The Curious Cases of Erlendur and Wallander


Inspector Erlendur

In the days of constant police drama across the country, I’ve found myself inadvertently reading more Scandinavian crime novels than ever. This is partly due to the fact that they’re so accessible and easy to follow during busy summer travels. You don’t need to take cryptic notes about who is who and where you left off and all the symbols that you might with high literature.

There’s something enchanting about the thought of lying on a beach, totally absorbed in the most morbid of crime novels, trying desperately to determine who killed who and what is about to unfold and how you were right from the very beginning (I’m almost never right).

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