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Not glum in Glommen

The pace in Sweden is slower. Not all book festivals have ‘their own’ beach, or the weather in which to enjoy it. Had we brought our swimsuits, that is. As it was, the Resident IT Consultant spent the time in the shade behind a bush on the beach…

Glommen

Litteraturfestival Glommen had its very first outing yesterday afternoon. Yes, right slap bang in the football match. Not to worry. They merely started an hour earlier to facilitate the buying of books. Not that I did worry, having zilch interest in one of the two things. Guess which one.

Ulrika Larsson

To kick things off – that’s the book festival, obviously – local bookshop owner Ulrika Larsson talked about all 25 authors and their books, only muddling some of the characters and putting them in each other’s books. She’s part of the Larsson dynasty, meaning her father was a student of Mother-of-witch’s, back in the day, and I remember her grandfather from when I was very small.

There were children’s books, and there was crime – book type only – and lots of feelgood novels. That’s the very latest, I believe. Most authors were local, although I confess I didn’t see Lars Kepler, who’d have been very local indeed.

Erika Widell Svernström, Therese Loreskär och Johan Rockbäck

They sold books. They raffled books. There were free chocolates and biscuits and stuff. There was also pay-for buns and cakes along with tea and coffee – served on the shaded and just the right windy verandah with a view of the sea across the road – as well as hot hot dogs. Well, the weather was hot.

Glommen

Two authors had book launches, and I swear I heard at least one champagne (?) cork flying. Or was it the over-excited pear cider?

Some of the authors had a past on the local paper, Hallandsposten, and I learned about revenge blogs. Just to be safe, I don’t think I’ll engage in that.

Svensk flagga

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Crimetimes

The Gothenburg book fair has joined forces with Crimetimes, which I believe used to be its own separate book festival. And here, well before the main book fair programme, is the programme for crime fans, for the Saturday and Sunday, 29th and 30th September.

They have both the full seminars, as well as the shorter 20-minute sessions, into which it is possible to pack a surprising amount of book stuff. I know, because the ones I’ve been to have used their time really well, and small is at least as good as big.

You can also buy a crime pass, which will work like the book fair pass, except covering only the crime, and being a little cheaper.

Most of the authors are Swedish, but since they are all the rage right now, that should make it all the more exciting. Except possibly for the fact that you will need a crash course in the language first. You have four months!

(For apostrophe purists, there is an event on “do’s and dont’s…” It’s so hard.)

Jessica Fellowes and Donna Leon are among the English language authors, and among the Swedes you get Håkan Nesser, Camilla Läckberg, Lars Kepler and many more. You also get some very capable chairs/moderators.

It’s never too early to plan ahead. Well, it could be, but now is not it. I hope you already have a hotel room booked, because if not…

Kepler, take 2

Translations can be tricky. I’m sure that in some cases it doesn’t matter what they are like. In the case of instructions for household appliances it does help if they don’t cause people to be injured, or worse. On the other hand, it has been claimed once or twice that a good translation of mediocre literature can win awards for authors, including the Nobel.

But does a bad translation prevent sales? After all, you tend to buy before you discover this, if you are able to tell. Sequels might suffer, though.

I read about the plans to reissue the crime novels by Lars Kepler, with new translations into English, and was reminded of a comment on here when I reviewed The Hypnotist, which was their first. Adèle Geras felt quite strongly that the translation was what put her off finishing the book. On the other hand, Alexander and Alexandra Ahndoril (aka Lars Kepler) reckoned the translation was good. And I found no immediate fault with it, but could have been handicapped by having already read the book in Swedish. It was just not a favourite of mine.

Now, however, Niclas Salomonsson of the Salomonsson Agency believes he knows why the books haven’t done as well in the US as he feels they deserve. When he ‘discovered’ that the translations were bad, he first spent a lot of money on buying the agency which owned the rights and then he bought back the US rights and hired a new translator to retranslate the first three books (of six). And he has high hopes of success, second time around.

It will be interesting to see if he’s right.

Another ‘fascinating’ aspect is how this all goes down in the translating community. A job is a job, so I can understand if the new translator feels OK about this improvement task. But it must surely also feel a little icky, re-doing what your colleague seemingly has ‘failed’ at? And if you’re the ‘failure’? Except, according to my in-house translator, we don’t know who did the first translation, as it was a pseudonym, so I imagine no one will be publicly embarrassed.

In the end, I wonder if it will make a difference. I believe more in a good publicity effort, even if it is second time lucky. After all, we mostly don’t read crime novels and thrillers for any literary chills that might run down our spines. We want quick thrills.

But the blurb by Lee Child probably won’t hurt.

The Nightmare

Lars Kepler’s second crime novel is far better than the first. I’d say the two Ahndorils have got the hang of what they are doing. The plot is still pretty gruesome, but it makes sense. The recurring characters are no more attractive than they were, but familiarity makes up for some of that. Some of the other characters are almost likeable. Actually, I did like one or two of them. Hence I sort of prayed they would last until the end and not be slaughtered halfway.

Their fondness for bloodbaths at the drop of a hat means you can never take a single thing for granted. Maybe that’s good, but sometimes it’d be nice to know there are certain things that just won’t be allowed to happen.

The plot has taken half a step towards the social conscience of Stieg Larsson, featuring the export of weapons to the wrong countries. This makes it easier to approve of the stance taken by some of the characters.

People are murdered, and sometimes appear to take their own life, for some really obscure reason. The police with Joona Linna race to find what exactly lies behind the deaths.

The police. I suppose it’s wrong to feel you’d want your law enforcers to have a higher moral standard than these do. Incompetence is human, but some of these people are most unpleasant.

