March 58 by Jo Nesbø. Fragments of his novels and new book in April

Photography: (c) Erik Birkeland

A Jo Nesbø, the Viking master of black novel and Infant, they fall today 58 March. On the 29th it saw its first light, surely quite dark, in Oslo. Last year we were celebrating the 20th anniversary of the first light of its most famous creature, Commissioner Harry Hole. And also around this time we were talking with the writer in Barcelona.

In this 2018 the next April 5 his new book is published, Macbeth, his particular version of the Shakespearean classic about corrupt cops in rainy 70s Oslo. But today to blow out those 58 candles I select one collection of phrases and excerpts from his series on Hole. They are not all that they are, but they are all that they are. Well, let it be another 58 March and its admirers to the core let's see them. Skål!

Many thanks to the members of Hooked on Jo Nesbø for the compilation of these and other phrases over time.

The bat

  • “Violence is like Coca-Cola and the Bible. A classic."

******

  • “All my life I have been surrounded by people who love me. I've always had everything I've ever wanted. Ultimately, I cannot explain why I ended up as I did. A breath of air stroked Harry's hair, so soft and light he had to close his eyes. Why did I end up becoming an alcoholic. "

Cockroaches

“—You are not publishing inconsistent claims from a drunken cop, Hole.

"If it's a 'famous' drunk cop, they will."

******

"-Nothing. Thanks, Oddgeir. By the way, I've already put down the bottle.

"Ah." How many days ago?

"Eighty hours."

-It's hard?

-Well. At least the monsters are still under the bed. I thought it was going to be worse.

"This is just beginning, remember you're going to have bad days."

"Are there other types?"

Petirrojo

  • Harry lit a cigarette, inhaled the smoke, and tried to imagine how the blood capillaries in the lung walls greedily absorbed nicotine. He had fewer and fewer years to live and the idea that he would never quit smoking filled him with a strange satisfaction. "

******

“—I've heard that you keep spending your hours sitting in the Schrøder restaurant, is that true, Harry?

"Less than ever, boss." They have so many good programs on TV!

"But you keep sitting there for hours, right?"

"They just don't like you standing."

-Come now! Are you back to drinking?

-The minimum.

"What minimum?"

"If I drank less, they would kick me out of there."

Nemesis

  • “Losing your life is not the worst thing that can happen to a person. Harry already knew what was coming next. The worst thing is to lose the reason to live. "

******

  • He looked at Harry. An alcoholic. A messy one. An unbearable stubborn and arrogant at times. And your best researcher.

Devil's star

  • “—Rakel doesn't try to change me. She is a wise woman. He prefers to leave me. "

******

Aune smiled, looked at his watch, and got up.

"You are a very strange person, Harry."

He put on his tweed jacket.

"I know you've been drinking lately, but you look better." Is the worst over, this time?

Harry shook his head.

"I'm just sober."

The Redeemer

  • “—I think you have to find something you like about yourself to survive. Some would say that being alone is unsociable and selfish. But you are independent and you don't drag anyone down with you when you go there. Many people fear being alone. But it made me free, strong and invulnerable. "

******

  • "—She said so. That I was a submarine. That I descend to the darkest and the coldest, where you cannot breathe, and I only come to the surface once every two months. He didn't want to keep me company down there. It is logical."

The Snowman

  • “—I am one of those who have a lot of experience in losing control. I have hardly trained myself in anything other than to run amok. I am a black belt in loss of control. "

******

"'And what is your unhappiness, Harry?

The words came out before he had time to think.

"Because I want someone who loves me."

The leopard

"The customs officer stared at Hagen with the face of not wanting to resign, but when he saw the signal that an older customs officer with gold badges on his shoulder pads gave him with his eyes closed, he gave his hand one last turn before to take it out. The victim complained a bit.

"Put your pants on, Harry," Hagen said, and turned away.

Harry dressed and turned to the customs man, who was removing his latex glove.

"Did you like it too?"

******

"'Did you drink, Harry?

"Do you want to hear it?"

"Your grandfather drank." I loved him so much. Drunk or sober. Not many people can say the same for a drunk parent. No, I don't want to hear it.

-Already.

"And I can say the same about you." I love you. Forever. Drunk or sober. It hasn't even been difficult. Although you were very combative. You were up against the majority, including yourself. But loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done, Harry.

-Father…

"There is no time to talk about unimportant things, Harry." I don't know if I've told you before, I think so, but sometimes we think about something so much that we think we've said it out loud. I have always been proud of you. "

Ghost

  • "-You are right. There are things that can be left behind, Rakel. The trick against ghosts is to dare to stare at them long enough to understand that this is exactly what they are. Ghosts Lifeless and powerless ghosts. "

******

  • "—I understand that this is my mission in life, darling, to spread joy."

Police

  • "'We will always remember Harry," said Bjørn Holm. Unbeatable, unmatched. "

******

“—Øystein, I need advice.

"Well, no, don't get married." A wonderful woman, Rakel, but marriage brings more trouble than fun. Listen to an old house fox.

"But, Øystein, you have never been married."

"Well, that's why I say it."

Thirst

“—Harry? -whisper.

-I wake? His deep, calm voice was his usual.

-I was dreaming about you.

He slipped into the room without turning on the light as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his shirt over his head.

-With me? That is wasting your dreams. I am yours".

******

  • Harry opened his mouth, heard the gurgling of blood, and bit again. His mouth filled with hot blood. It may have hit the artery, it may not. I swallowed, it was like drinking a thick sauce that tasted disgustingly sweet. "

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