Some critic has quipped on one of the Beck novels as follows “pick up the books, block out a week, lie to your boss, stay in bed and finish the series”.
Normally critic-quips are for the show, but this time I tend to agree.
The Martin Beck novels are the written record of “this is what police work looks like” or as we say in this part of the world “Idhu Dan Da Police”.
A far- cry from the constructed problems that has come to dominate the crime novels or the detective story. Inspector Beck from Stokholm Homicide is no Hercule Poirot, but very much a working man(a character in the novel calls police-work a curse); who is met with walls of problem every turn he takes.
Sample this from the words of the inspector himself about this case:” Unpleasant. Very unpleasant. Singularly unpleasant. Damned unpleasant. Blasted unpleasant. Almost painfully so.” The disappearance of a person is not a problem for a gentleman detective to solve but a genuine human tragedy.
In their second outing, authors Sjowall and Wahloo send Martin Beck to Budapest to trace a Swedish journalist Alf Matsson who has literally disappeared into thin air. It is said that this writing couple alternate chapters and sometime even paragraphs between themselves, but I was unable to tell the difference.
Shady characters populate Budapest as Beck tries to make sense of what is happening to this case, while he should be vacationing with family on an isolated novel and he knows that cannot solve this alone. Yes, this is a summer holiday book and somehow I took it up at the right moment.
Even at 200 odd pages, the authors are able to convey a world of detail and observation only proves that words, like bullets only work when used judiciously.
Oh just realized that the title of this book is a wicked pun. So good these Swedes and do check out their Edgar Award winning novel “The Laughing Policeman”
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