Jon is on the run. He has betrayed Oslo’s biggest crime lord: The Fisherman.
Fleeing to an isolated corner of Norway, to a mountain town so far north that the sun never sets, Jon hopes to find sanctuary amongst a local religious sect.
Hiding out in a shepherd’s cabin in the wilderness, all that stands between him and his fate are Lea, a bereaved mother and her young son, Knut.
But while Lea provides him with a rifle and Knut brings essential supplies, the midnight sun is slowly driving Jon to insanity.
And then he discovers that The Fisherman’s men are getting closer…
Jo Nesbø’s follow up to his Blood on Snow noir series is what you would expect from his other novels. It features a mostly competent assassin on the run from his former employer. An assassin who has had one reason or another for the life of crime from whom he was trying to escape. The Fisherman from the first book is what ties these two books together. But there’s very little difference from Olav and Jon as both characters were reluctant assassins in one way or another.
Jon found himself on the run after he failed to deliver on his last assignment. And if there’s one thing he’s sure of about the Fisherman, is that he always finds what he’s after. In the remote northern town of Kåsund, he hopes to find sanctuary among a devout group of people. But he knows that peace is only temporary. Especially if money and drugs were involved.
There, he meets Lea and Knut; a mother and son townsfolk with whom he’d developed a kinship. He would later find out that Lea’s husband was lost at sea, and that they’ve lived a difficult life all through their existence. And with very little fanfare, he falls in love with Lea. He knew he shouldn’t entertain the thought of having a life after everything that’s happened. And with the Fisherman still gunning for his life, he couldn’t give Lea and Knut a future they both deserved.
TAMED PULP FICTION
This book is less deserving of the Scandinavian-noir tag being thrown around when one hears the name, Jo Nesbø. It was even-tempered and surprisingly romantic, which is a bit unusual for the genre, to be honest. The gore, which is characteristic of Nesbø’s books, came at the bitter end. Disappointing as it felt like an addendum more than anything. Regardless of how I felt about this instalment, I still consider Nesbø as my go-to whenever I’m in the mood for crime fiction.