From Work in Progress
Mysteries are one of my favorite
summer indulgences, and these days it's often a Scandinavian mystery. The
greatest of all Nordic mysteries are undoubtedly the Martin Beck series, ten
sequential volumes written in the late 1960s and early 1970s by the Swedish
husband-and-wife team Maj Sjöwall and Per Wahlöö, who wanted to convey a
changing Swedish society through the crimes investigated by Detective Beck
and his band of policemen. Closer to our own time, the worthiest inheritors
of the Sjöwall-Wahlöö mantle that I've
been able to find are Henning Mankell's Kurt Wallander novels.
I should pause
here, though, to admit that my "undoubtedly" is not universally
agreed to. The poet Louise Glück -- who in her own way is as much of a
mystery addict as I am -- believes that the Kurt Wallander books are even
greater than the Martin Beck series. She is so adamant in her devotion, and
so effective in her expression of it, that she has almost begun to shake my
own conviction about the superiority of the Martin Becks.
I began reading the Kurt Wallander novels in the final years of the twentieth
century, when they first started appearing in English, and I have reread most
of them at least once since then...
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