Original title: Blod på snø
Edition Language: Russian
Series: Blood on Snow #1
This is the story of Olav: an extremely talented “fixer” for one of Oslo’s most powerful crime bosses. But Olav is also an unusually complicated fixer. He has a capacity for love that is as far-reaching as is his gift for murder. He is our straightforward, calm-in-the-face-of-crisis narrator with a storyteller’s hypnotic knack for fantasy. He has an “innate talent for subordination” but running through his veins is a “virus” born of the power over life and death. And while his latest job puts him at the pinnacle of his trade, it may be mutating into his greatest mistake.
I am a huge Nesbø fan and I was disappointed by a book. It is going to be my least favorite Nesbø book. I would never have started following this author if I'd read this one first. The book is only 189 pages long (in my addition at least) and it lacks the element of surprise. There is no mystery, no drama. Short, quick read but lacking in the depth and complexity that I have come to expect from Nesbø.
The book is about a fixer/killer who is rather decent at his job but has too much of a good heart. That makes him make a fatal mistake during one of his contacts that changes the game for him. The leading character is a limited one and not really that interesting, the story is mostly about killing and how it is looked upon.
There are a few bright spots that I definitely appreciated, but, in the end, I thought the whole book was pretty pointless. None of the characters are worth the trouble of caring about or rooting for.