The enormous amount of work Stieg must have put into this was evident—late nights, weekends—when he read, pondered, wrote, and sorted materials. Many hours that he could have spent doing things with Eva and his friends, or something else entirely. He could have had a completely normal family and lived in Bromma. But then he wouldn’t have been Stieg Larsson. His books wouldn’t have been written, right-wing extremism would have had freer rein in Sweden, and his investigations into the Palme assassination would never have happened.
