Sometimes the Argentinians use glass coffins so that you can look at your loved ones even after their death. I was invited to look into one of those coffins during my time in Argentina. It contained a young man who had died during the military junta and ithe experiencetouched me deeply.The thoughts that sprung up became the first seeds ofmy thriller Good Girls don’t tell.
During my time in that country it was obvious that the wounds in the Argentinian soul are still deep. I was there during the nineties, working as an archaeologist in the northern city of La Rioja. I was there to excavate an old pre-Incan settlement. We didn´t find much, some bowls with leopards on them and some house foundations, but it was still interesting digging in the red soils of the Pre-Andes while the sun burnt our backs. I also stayed with a selfproclaimed shamanwoman, who had an altar with Marilyn Monroe in her hallway and a dogkennel in her backyard, but it was the stories of the people around me that really stuck in my mind. One of them were about a woman who had disappeared in the military regime’sbasement in their headquarters in Buenos Aires, where she later gave birth, just to have her child stolen and given away for adoption.This was quite a business at the time and an estimated 500 children were stolen at birth from their mothers, who were killed or disappeared, which in most cases meant the same thing.
It took me ten years before I actually wrote my boo. By, then I was married, had children and had switched my career and become a news reporter. My son unfortunately had 16 allergies from birth and was very sensitive to infections so I took a year off from the paper I currently worked at to be able to be at home. In this year I also wrote this book. And I didn´t go back to the paper afterwords. I had found my mission and I couldn´t imagine to do much else than to follow it. It turned out well, my books are now translated into many languages.
My life experiences, good and bad and some viscous thoughts mixed well, like a green, toxic cocktail and it turned out to be this rather viscous thriller.
The sugar in the cocktail is my main characters, a vunerable, lovable family, the smart therapist Linn, her slow but kind police husband Magnus and their two little girls. A loving, ordinary family who suddenly find themselves in extreme danger.
The bitterness is the brutal killer who stalks them, while Magnus, with the help of Linn tries to follow the trail back to Argentina and the tortured souls of the military junta. The cold snowy swedish suburb Åkersberga and the hot red mountains of La Rioja in Argentina suddenly clashes.
As an archaeologist, I dug for ancient truths. In this book, I have hidden them. And I hope you enjoy reading it.
Good Girls Don’t Tell by Liselotte Roll translated from the Swedish by Ian Giles is published by World Editions price £9.99 paperback original