Las Marismas

Gulli, el viejo portero de uno de los más conocidos hoteles de Reykjavik, aparece desnudo y acuchillado hasta morir en su miserable habitación en el sótano. Pero Gulli es mucho más que un simple portero que se disfrazaba de Papa Noel todas las navidades, es un completo misterio. Veinte años en el hotel y nadie le conoce realmente. Erlendur Sveinsson decide alojarse en el mismo hotel en busca de la asesina, que, también de eso cree estar convencido, aún debe permanecer muy cerca, pese a que las vacaciones de Navidad están ya encima y el hotel completo. Mientras que al director tan sólo le importa que el asesinato permanezca oculto y su reputación intacta. Erlendur, sin embargo, recibe la visita de su hija, que de nuevo se adentra entre las brumas de la droga y el alcohol, dejando al inspector al borde de la desesperación y la impotencia.

El hallazgo de un esqueleto humano enterrado en una colina en las afueras de Reykjavik pone en una situación difícil al detective Erlendur y sus ayudantes: no sólo necesitan recurrir a un equipo de arqueólogos que empleará varios días para recuperarlo en buenas condiciones, sino que además éstos les advierten desde las primeras paladas de que no se trata de un cadáver reciente, y que probablemente puede corresponder a un enterramiento de unos sesenta años atrás. Desde que conocen este dato, y sin saber a ciencia cierta la identidad del enterrado, los investigadores se yen inmersos en la compleja reconstrucción de unos hechos ocurridos durante la Segunda Guerra Mundial, cuando las tropas aliadas estaban acantonadas en esos montes, entonces alejados de la capital y habitados sólo a medias, y que les sumerge poco a poco en la dramática historia privada de algunas familias de la época, rememorada por los ecos de los pocos habitantes de aquella zona que aún quedan con vida.

Un rompecabezas complicado para un atribulado Erlendur, que tiene que enfrentarse a sus propios fantasmas familiares cuando recibe una fugaz llamada de su problemática hija Eva Lind, a la que hace mucho que no ve y para la que nunca ha sido precisamente un modelo de padre, y que sólo tiene tiempo de pedirle auxilio antes de que se corte la comunicación.

Reykjavik police detective Erlendur Sveinsson and his team investigate the murder of a dark-skinned Asian boy, found frozen in his own blood one midwinter day outside a rundown apartment block. The author imbues the self-doubting Erlendur with enormous depth, as an insecure father unable to show his love for his errant son and daughter as well as a troubled professional who’s made pain his constant companion. Indridason also lays bare the plight of Thai women brought to Iceland, married and soon divorced by Icelanders, left to raise their children alone in a culture, a climate and a language they don’t understand. On top of this national tragedy is the universal problem of bored, unsupervised youth, raised with no respect for authority and awash in fast food, rock music and violent computer games. Indridason has produced a stunning indictment of contemporary society.

Detective Inspector Erlendur is enjoying his summer vacation shut up in his apartment, reading one of his favorite missing-persons stories, when a skeleton tied to a Russian listening device is uncovered. Erlendur takes over the investigation with his usual dogged and obsessive style. No one else really cares about a murdered missing person who might have been a spy, but Erlendur refuses to give up his quest, even if it means digging into Iceland’s socialist past. Erlendur’s enigmatic and irascible former boss, Marion, becomes more than a voice on the phone, as Erlendur, after learning that Marion is seriously ill, begins to visit him. The development of the series characters helps move along the leisurely investigation and keeps the reader engaged. The missing-persons theme and the exploration of Icelandic history and society remain the trademarks of this outstanding series.

Caution — British spelling.

In einem angesehenen Hotel in Reykjavik wird der Portier erstochen aufgefunden, als Weihnachtsmann verkleidet. Ein rätselhafter Mord, den Erlendur und seine Kollegen von der Kripo Reykjavik aufklären sollen, ohne die internationalen Gäste zu verschrecken. Island darf nicht zu spannend und zu abenteuerlich sein! Um den Tod des alten Mannes schert sich eigentlich niemand, kein Mensch will etwas mit ihm zu tun gehabt haben. Wer aber hat Interesse, einen zurückgezogen lebenden Portier aus dem Weg zu räumen? Erlendur quartiert sich kurzerhand im Hotel ein, um den Beweggründen auf die Spur zu kommen. Wieder einmal reichen die Fäden weit in die Vergangenheit zurück …