And I can only assume foreign readers believe Sweden to be full of weird men and women, with hardly a normal average person anywhere. Very compulsive reading, though.

There is an epilogue which almost made me lose faith in what had gone before it. Sometimes we want to believe that things are fine, until the next book comes up with a new horror. I hope I misunderstood it, but I don’t think I did.

Lars Kepler and the Ahndorils

The Lars Kepler interview is finally here! Don’t let it be said that an inability to type will stop me for long.

Lars Kepler

Not that I was ever a typist, but RSI will fell the keenest witch. Thanks to Son who has done his utmost to be useful, and time has helped.

So here is what Lars Kepler had to say for himself on writing good crime, plotting and watching a great many films.

Identity problems

‘Do you smoke?’ was the first unlikely question. ‘Would you like a go in the rooftop jacuzzi?’ came next, closely followed by a query whether I drink. The bowler-hatted Scottish concierge at the hotel seemed bemused by this non-drinking, non-bathing, non-smoking witch trying to gain access to his rooftop bar. I assured him the only thing I’d possibly want to do was throw myself over the edge if my vertigo got the worse of me. So he sent me up in the lift, which incidentally didn’t quite reach all the way. There was still some manual climbing to be done. And then he had the nerve to suggest I could walk down…

Lars Kepler and concierge

London saw me coming. Big time. It had managed to put up scaffolding over most of town, in my honour. Even Leicester Square was off limits, being improved for 2012. So no sitting in the square between engagements. Pah.

Lars Kepler

I was down in the sunny smoke to see two, or possibly three, cruel and violent Nordic ‘killers’. Lars Kepler flew in for his (their?) launch yesterday. As soon as I heard they (he?) was/were coming I asked for an interview. We had tried to find a mutually convenient time and place in Sweden, but it fell on the difference in school holidays. They (he) have a holiday home close to me, so it could have been ideal. But as it happened, London was easier.

The Hypnotist launch at Goldsboro Books

Alexandra and Alexander Ahndoril (it’s going to be such a pain working out what to call them…) deposited their children at school and then flew into London, met up with the witch and then went on to the launch of The Hypnotist at Goldsboro Books, which specialises in signed first editions. Covered in plastic, which I will have to be persuaded is a good idea. (It reminds me of the Beanie Baby Daughter was told to play with through a plastic bag so as not to ruin it for when she got to be as old as her mother! It could have suffocated in there.) I will however be putting my Debi Gliori Pure Dead Magic in a safe from now on.

The Hypnotist launch at Goldsboro Books

Goldsboro Books

A and A were surprisingly excited about the excitement of all this. Not the plastic, but the rest. I suppose it’s not every day you launch your first crime novel in London. They certainly dressed the part, and the rest of us were nowhere near as elegant. Alexandra wore red high heeled strappy sandals, which she could actually move about in. She wore a dress too, obviously. A green affair. Alexander had a suit on, which is not too common among Swedes.

The Hypnotist launch at Goldsboro Books

Lars Kepler, The Hypnotist

They sign their books three times, and yesterday they also added a quote. Goldsboro didn’t run to a signing table, so they signed on the edge of the bookcase, perilously close to the glasses of red wine. But they were only collectible books, so no matter…

The witch doesn’t move in crime circles often enough to recognise even a few at a gathering like this. The only one I ‘knew’ was Peter Guttridge, after ‘our’ weekend in Bristol a few years ago.

Lars Kepler thought I might be driving back. I didn’t admit to broomstick, so they are under the impression I went home by train. Of course I did. It was coach B for Bookwitch, as usual. It’s a good one. After you’ve walked all that way to reach it, you’re halfway to Manchester already.

Alexandra and Alexander Ahndoril

The Hypnotist

Three members of the same family have been slaughtered, with a fourth one (aged 15) in hospital, severely injured. The boy is hypnotised in an effort to save another life, and this brief act leads to so many horrific things happening, that you can barely grasp quite how many or how bad.

There are current problems and there are problems from ten years earlier, and they all intertwine, somehow. Or maybe they don’t and it just looks like it.

Is this going to be the next big thing from Sweden? I have no idea. It’s done very well in the original, and while the Larsson/Nesser/Mankell fever rages I see no reason why it shouldn’t make its authors rich. I’ve seen reviews which suggest it’s much better written than the Millennium trilogy. It might be, but it does lack one important thing for me, and that’s someone to like.

I realise the detective is meant to be an attractive character, but there’s not very much of Joona Linna, and he’s not attractive (=nice) enough. The hypnotist is a dreadfully wet wimp, with problems galore. Job goes badly, his health is iffy, the marriage is not good and his son disappears. And someone is trying to kill him. Trouble is, I kept feeling I wouldn’t mind if they did.

Lars Kepler, The Hypnotist

It is very bloody. It’s probably borderline for what I can read and not feel faint. There’s some pretty ugly gratuitous sex. I usually don’t mind sex scenes that feel as if they are there because ‘you have to have them’, but this was something else. The plot is farfetched and one of the solutions at the end feels really quite unlikely, even for fiction.

But, and it’s an important but, the book reads itself, more or less. I could have left it when I was 100 pages in, and nearly did due to the lack of loveliness, but it’s very much a page turner. In the end I read and read until I was done and went with less sleep than I needed to fit it in.

So, that says something.

There is already another book out by ‘Lars Kepler’ – Alexandra and Alexander Ahndoril – which is considered much better. I’m reading it right now, so will be able to report back at a later stage.

If you want more Nordic gore and misery The Hypnotist could be the book for you!