Jonas Trolle

This story deserved better than this.

Frankly, I expected a lot more from this, one of the most high-lighted criminal cases of the past years in Sweden. A very high-ranking police whose main goal is feminism, is found to have raped and abused a number of very young girls over who-knows-how many years.

The good thing: the person who wrote this book is police, and was part of the investigation from the beginning.

The bad things: the book should have been heavily edited. The language isn't "gritty"; it's just bad. There's no excitement, and every chapter ends as a bad film noir cliché, leaving a bad taste in my mouth. Imagine Raymond Chandler or David Simon without the good bits.

This book would been better if the author had just left his own personal dealings out of it, and the same goes for the dialogue shared with his colleagues; he should have been straightforward, or let an editor into his writing so that it would have run smoothly. I can't even count the number of times that I cringed while reading this, and longed for Hannes Råstam or another Swedish author that's dug deep into some case or other.

Portraying the main person as a Monster is just an easy way out, and I wish Trolle hadn't gone down that route. Everybody knows Lindberg did bad, but damn, this is just awful.… (meer)