**spoiler alert** If I could give this two and a half stars, I would. I liked the characters, particularly Salander, though it took me a while to warm...more**spoiler alert** If I could give this two and a half stars, I would. I liked the characters, particularly Salander, though it took me a while to warm up to Blomkvist.
But the writing... Jesus god, Mr Larsson, is it really necessary to go into such excruciating yet meaningless detail?
"At 6:00 he took a shower. He boiled some potatoes and had open sandwiches of pickled herring in mustard sauce with chives and egg on a rickety table outside the cottage, facing the bridge. He poured himself a shot of aquavit and drank a toast to himself. After that he opened a crime novel by Val McDermid entitled The Mermaids Singing."
I realize that your main character is a journalist, but even journalists aren't as relentlessly obsessive with reporting the exact model of laptop, brand of booze, or lunch ingredients. It reads like a private investigator is watching him and reporting his exact movements at every second. At no place does he tell us what the food tasted like, or the feel of the booze going down his throat.
It ends up being distracting and offputting, rather than immersing me into the story.
And I saw the ending coming... at the beginning. Of course she's still alive, because everybody was so insistent that she wasn't.
Except that wasn't the ending, it was the beginning of a long coda to rival that of Lord of the Rings.
Eh, the more I think about it, the more "meh" this book becomes. I am almost relieved to be reading the new Diana Gabaldon, because at least she is fun to mock. (less)
This installation once again suffers from an overabundance of tedious and robotic detail that makes you feel like you are reading the closed captionin...moreThis installation once again suffers from an overabundance of tedious and robotic detail that makes you feel like you are reading the closed captioning on a news segment.
Am I a bad person for being sort of relieved that the writer is dead so he can't inflict this dreck on me anymore?
No, but I am a bad person for reading this book just so I can scorn it. Shame on me. But I need someone to help me explain the difference between this and Diana Gabaldon. One makes me feel angry shame, the other makes me feel delicious shame. (less)