When the body of a woman is discovered in wartime Reykjavik’s ‘shadow district’, suspicion falls on American soldiers, who have brought changes to the social life of the Icelandic capital. So the investigation is handled in tandem, by an Iceland cop, Flovent, and an American MP named Thorson, a Canadian solider seconded to the Americans because he actually speaks Icelandic. Murder investigation is literally a new thing for the Icelandic police, and they are still feeling their way around an investigation; Thorson, of course, is a soldier not a detective.
In modern Reykavik, a 90 year old man is found dead in his bed. A few days later, when an autopsy reveals he was suffocated, and the police investigate, all they find are some cuttings from that murder case in World War II. At which point Konrad, a retired police detective, is asked by his former colleague Marta to, unofficially, take a look.
The underlying theme behind Arnaldur Indridason’s novels, explicit in some like his first in English, Jar City, has always been the uneasy conflict between traditional Iceland, a society sealed almost hermetically for centuries, and modern Iceland. His detective Erlendur loves to eat horse head; his colleague Sigurdur Oli loves all things American. Indridason wrote a stand-alone contemporary thriller involving Americans and Nazi bomber lost in 1945; the cold war figures in Draining Lake. World War II was the catalyst for this change, and that is the engine which powers this exceptional story, as its two strands grow closer and intertwine.
This takes us back to a society that seems more like Ibsen, if not Dickens, than the modern Iceland in which Erlendur worked, and it’s significant that Konrad is a retired cop, someone who still has a foot in the past. It’s not even that he is a typical Scandi ‘depressive detective’ the way Erlendur was so brilliantly drawn. He’s a quiet old man, trying to connect the past and the present. There’s more than a hint of Conrad too in the way the story plays out, as it very quietly becomes more and more dark, with twists and shocks, as well as the sadness of the years that passed between crime and punishment. Indridason is easily the finest of the contemporary Nordic crime writers, and though the label ‘Nordic Noir’ is slapped on anything written north of Schleswig-Holstein, this comes closer than most to living up to it. At any rate, it’s one of the finest crime novels of this or any year.
The Shadow District by Arnaldur Indridason
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