![]() I think it is also a little bit funny and I hope it catches some of his combination of humour and mayhem." "But I wrote about films for 20 years and Alfred Hitchcock was my favourite director. "I suppose that scene is pretty disgusting," laughs Indridason, sipping coffee in a café overlooking the city of Reykjavik and the dramatic snow-covered heights of Mount Esja behind it. ![]() Enter Inspector Erlendur Sveinsson, Indridason's "gloomy Scandinavian" 50-something detective (broken marriage, heroin-addict daughter, lonely evenings reading Icelandic sagas), whose melancholy doggedness will cast light on deeply buried family history, wartime atrocities and booming economic change. ![]() It is revealed as a piece of bone, a 10cm-long strip of human rib, "off-white in colour and worn smooth where it had broken". The smiling little girl eventually comes nearer and the adult looks more intently at her scruffy toy. ![]() So opens Arnaldur Indridason's award-winning 2005 novel Silence of the Grave (translated by Bernard Scudder). As the sugar-filled excitement builds to an unbearable cacophony, an adult guest sits quietly watching a toddler gnawing on a toy. A child's birthday party in a new housing development on the outskirts of Reyk-javik. ![]()
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