Though certainly a solid and decently 'thrilling' read, Lime's Photograph wasn't the mind-blowing reading experience I had thought it would be. Any over-inflation wasn’t by any means unprecedented: Davidsen is a relatively well-known author outside of Denmark (the 'political thriller' being--along with police procedurals and crime novels--another fairly safe bet for literary exportation) and won the Glass Key for this novel when it first came out. However, while Lime's Photograph certainly gives us some fine espionage intrigue (plot points end up involving Basque separatists, ex-IRA members, and finally, staunch KGB commies), the grief-tinged nostalgia of noir, and jet-sets us through sexy locales (even Russia in the dead of winter is glamorous when there are spies and saboteurs involved), there are a fair number of missteps here.
Davidsen’s prose is reasonably fluid, but he tends to repeat lines and details between chapters—apparently just to be sure that we absorbed his tepid observations (“What do we really know about each other at the end of the day?”) or perhaps are just keeping up with the plot points. This was likely the result of a narrative that began to write itself without much foresight (or will to revise). Too many shadowy layers of The Past Returned to Haunt You, make each of Lime’s individual memories and revelations feel a little limp. Worse is the fact that we’re fed clues so early in the book that they have to be played as red herrings until the dramatic denouement proves them to be exactly what we figured they were in the first place. Which is, at the end of the day, unquestionably anti-climactic.
But I suppose my primary quibble with Lime's Photograph is its recycling of that time-tested, western/neo-action movie motif that many audiences tend to accept without much of a pause—The Martyred Girlfriend Syndrome. In cases of MGS, the general scenario plays out as such: after years of gallivanting, adventuring, or just general ass-kicking, the male protagonist settles down with a good woman to lead a quiet, honorable life of lawn mowing and family breakfasts. This newly reformed Man’s Man finds solace and consolation in the idyllic life that he’s finally ready to lead and is putting his sordid past behind him, when he discovers that he still has debts that he must pay. Or rather, that his wife must pay. And after she’s been disposed of in some graphic, completely unjustified manner (Here, Davidsen throws in Lime’s young daughter, just for good measure) the hero can go about resuming his gallivanting, and adventuring, and ass-kicking, but this time with the added benefit of fighting for Justice and Honor and Righteous Vengeance. And in most cases, there’s a girl—not quite as sweet and pure as the first Madonna, but still rather pristine—lined up in the wings to seduce away his sadness and fill the womanly void after he’s returned all battered and bloody from his Man-Mission. Neat, right?