The Girl in the Spider’s Web … a review

I enjoyed the Millenium series immensely. I read them in the summer of 2011 and all I remember of that summer is the entirety of those books and reading them at various places battling the Delhi heat. So when I heard that there was going to be a fourth book, I was surprised that it had almost next to none publicity. I mean, when Mockingbird‘s sequel released in July, the world practically drove themselves into a frenzy!

Anyway, the original author is dead, so this is controversially written by David Lagercrantz,who has continued on from where Larsson left off. I will not tell you about the controversy here because you can Google it. What I will tell you is that the way he has done it is impressive. The book is very well written and reads seamlessly like the previous ones (although I am mindful that I have read them all in translation).

Lizbeth, one of the most striking and unforgettable characters in modern fiction is portrayed with class and finesse, something that readers have admired bout her. Our journalist Blomkvist and his business partner Berger are just the same, like old friends to the reader. And the plot too, is well thought out and well researched. As usual, Nordic noir is set in the backdrop of a cold frigid winter and that always heightens the excitement. But the action spans across various locations and the inclusion of a child with special needs just ties up everything brilliantly.

What I will say is though that the pace seemed a little slow as compared to the previous books. Those ones were thicker and more complex plot-wise. But I suppose that is where the difference of the actual author comes out. For what it’s worth, Lagercrantz has done a fine job and I really hope that he continues to rite more novels with the same beloved characters. Especially if Craig and Mara are around to act in the movies!

Death of a Demon … a review

So once the Fringe was done, I was itching to get back to reading. I have read a ridiculously low number of books this year and am hoping to remedy that in the colder months. So, to get myself in the zone, I needed something fast paced and light. So, I turned to Scandi noir and picked up an author I hadn’t read before. Possibly because I didn’t think Anne was a Scandinavian name (my bad).

So this book ticked all the boxes for me… when the murder happens two chapters in, I’m very pleased. A foster home carer is murdered and a disturbed child has escaped – the obvious is obviously not true and detective inspector Hanne is on the case. She has baggage of her own, as does the murdered lady, as we find out. The eventual homing in on the murderer is approached very well – with a combination of clues and chance and charm..

I enjoyed this. It is not the greatest murder thriller of all time. But if you’re looking for a good commute read or a snuggle in bed on a cold day read, go for this lady’s books. Good stuff.

#writing201 #fingers #prosepoem #assonance

A Week In-sanity

day 01
The webbed fingers of lotus leaf veins, move outwards, and quiver along the surface of water. When the breeze makes them gently sway, they send ripples out, like a thought stream that has just entered my mind.

day 02
The bile yellow light of the bulb spills out of the windows and onto the fingers of the roof thatch. A cricket sings, a flog croaks, and hot summer sweat runs down the back of the woman in the kitchen, making rotis.

day 03
When she sang out loud, all he wanted to do was run his fingers down her neck, the back of it, her spine, and the small of her back. He thought he was in love, until he met her… now he is obsessed with her voice.

day 04
On a cold, blue morning, as the sun tried to come up the horizon and push out through the clouds like the birthing of a child, dull gold sunlight crept in through the blinds in slanted fingers of honey.

day 05
Cycling down the steep slope, no brakes, pedals freewheeling… the wind cuts through her hair and makes it blow past her ears in dark black fingers of freedom… she comes to a slow halt as the slopes die down.

day 06
In a glade within a dark, deep forest, a lone flower grows, with finger-like scarlet petals. A sudden stillness is disturbed by a sensational flurry of butterflies, as they twine up in turrets and go higher, higher.

day 07
On his palette, an explosion of colours. I asked him, ‘What are you going to draw for me?’ ‘Your hands,’ he said. ‘All those colours, friend?’ ‘So I can trace the outline of every finger as I see it in my head – different.’

#writing201 #heroine #ballad #anaphora

Song for Sweet Isabel

Sweet Isabel by the North Sea,
Had naught to love.
Maybe she said, it was not to be,
On land nor heaven above.

Her days were spent in darkened thought,
Her nights on a cold hard bed,
Her mind with black stories fraught,
Of being stone cold dead.

With heavenly beauty was she born,
But only wished to die.
Her hair, the colour of ripened corn,
Her eyes, the colour of the sky.

