From the blurb:
“The Danish seaside town of Skagen is an artists’ paradise in summer, but only the locals live there in winter. The elderly artist Ellen Keldberg was found frozen on a street bench, and now lies laid out on her bed, waiting for a post-mortem. Two visitors come from Copenhagen on a snowy night after her death. Her student nephew Mikkel is there to organise her funeral, yet he can barely remember Aunt Ellen and knows nothing about her life. Anne Sofie comes to pursue her ruthless quest single-mindedly. She will allow no-one to hide, or obscure the truth about Ellen, and leads Mikkel into a hopeless chase. Before Anne Sofie has finished, there will be blood in the snow, and she will have photographed death.”
This was such a weird book.
I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t love it either.
It is and isn’t a Scandi Noir thriller. Well, maybe more of a mystery, but it is very character-driven and some of the plot doesn’t even make sense to me, such as the ending. There was a scene towards the end that I much appreciated, but it demanded a level of suspended disbelief that I am not sure is appropriate. I am also feeling that the ending didn’t resolve anything.
Was it meant to?
I mean, I don’t need resolution, but I need to know it was meant to be left open-ended.
I also felt that several scenes and characters could have one with better editing, such as maybe consulting an editors opinion on how certain aspects of the book were portrayed.
To say more would be spoiling things.
But, yes, I thought it was an interesting foray into a new-to-me writer’s work, but I am not sure I would have stuck with the book if it had been longer.
3* (out of 5*)