This concluding book in Stéfansson's trilogy is uneven. The beautiful language and profound subjects that have been present through all three books were great as ever.

But you can only have so many drowings or near drownings, alcoholics struggling and abusive men before it starts to get repetitive. The story became predictable and there was always a distance to the characters, never fully exploring their depth. Which is a shame, because they are an interesting gang.

But I'm glad that I read the whole trilogy and to have gotten to know "Pojken".