Sweet Isabel by the North Sea,
Had naught to love.
Maybe she said, it was not to be,
On land nor heaven above.

One day she met a bonnie lad,
And gave her heart to him,
With him she could never be sad,
He seemed come from her whim.

He took her out on moonlit nights,
And on the days they swam out to sea.
He said he understood her plight,
And was her love to be.

Sweet Isabel by the North Sea,
Had naught to love.
Maybe she said, it was not to be,
On land nor heaven above.

Decades passed and moons went by…
And on a grey damp morn,
The foam was low, the waves were high
Sweet Isabel’s heart was shorn!

For the lad was but a selkie man,
Whose heart belonged to none.
He swam away, bid back to his clan,
With nary a backward song.

Sweet isabel back in her shell,
Vowed never to give her heart.
From heaven she had come to hell,
And now she couldn’t tell them apart.

Sweet Isabel by the North Sea,
Had naught to love.
Maybe she said, it was not to be,
On land nor heaven above.

#writing201 #fog #elegy #metaphor

Elegy for Edinburgh

On this night in February,
I watch pinprick starlight
faintly disturb darkness.
The moon, sublime,
not quite round yet,
not quite white, hangs low
and you weave your black magic
over me.
O city of sights
and gothic architecture!
O city of the 56th North!
You fill me with the memories
of days lost and lyrics
lying scattered
on the sidewalk…

When the haar* rolls in
from the Firth
and covers all of your
presence –
the stars, the moon –
all snuffed out candles,
I feel as though
a curtain has been pulled over
the eyes of my mind.
Rest now, good night.

*Scots word referring to a cold sea fog on the east coast of Scotland.

I Truly Lament … Blog Tour

I am going to be participating in a blog tour and hosting a few things this upcoming week. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book and I hope to see you readers around this space. Other bloggers are participating as well, and if you are interested, here is a list:

Jan. 12 – Bobbie @ Nurture Your BOOKS

Jan. 13 – A.E. @ A.E. Albert: A Writer’s Blog

Jan. 14 – Jaidis @ Juniper Grove

Jan. 16 – Mathias @ Mathias B. Freese: A Writer’s Blog

Jan. 20 – Fran @ Just Reviews

Jan. 21 – Bobbie @ Nurture Your BOOKS

Jan. 23 – Mathias @ Mathias B. Freese: A Writer’s Blog

Feb. 3 – Rachel @ Leather Bound Pounds

I’m sure they will all be good reads.

Link to the Author’s website: http://www.mathiasbfreese.com/

See you around! And here’s a gorgeous picture from just now

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Upcoming Blog Tour

You might remember a recent review of a Holocaust based book that I put up. Go read it again. Here!

I’m very excited to announce that the author Matt Freese, who by the way, is a very interesting gentleman with many things to talk about, is going to stop by my blog. He will have written about a topic I have posted to him and will also be answering a few questions. The tour runs from January 12th- February 13th, 2015 and I will be participating in January, hurray! I really enjoy finding out from authors what makes them tick and I hope you lot will stop by too.

About the book: “A weirdly wonderful short story collection exploring the Holocaust from diverse perspectives in literary styles ranging from gothic and romantic to phantasmagoric.”

I Truly Lament: Working Through the Holocaust is a varied collection of stories: inmates in death camps; survivors of these camps; disenchanted Golems complaining about their designated rounds; Holocaust deniers and their ravings; collectors of Hitler curiosa (only recently a few linens from Hitler’s bedroom suite went up for sale!); an imagined interview with Eva Braun during her last days in the Berlin bunker; a Nazi camp doctor subtly denying his complicity; and the love story of a Hungarian cantor, among others.

 Title: I Truly Lament: Working Through the Holocaust

Author: Mathias B. Freese
Genre: Literary Fiction
Formats: Paperback & eBook
Published by: Wheatmark
ISNB: 9781627871617
Pub. Date: Sept. 14, 2014
Number  of pages: 252
Content Warning: 18+ for graphic violence
Purchase at: Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com

Other than that, good friends, Happy New Year 2015! Have a great one. And as always, thanks for sticking around in 2014 🙂

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