Devo premettere che ho scoperto solo a metà che questo è il settimo libro di una serie, avrei preferito saperlo prima per poter leggere i libri in ordine però non è un grosso probelma perché tutti i libri della serie si "reggono da soli", quindi non si percepisce di aver perso qualcosa. 

Partendo invece a parlare del libro, bellissimo, ti tiene incollato alle pagine con un'indagine ad opera d'arte. Sospetti su tutti ma certezza su nessuno, veramente assurdo. Procederò a leggere i libri in ordine per avere anche un'idea della trama secondaria.

My favourite thing about this was descriptions of Norway, specifically Bergen - the rainiest city in Europe - and Oslo - even the Kon Tiki museum gets a mention! - and Flåm too. Although, these are the scene for some grizzly unusual murders in the book.

Harry is an anti-hero, living with addiction and a dual reputation as a great detective and a terrible detective. He is fixated on sex and this seems to impact on all his relationships with women, and this feels like a book written from a male perspective.

There are lots of sub-plots which are parallels, eg the difference between Mathias and Rakels reactions to infedelity, the relationship to Norway's African communities through the shop and the unofficial medical clinic and the relationship with racism and popularity.
But mostly there are so many clunky absurd happenings, from the symbolic snowmen, the surreal action-movie montents from Harry, the mould man, the super clever detective moments juxtaposed with the super stupid detective moments... Argh.

Anyway, I thought it was good but not amazing. The murders were creative and horrible. I felt it would make a good movie, so I will probably watch the film interpretation.