Review: The Darkness by Ragnar Jónasson

image (1)Damn, Ragnar Jónasson, where have you been all my life?

(In the crime section of every good bookshop I’ve visited, actually; including the one I work at — I’ve just never picked one up.)

The Darkness is a book that completely subverted my expectations and stunned me with its climax. Which is a rare thing. I read a lot of crime fiction. Like, a lot. It takes something special to impress me. And it takes something brilliant to steal the air from my lungs; that physically stops me launching up the escalator when I alight from my train at Kings Cross and instead take up residence on the left side of the moving staircase to enable an extra minute of reading. Jónasson’s writing is razor sharp. Nothing goes to waste. And its short, sharp chapters, and creeping sense of dread, tantalise you into reading just one more page, just one more page until you’re all out of pages, all out of book, and left with nothing but despair when you realise there’s months to wait until the next entry in the series.

On the eve of her abrupt and unwanted retirement, Reykjavík inspector Hulda Hermannsdóttir is allowed to pick a cold case to work on while she dwindles away her final days with a badge. Hulda reminded me a lot of Michael Connelly’s Harry Bosch; addicted to the mission, bleeds police blue, who truly relishes putting bad guys away. But she’s almost 65 and retirement is non-negotiable. The deaths of her husband and daughter — adroitly extrapolated  — have left her with nothing to look forward to, save for a fledging relationship with a man she’s not quite in love with, but in whose presence she finds great comfort.

The cold case Hulda plucks from the ether is a doozy: the death (suicide? murder?) of a Russian immigrant named Elena, who had applied for political asylum, which as Hulda quickly discovers, was granted; which makes her colleague Alexander’s handling of the investigation and ultimate conclusions all the more incongruous. Ineptitude? Corruption? A mixture of the two? As she digs deeper, Hulda confronts a legion of dark forces, not least of which are tendrils from her past, that threaten to finally consume her.

The Darkness will have you burning the midnight oil till 2:00am. It’s a gloriously compelling yarn, whose spell continues to hold even when you’ve turned its final page thanks to its unexpected ending, which, though confounding, is thematically apt. I can’t wait for Jónasson’s next; in the meantime, I’ve got his backlist to keep me busy.

ISBN: 9781405930802
Format: Paperback / softback
Pages: 352
Imprint: Penguin Books Ltd
Publisher: Penguin Books Ltd
Publish Date: 4-Oct-2018
Country of Publication: United Kingdom

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