In einem See südlich von Reykjavik wird ein Toter entdeckt. Der Wasserspiegel hatte sich nach einem Erdbeben drastisch gesenkt und ein menschliches Skelett sichtbar werden lassen. Es ist an ein russisches Sendegerät angekettet. Ein natürlicher Tod ist ausgeschlossen. Hat man sich hier eines Spions entledigt? Erlendur, Elínborg und Sigurđur Óli von der Kripo Reykjavik werden mit der Lösung des Falls beauftragt. Ihre Nachforschungen führen sie in das Leipzig der Nachkriegsjahre, wo eine tragische Geschichte um Liebe, Verlust und berechnende Grausamkeit ihren Anfang nahm …

It's 1945: a German bomber flies over Iceland in a blizzard; the crew have lost their way and eventually crash on the Vatnajokull glacier, the largest in Europe. Puzzlingly, there are both German and American officers on board. One of the senior German officers claims that their best chance of survival is to try to walk to the nearest farm and sets off, a briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. He soon disappears into the white vastness. 1999, mid-winter, and the US Army is secretively trying to remove an aeroplane from the Vatnajokull glacier. By coincidence two young Icelanders become involved – but will pay with their lives. Before they are captured, one of the two contacts his sister, Kristin, who will not rest until she discovers the truth of her brother's fate. Her pursuit puts her in great danger, leading her, finally, to a remote island off Argentina in search of the key to the riddle about Operation Napoleon.

На дне обмелевшего озера Клейварватн обнаружен скелет с пробитым черепом. Рядом — привязанный веревкой радиопередатчик русского производства. Инспектор Эрленд из полиции Рейкьявика берется за расследование обстоятельств гибели. Следы уводят в глубь десятилетий, в эпоху «холодной войны», тотального шпионажа, социалистических идей и подпольной политической деятельности студентов-исландцев в ГДР. Дело грозит обернуться международным скандалом. «Пересыхающее озеро» — не просто захватывающий шпионский детектив, созданный признанным мастером, исландским писателем Арнальдом Индридасоном. Этот роман выходит далеко за рамки жанра и рассказывает о надеждах и разочарованиях, мечтах и личных драмах поколения «холодной войны», которые спустя десятилетия оказались вынесены на всеобщий суд.

In Erlendur is a recently promoted detective. His world is dominated by drug-dealers, a cold case involving a missing schoolgirl, a CIA operative and the murky history of America’s presence in Iceland.

In the windswept volcanic landscape of south-west Iceland, a vast aircraft hangar rises behind the perimeter fence of the US naval air base. It is night. Inside the hangar, colossal scaffolding reaches to the roof where contractors have been working. There is a clang and a length of piping falls to the ground from a high platform, followed almost immediately by a dull thud as a man’s body falls after it.

Several miles away, a woman is swimming in the milky-blue lagoon formed from waste water pumped out by a geothermal power station. It is an eerie, remote spot but the waters have healing properties. Steam rises from the blue-white lagoon and the moss-grown lava. In the background towers the floodlit bulk of the power station. The ghostly light reveals a shoe sticking out of the water, attached to a body.

Also published as “Jar City”.

When a lone septuagenarian is murdered in his apartment in the Nordurmyri district of Reykjavik, detective inspector Erlendur Sveinsson is called in, along with partner Sigurdur Oli and female colleague Elínborg. Everyone is related to everyone else in Iceland and refer to one another by first name, even formally. Erlendur is about 50, long divorced, with two kids in varying degrees of drug addiction. The victim, a man called Holberg, turns out to have been a nasty piece of work, and Erlendur is disgusted by the series of rapes Holberg apparently committed. The rapes and the deaths of a number of young women may be connected, and the search brings Erlendur to the forensic lab, whose old “jar city,” since disbanded, held research organs. Meanwhile, Erlendur’s daughter, Eva Lind, is pregnant and still using; she flits in and out of his life angrily, but may be crying out for help. Reykjavik’s physicality, and the fact that crimes are relatively rare in Iceland, gives things a defamiliarizing cast.

Won Glass Key award in 2002 (Nordic crime fiction award).

Caution — British spelling.