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Fiction. Mystery. Suspense. Thriller. Arnaldur Indridason has been crime writing's best-kept secret ... until now. A man is making a crude leather mask with slits for eyes and mouth, and an iron spike fixed in the middle of the forehead. It is a 'death mask', once used by Icelandic farmers to slaughter calves. He has revenge in mind. Meanwhile, with Detective Erlendur absent, his baseball-loving colleague Sigurdur Oli is in the spotlight. A school reunion has left Sigurdur Oli dissatisfied with life in the police force. Iceland is enjoying an economic boom and young tycoons are busy partying with the international jet set. In contrast, Sigurdur Oli's relationship is on the rocks and soon even his position in the CID is compromised: when he agrees to visit a couple of blackmailers as a favour to a friend he walks in just as a woman is beaten unconscious. When she dies, Sigurdur Oli has a murder investigation on his hands. The evidence leads to debt collectors, extortionists, swinging parties. But when a chance link connects these enquiries to the activities of a group of young bankers, Sigurdur Oli finds himself investigating the very elite he had envied. Moving from the villas of ReykjavIk's banking elite to a sordid basement flat, Black Skies is a superb story of greed, pride and murder from one of Europe's most successful crime writers.… (more)
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Sigurdur Oli is asked by a friend to intervene on behalf of a couple who is being blackmailed by a woman named Sigurlina Thorgrimsdottier. When Sigurdur Oli goes to speak to her, he finds her “lying on the floor in a pool of blood, with a large gash in her head” (26). The investigation of her death is the major case Sigurdur Oli sets out to solve in this book. There are of course the requisite twists and turns.
Character development is the book’s strong suit. As Elinborg’s character is developed in "Outrage", Sigurdur Oli’s is in this book. He is anything but compassionate: “he rarely felt any sympathy for the luckless individuals he came across in the line of duty. . . . His usual attitude was that these people were responsible for their own plight. . . . He had often been criticized for his cynicism and detachment but this meant nothing to him” (189 – 190). Sigurdur Oli’s relationship with his long-time partner Bergthora is fractured because of his personality: “He had meant to get a grip of himself, to listen to her point of view, to try not to be rigid and difficult” (193), but is unsuccessful. He can only “put on a show of caring” (161) and resolve “to be polite and tactful, though neither was his forte” (211).
We are given insight into why Sigurdur Oli is as he is. He spent most of his childhood living with a mother who thought her son “was too good for that, meaning the police” (6) and “’far too good for Bergthora’” (245). It takes him by surprise when Bergthora tells him, “’You’re both so . . . cold. Such snobs’” (52) but later he realizes he must try to be “Not like his mother” (193). He also has another epiphany: “Sigurdur Oli knew that he had been blind and was painfully aware why: he had believed himself to be sufficiently tough, sufficiently impartial and a sufficiently good policeman . . . But it had turned out that he was none of these” (306). The inclusion of a dynamic character makes this book more than just an entertaining mystery.
The book is also interesting in terms of its touching on Iceland’s monetary crisis. Sigurdur Oli is told, “’Some people say we’re heading for a crash if we go on like this. The incredible expansion we’ve been witnessing is based almost entirely on foreign credit and there are various signs that these sources are either going to be blocked soon, or just dry up. If this global recession they talk about does happen, the banks will be in big trouble. . . . Icelandic tycoons who have acquired large holdings in the banks via their companies are taking loans from them . . . And having carved up all the biggest companies in the country between them, they’re now busy buying anything they can lay their hands on abroad, all funded by cheap borrowing. Not to mention all the games they play to boost the value of their companies, which is often based on nothing more than an illusion. On top of that they make inroads into public companies by selling their own assets to them at inflated prices. Meanwhile the bank executives award themselves options worth hundreds of millions of kronur, and then gamble by taking out loans to buy shares in the banks themselves. . . . It’s always the same handful of people doing these deals, giving and taking loans. The danger is of course that if one link is broken, the whole edifice will come tumbling down like a house of cards’” (242 - 243). What a clear, concise summary!
At the end of the book, Erlendur is still missing. His daughter is concerned because before he left, “’He seemed so down’” (55) and she hasn’t been able to contact him. Neither Elinborg nor Sigurdur Oli have heard anything (132 – 133). Will the next book in the series be an investigation into Erlendur’s disappearance?
For the second title in a row Indridason's grumpy detective Erlendur has gone missing. (See OUTRAGE). This leaves his team to their own devices a bit, and Sigurdur Óli is not a team man at the best. A school reunion leads to him investigating a blackmailing case for an old school friend, his mother persuades him to look into the daily pilfering of an elderly friend's newspapers, and when a tramp comes looking for Erlendur he decides to follow up himself.
Sigurdur Óli is a very human detective who quite often makes mistakes and at least twice in BLACK SKIES he realises that he has woven events together in the wrong way and leapt to the wrong conclusions. Nor does he reveal to the rest of the team what he is up when he really does need help. He always seems to keep back little bits of information that he should be sharing. On the other hand he is what I think of as a fractal investigator, seeing small leads as worth investigating and that is partly what makes this book such a good read, as he goes off in directions the reader has not contemplated.
