January 9th, 2008


I just finished the book Depths by Henning Mankell. I really like his work, especially the Wallender novels, but this one is a big single piece that is the strangest read. I will avoid the plot, just say that it is a book that from beginning to end is very strange, almost mesmeric, but never totally gripping. To the last page I couldn't decide whether I was enjoying it or resisting it. It is very grim and largely told from the point of view of a man who is probably soul-less and perhaps essentially evil. And the whole thing has the quality of a Shakespearean tragedy, and maybe even successfully so. I am a person who usually decides quickly if I like something, so the dangling-man phenomenon of this book is very disconcerting. Would I recommend it? I don't know. Isn't that strange?