Sjon’s highly acclaimed The Blue Fox (2004) begins with Baldur Skuggason, an Icelandic priest, in keen pursuit of a rare blue fox. I must admit, my heart initially sank as I started reading, as I… Continue reading
I can’t remember whose review it was that initially prompted me to buy Per Petterson’s Out Stealing Horses (2003), but along with the many other rave-review inspired, late night, impulse purchases, it has sat… Continue reading
Thus far, the stack of snowy reading and cosy ‘whodunnits’ that’s been keeping me company through these long Winter evenings has been top drawer. What with solving Icelandic crimes with Ragnar Jónasson and… Continue reading
On my way to work tonight I drove through a light swirling of the white stuff and was hoping against hope that on my return journey I might find the fields and hills… Continue reading
It’s the time of the year when, on opening the back door to let the sunshine in, it’s not uncommon to find a stray sheep or two grazing on our lawn. Spring has… Continue reading
If you’ve read my reviews of Snow Blind, Night Blind and Black Out you’ll know that if anything was going to test my book-buying ban, Rupture (translated by Quentin Bates), the latest edition of Ragnar Jónasson’s… Continue reading
It’s been a while since I read the first novel by Maj Sjöwall and Per Wahlöö, Roseanna, and as I’ve abandoned myself to my current craving for crime, I thought I’d dig out the… Continue reading
As the nights draws in each year, weather predictions start to appear about the forthcoming winter. The next one is always going to be ‘the big one’ with projections of record-breaking snowfall, plummeting… Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but sometimes the news of a forthcoming publication has me thinking ‘Ooo – interesting!’ before searching down the side of the sofa for a pencil to note down… Continue reading
I discovered Ragnar Jónasson’s Dark Iceland series (translated into English by Quentin Bates) earlier this year. Frustrated by the lack of winter snow here in grey, wet, West Wales, I revelled in the… Continue reading