Having said that, I think I ready now for Erlendur to return, or to at least find out what has happened to him. His absence is a device that the author can surely sustain only for a couple of novels. In OUTRAGE it gave readers the opportunity to become better acquainted with Elinborg, and in BLACK SKIES with Sigurdur Óli. Of course, one of the advantages of this ploy is that a reader new to Indridason does not have to worry about not having read the earlier novels in the series.
There is a strong sense of setting in BLACK SKIES, not just the Icelandic setting, with characters known by single names, but also an explanation of the events that eventually lead to the global financial crisis and the collapse of the Icelandic economy. Like many contemporary crime fiction authors Indridason has embedded strong social comment in the novel.
BLACK SKIES is the eighth novel in the Reykjavik series of police procedurals but the second one in succession in which the series’ main character, detective Erlunder, is absent from his workplace (for reasons none of his co-workers seem sure of) and the novel. The story takes place in 2005 during the height of Iceland’s economic boom and at the same time as events described in the previous novel OUTRAGE, but here the investigative duties fall to another of Erlunder’s colleagues Sigurdur Óli. It opens with Sigurdur Óli attending a reunion of his high school class at which he feels himself to be the least successful of his classmates, many of whom are making it big in the new economy. However one of those people soon calls on him for a favour. Would Sigurdur Óli mind putting a bit of unofficial pressure on a couple who are blackmailing the man’s sister-in-law and her husband who took part in a wife-swapping escapade? When Sigurdur Óli goes to the blackmailing couple’s house on this errand he finds the woman on the floor with her head bashed in. He attempts to chase the assailant who was still on the scene but soon loses him. For understandable but not terribly clever reasons Sigurdur Óli doesn’t immediately come clean with his colleagues regarding the personal reason for his visit to the woman’s house and so assists with the official investigation while continuing to carry on his own inquiries due to the knowledge that only he possesses.
It is only now that I’ve sat down to write a review containing an even vaguely intelligent synopsis that I’ve realised just how complex and intricate the plot of BLACK SKIES is. Indriðason really is a master at telling stories with lots of layers that don’t make the reader feel like they’re reading a creative writing thesis rather than a novel. It’s bloody great art. Just as you think the book is going to focus on the sexual shenanigans of bored suburbanites it twists to offer the possibility of a drug deal gone bad. And then another turn….what are the wretched bankers up to and how might it relate to the death of a tour guide? Indriðason ties this all together beautifully and manages to encircle the investigative narrative with another thread that follows the story of a derelict called Anders who keeps crossing Sigurdur Óli’s path. His story, slowly revealed over the course of the novel, is a heartbreaking one and despite his self-confessed and innate sense of superiority over people like Anders the case becomes something of a watershed for Sigurdur Óli,
Another element that elevates BLACK SKIES above the norm for me is the character of Sigurdur Óli. He bares few of the traits of the great and memorable fictional cops. He’s not a genius, he’s not a workaholic, he’s not tortured by the souls of the deaths he has investigated. He’s a pretty ordinary guy doing a job he fell into and some days he’d rather be doing something else. But even without the trappings of the genre’s stalwarts he is still a wonderfully drawn character who we do see struggle with some aspects of his life, working out how his marriage failed for example, while trying to do a good job even when he doesn’t like his work and maintaining his moral core in the face of pressure. He is, I suspect, a lot closer to real cops than many of his more famous fictional brethren.
There’s much more I could talk about, including the novel’s unpacking of Iceland’s part in the global economic meltdown which is fascinating, but I think it’s time to simply recommend the book without qualification. It’s one of those crime novels I think could be read and enjoyed by non crime fans too and I don’t think you need to have read the earlier novels in the series in order to read this one. I’ve never been so frustrated by my own monolingual status as I am at knowing this book’s sequel is available but only if I can learn to read Icelandic.
I liked this book despite the fact that Erlendur was off-stage for the whole novel. Sigurdur proved interesting enough to carry a complete detective novel. The exotic location was interesting as were the characters and how they reacted to Iceland's boom. The ending was open but
This is the 9th book I have read by this author and I rate this book in the middle range of those books.
Sigurdur Óli has not been such a sympathetic character in previous stories, perhaps because he is enamoured with all things American, having spent some time in America, and also because of his deteriorating relationship with his wife, Bergthora.
I enjoyed this story as I felt that my understanding of Sigurdur Óli increasde and he became a more sympathetic character.
Of course, I also enjoyed the crime stories which were decently plotted (including blackmail, murder, white collar banking crime (it was published in 2009) and a small but effectively used side child abuse story), with expected and unexpected twists and turns, and the Icelandic setting (I have stayed at Hótel Búdir on Snaefellsnes!). But I really read the Detective Erlendur stories for Arnaldur Indriðason's style and descriptive abilities, which were both on good display.
This is best read as part of the series and I am now keen to read the concluding episode, Strange Shores.
Despite the fact that Sigurdur Óli is the main character in
I understand, but don't condone another police officer's reaction to Iceland's lenient treatment of persons who commit brutal beatings. Sigurdur Óli's attitude was not what I expected from him.
The subplot of Andres the alcoholic with the tragic past from Artic Chill is dealt with here. The way he handled his former abuser isn't right for real life, but does nicely for fiction. (Well, it did for this former victim of much milder child sexual abuse. I don't know if a reader who wasn't molested would get any satisfaction from it.)
The story is fast paced and told exciting. It also shows the problem of the Icelandic financial market, which was in trouble for a long time.