Sun of Blood, by Jo Nesbø. Review

Blood sun is the latest novel just published here by Jo Nesbø. It arrives after four years and still has to come the kingdom (The kingdom), which has already been released in Norway and other countries. I could read it then and this was my review that I have barely modified after its rereading. For those of us who are unconditional of Nesbø and read what is needed of it. And for those who don't.

Blood sun - Jo Nesbø

I keep the original title, Midnight Sun, changed here for reasons of marketing and coincidence with another of a very famous saga of vampires. But, honestly, I do not think that the readers of both will be confused with what they want to read.

The fact is that the original title defines exactly the place, the climate and the continuous transition between darkness and light that the protagonist makes, Jon hansen -or Ulf, as he says to call himself under his little achieved appearance of innocent and clueless hunter— when comes to a tiny lost town north farthest north of all nortes.

There he meets and feels with a mixture of fire, air, faith, atheism, fanaticism, crime, fear, loneliness, darkness with the perpetual clarity of that midnight sun in the middle of August, cowardice, surrender, redemption, love in all its forms, parenthood, loss, pain, hopelessness and hope. To this it contributes that the community that inhabits the town is as closed as ultraconservative.

Hansen is going to find Knut, a boy of ten, and his mother Lea, a woman with a personal story full of drama and surprises.

They said that, but they didn't know. Nobody knows. Not me, not you, not a priest, not an atheist. That is why we have faith. We believe, because it is better than realizing that there is only one thing waiting for us deep down, and that is the dark, the cold. Death.

La flight Hansen's nowhere also comes to an end. We are back in the 70 years and has made a play on Fisherman, the biggest bigwig in the Oslo mafia (known in Blood in the snow), and now they're going for it. All for his incompetence, or rather, for his inability to kill. He considers himself a coward, a pathetic loser That he has made many mistakes, and when he arrives at that place next to the Arctic, he senses that it may be his last escape.

Su relationship with the hermetic population, but especially with the small and inquisitive Knut and his reserved but intuitive mother they are going to force him to make a decision once and for all. Or to give up altogether.

Here I am and I love you. Throw me out if you have to, if you can. But I am here offering you my hands, and here is my beating heart.

So we have to Jo Nesbø has definitely become the ultimate romantic. He writes a crime novel, yes, but deep down he is that, a romantic. Maybe it could be the age, the need to tell shorter and more intimate stories perhaps for himself more than for the reader (the first person narrator is ideal for that), or to become reflections own about beliefs and feelings. Sometimes we need that and we just take a familiar story and tell it in our own way. And we already know how Mr. Nesbø's style is.

On the one hand, in the end, I feared the worst, but I was surprised that it could happen after Blood in the snow. On the other hand, I was again surprised by that capacity to be reading one thing that then becomes another, the suspense maintained until the last minute, and that grotesque touch (whoever has read it will remember that tremendous and eschatological scene in headhunters) that here goes more to what gore in another very graphic image. Hint: there is a similar one in the movie RobRoy.

I've read that has become soft, who is getting fond of the first person of criminals with good background, that the latter novels they are too much short o predictable or fairy tales without substance. And also to the staunch of Harry hole, who think that, except for their stories, the rest does not convince them (Macbeth, The heir…). I too am from Hole to the core, but the one who writes it is Nesbø. And here and in all his work he remains firm in his criteria that he repeats over and over again: that love and death are the fundamental themes on which everything revolves.

So what am I going to do? I like. Throughout.

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