Blue sky, green trees
The writing is clunky. The author puts Cardell in an inescapable position - a giant pins him to the ground by sitting on him, then proceeds to beat him senseless with the intention of killing him - and then skips over the miraculous escape, just having Cardell show up later having fought his way out. It's a cheap trick. Another instance of clunky writing: part 2 opens with a letter from a brother to a sister, and he has to say things like "Stockholm is so different from Karlskrona, where we grew up." The sister needs reminding that Karlskrona is where she grew up? Of course not, nobody would actually talk like that, but why doesn't the author understand that nobody would talk like that? Also, a brother wouldn't describe his morning poop to his sister in a letter. I don't know if I can say that the writing is generally bad, but it certainly isn't flowing the way a novel should.
I'm not finishing this book because aside from the clunky writing I'm not interested in the story, in fact I don't like the Scandi-Noir/torture porn genre at all. I wouldn't have picked it up on my own, a neighbor force-lent me the book and I felt obligated to at least give it a try. After 150 pages I can say that I'm not the reader for this book, time to move on.
The writing is clunky. The author puts Cardell in an inescapable position - a giant pins him to the ground by sitting on him, then proceeds to beat him senseless with the intention of killing him - and then skips over the miraculous escape, just having Cardell show up later having fought his way out. It's a cheap trick. Another instance of clunky writing: part 2 opens with a letter from a brother to a sister, and he has to say things like "Stockholm is so different from Karlskrona, where we grew up." The sister needs reminding that Karlskrona is where she grew up? Of course not, nobody would actually talk like that, but why doesn't the author understand that nobody would talk like that? Also, a brother wouldn't describe his morning poop to his sister in a letter. I don't know if I can say that the writing is generally bad, but it certainly isn't flowing the way a novel should.
I'm not finishing this book because aside from the clunky writing I'm not interested in the story, in fact I don't like the Scandi-Noir/torture porn genre at all. I wouldn't have picked it up on my own, a neighbor force-lent me the book and I felt obligated to at least give it a try. After 150 pages I can say that I'm not the reader for this book, time to move on.