muse, then Muse

I find it deeply disturbing to find a book in my Kindle library (which Amazon politely tells me I purchased on August 29, 2014) that I have no idea why or how I bought it (or even when, but Amazon tells me what I actually do not, did not … know). I suppose this was when Tony was going through his “Nordic detective tales” phase.   He did buy me several of these murder-under-the-midnight-sun series, including Wallander; maybe starting with Wallander, I don’t remember.     I discovered Stieg Larsson all on my own.    (NB the only film version of this to watch is with Michael Nyqvist, Noomi Rapace, Sven-Bertil Taube, and Peter Andersson, produced by Yellow Bird in Sweden … as close to perfect, as could possibly be).   Anyhoo …. Published in 2011, long after Silence of the Lambs, with a fairly Lamby-endgame, that stretches suspense to tedium as one drags oneself to the close.    The central characters hold your attention.    The downf...

What an incredible experience this book is. Nike yourself. Just do it.   Close this blog, go buy it and read it.   Simple, my work is done.   And do NOT … do what I did. I made the catastrophic bad choice of looking on Amazon to see what 'regular folks' thought of it; and of course, like a kid picking a scab, I had to read what the people who 'one-starred' it had to say.  (why do we do things like this... there were lovely, extensive discussions by people who adored the book ... nope, I went right for the haters...  we'll have to look into that at some point). The most reasoned 'slams' seem to be centered on a dislike for the central character, Ifemelu.   That she 'felt nothing' and was 'not relatable' and variations on that theme from just Ifemelu, to every person in   the book (okay, those were less well reasoned, I grant you). I was not aware that stories had to be filled with likable people, the world sure isn’t.    So this wins ‘...