Among the few Scandinavian authors to whom I am attached Jussi Adler Olsen deserves a mention. I do not know if this is due to the translation, but I did not have the impression of being immersed in a good outside, but then a very good French thriller. Only the prologue may seem completely off and yet it almost completely explains the development of vengeance of Nete Hermansen, daughter of Danish farmers more willing to run the boys and his cousin Tagus in particular that classroom study and orphan diving in spite of herself in a sordid case of post-war eugenics, like newspapers reveal them gradually to the public from 1980 ... For once also the personal life of the police investigator did not seem clumsy, probably because it was involved in any way in the investigation. As for his immediate deputies Hafez Assad (the misnamed oh!) Obviously a Syrian and Rose, a lady who doubles of several personalities, but that does not mean forgetting not to intimate to "his men" of Department V to lift the toilet seat, to take these clean, they are épatants! All three embarked on an affair of unsolved disappearances in 1987 and will have to fight the "octopus" (the word is from me is not found in the text) embodied by WAD Curt and his henchmen, the people always attached the purity of the breed in Denmark.
