My father and sister have a strong affinity for Scandinavian authors, the darker the better.
Smilla’s Sense of Snow by Peter Hoeg was my first venture into Scandinavian literature, a gift from my father back in 1992. Years later, he introduced me to Stieg Larson a few months before the world went crazy over the The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo; I appreciated his foresight keeping me in front of the main stream-it made me feel kind of cool. Not long after, he sprung Jo Nesbo on me with Headhunters, a perfect introduction to Nesbo’s world. Recently on a phone call, he asked if I was interested in Nesbo’s newest release. I said yes.
The Thirst showed up a week later. Nesbo, like his protagonist Harry Hole, needs no introduction. Nesbo’s 11th in the Harry Hole series, The Thirst reinforces Nesbo as one of the premier thriller writers on the galleys today.
Harry Hole, now sober and married-something that will come as a mild shock for anyone who has read previous Harry Hole novels-is now retired from solving violent crimes, taking up an innocuous position teaching at the police academy. But a serial killer with iron teeth and a vampire’s desire for blood is wreaking havoc in Oslo and he’s got Harry Hole on his mind. When Harry realizes this killer is the one who got away, he reluctantly takes sabbatical from retirement.
With a strong supporting cast and a plot line that keeps twisting, The Thirst will add nefarious shadows to your dreams. If you’re going to add Jo Nesbo to your reading list, I recommend you start with The Bat, Harry Hole’s introduction to the literary landscape.