call.
Martin Beck too is realistic, perhaps a little too much so. If the phrase ‘dour Swede’ has been over-used since Scandinavian crime fiction has become flavour of the month then surely the blame must lie mostly at the feet of the rarely smiling, crowd hating, always ill, never wanting to go home Martin Beck. As a characterisation I think he’s marvelous but as a human being I’d rather not be stuck in an elevator for any great length of time with him. However his dogged persistence in doing the work that needed to be done regardless of how time consuming and potentially fruitless it might be, is quite wonderful. And there are glimpses of a very dry humour in the book though I did get the feeling these were being rationed by the authors in the way that a strict parent might ration a child’s sweets.
The edition of the book I read had an introduction by Henning Mankell in which he discussed his own joy at reading the book when it was first released and described Sjowall and Wahloo’s very clear plan to use ”crime and criminal investigation as a mirror of Swedish society…they realised there was a huge, unexplored territory in which crime novels could form the framework for stories containing social criticism”. In Roseanna the authors tackled the nature of bureaucracy, the rise of consumerism and even used the nature of the crime itself in a country that prided itself on being the kind of place where such things did not happen with a subtlety that I would dearly love to see more of in modern fiction.
I do have a minor grizzle about this translation being a bit too full of modern Americanisms, for example ‘vamp’ being used as a verb, to be totally authentic to the book’s time and place and I would be curious to read a contemporary translation. But that is a minor gripe about an otherwise enjoyable reading experience and I would heartily recommend the book to fans of modern police procedurals who want to know more about the history of this fine art form.
First in a series featuring Martin beck, set in Sweden. As the story opens, the body of a young girl is found in a canal. Martin Beck is in charge of the investigation into her death, but to get anywhere they first have to figure out who she was. It takes awhile, but once they've
What a great series opener! The characters are very human and realistic, the prose is not overdone. There were a couple of places of laugh-out-loud humor, and this was another one I couldn't stop once I'd picked it up. Very highly recommended; now I'm off to pick up more in the series. People who enjoy Scandinavian mysteries cannot miss this one.
The book mentioned Söderköping a few times (a small town on the canal where I holidayed a few years ago), and reminded me that I would like to do the Göta Canal boat trip someday, although I would hope to make it all the way to Gothenburg, unlike Roseanna.
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Oversat fra svensk "Roseanna" af Grete Juel Jørgensen
Roman om en forbrydelse, bind 1
Side 77: Politikommisæren lagde ikke mærke til deres lettelse. Den bølgelængde, de brugte til deres stumme meddelelser, var ham fremmed.
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