temporarily giving up his recurring hero Harry Hole, Jo Nesbø brings us a short (too?) thriller tribute to his American predecessors. Narrated by the hero himself, Olav, dyslexic, inadequate social and, incidentally, hitman on behalf of a local boss, Daniel Hoffman, the story is clever and reads with pleasure. In addition, the action, located in 1977, disorients us by sending us a bit at a time without internet and without laptop. I love Jo Nesbø I've read all the books but the 160-page cost him a star.