I am way too dumb to be able to follow the plots of the Millenium books, so even this I had to read twice to understand why the hell it is that Mikael Blomkvist's sex trafficking news story ends up with Lisbeth Salander on the run for multiple homicides or whatever, because what kind of convenient nonsense is that and how do any of the elements in this book fit together in a believable way?
And the answer is that it doesn't make a ton of sense -- I mean, more sense than it should, I guess, but on the other hand, you could also just write a plot that doesn't rely so completely on shocking coincidence?
On the other hand, why am I expecting so much? People like these books, sure, but like, is anyone saying they're, I dunno, art? And even if they were art, would they be art because they have logical plots, or would they be art because Lisbeth Salander is, yknow, fucking cool and shit?
I think what I've come to decide is that the art of these books, if there is one, is that they take all the slimy, exploitative elements of crime fiction and sort of turn them inside out and make you hate yourself for fetishizing luridness, not in some kind of puritanical moralist kind of way, but more like -- why do we have this fascination with, and proclivity toward violence? And what exactly should escapist fiction do in responding to and/or satiating those fascinations?
I like The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo because it makes me feel disgusting, and I'm not quite sure if its sequel makes me feel disgusting or just sort of stupid. I also don't know why I should care how it makes me feel, for fuck's sake. Who owes anyone anything in this doomed world.