Saturday October 21, 2017

If He Catches You You're Through

Patricia had bought and liked the Norweigian serial-killer thriller “The Snowman: A Harry Hole Novel”—which has been made into a movie directed by Tomas Alfredson (“Let the Right One In,” “Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy”) and sadly getting horrific reviews—and, a bit tired of all of my non-fiction, I began it last night.  

It's good. It's not literature. It's a thriller, a page-turner, and creepy, and I'm enjoying it. I like how, set in Norway, so much is still set against U.S. presidential elections: Reagan in '80, Clinton in '92, W. in '04. I like how author Jo Nesbo holds back and holds back. He suggests the horror. At the stage I'm at, he's not showing us the shark, we're just getting the du dun ... du dun... I also like how easily he turns a figure of childhood fun, the snowman, into a source of terror. 

And I like this bit that I read this morning. Our hero is investigating the disappearance of a mother, and talks with her 10-year old son who had been watching a “Road Runner” cartoon until his stern father returned:

Harry crouched down beside Jonas, who was still staring at the black TV screen.

“So you like roadrunners, do you?” Harry asked.

The boy shook his head mutely.“Why not?”

Jonas's whisper was barely audible: “I feel sorry for Wile E. Coyote.”

That was me as a kid. I'd forgotten I'd ever felt that way.

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Posted at 05:34 AM on Saturday October 21, 2017 in category Books  
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