Fiction - hardcover; Harvill Secker; 304 pages; 2013. Translated from the Icelandic. Review copy courtesy of the publisher.
Strange Shores is billed as the last in Arnuldur Indridason's long-running Reykjavik series, a series which I've loved following ever since I discovered it in 2006 (you can read all my reviews here).
I had mixed feelings about reading this book: I couldn't wait to see what happened to Detective Erlunder (he's been "on leave" in the last two books in the series), but at the same time I didn't want to read it because that would mean I had no more left to enjoy. In the end, I couldn't resist...
Two missing person cases
As with many of Indriðason's novels, this one has two narrative threads, each one looking at a missing person case from the past.
The first focuses on Matthildur, a fisherman's wife, who disappeared in a notorious blizzard in 1942, never to be seen again, and the second looks at Detective Erlunder's own brother, Beggi, who was lost in a similar blizzard when he was eight years old, a tragedy which has left deep emotional scars on the policeman. (While you could easily read Strange Shores without having read any of the previous titles in the series, those who have followed Erlunder's journey from the start will find this aspect especially fascinating.)
The book feels like a police procedural as Erlunder painstakingly examines what happened to Matthildur under the guise of doing historical research; it is not an official police investigation. This is just as well, because what he discovers threatens to destroy an elderly man's life and much of it is hard to prove. As he goes about piecing together the jigsaw of Matthildur's case, Erlunder looks for clues related to his own missing brother, which results in two deftly woven storylines.
Slightly clunky structure
But the structure of the book poses a dilemma for the writer: how to explain incidents from the past when Erlunder is looking for evidence in the present? Indriðason solves this by having Matthildur's story recalled by a character who remembers her well, but his account is not written in conversational dialogue, as per a police interview, as one might expect, but by an omnipresent narrator — I'm not sure I liked this approach, which felt slightly clunky and at odds with the rest of the book's third-person style.
That said, once the book gets going it is a fascinating story and the resolution of Mattildur's disappearance feels authentic and believable. Readers who like retribution in their crime novels may find Erlunder's balanced, free-from-judgemental approach difficult to comprehend, but to me this was one of the most appealing aspects of the novel.
Of course, when you come to the final book in a long-running series, you want to know what happens to the central character. Erlunder has never been a happy man. He has investigated some pretty horrible crimes, experienced distressing fallout from his failed marriage, seen his adult daughter succumb to drug addiction and watched his son struggle to find his place in the world. And all the while he has been obsessed (and psychologically damaged) by the death of his younger brother when he was a youngster. Would he find happiness at last in this final novel?
I'm not going to give that away, but let me say that the ending is beautifully ambiguous, because it's not clear if the event in which "he takes Bergur's hand in his and together they walk along the river into the bright morning" is meant to be a dream or not. I couldn't think of a more perfect way to say goodbye to one of my favourite fictional characters...