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Land of the melancholic cop

Land of the melancholic cop
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First Published: Sat, Oct 24 2009. 01 15 AM IST

The setting: (clockwise from right above) Ystad, where most of Mankell’s novels are set; a still from the film ‘The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo’, based on Stieg Larsson’s book; Larsson; the Stockholm
The setting: (clockwise from right above) Ystad, where most of Mankell’s novels are set; a still from the film ‘The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo’, based on Stieg Larsson’s book; Larsson; the Stockholm
Updated: Wed, Oct 28 2009. 09 33 AM IST
Last year I found myself seated next to a Delhi publisher at a literary dinner party. She asked me where I was from and I said, “Sweden”, to which she replied, “Are you a crime writer then?” Oddly enough, as Swedish crime fiction went and conquered the world, I had remained blissfully oblivious—although, visiting the Bangalore bookshops, I did notice Henning Mankell, and Mankell again, on the shelves. It struck me how Swedish culture 40 years ago was synonymous with the cinema of Ingmar Bergman, 20 years ago with pop music such as ABBA, and today Stieg Larsson’s Millennium trilogy tops best-seller lists everywhere, while newcomer Johan Theorin was shortlisted for the British Crime Writers’ Association’s Dagger Award 2009 for Echoes from the Dead.
The setting: (clockwise from right above) Ystad, where most of Mankell’s novels are set; a still from the film ‘The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo’, based on Stieg Larsson’s book; Larsson; the Stockholm stall from where Sjöwall-Wahlöö’s cops eat fried herring still exists at the Slussen tube station; in this view of Stockholm, the ‘Millennium’ trilogy hero Blomkvist supposedly lives in one of these houses.
This year, to gain further enlightenment, I dressed up in a raincoat, packed a rickety umbrella, and flew to Gothenburg, where the Swedish Book Fair at the end of September pulled in approximately 98,000 literature fans. The frenzy peaked at signings featuring virtually all the famous writers—except Larsson, who died before his 2005 debut.
The biggest splash was made by Lars Kepler whose The Hypnotist was sold in 26 countries even before it hit the home market in July. The real sensation was that Kepler doesn’t exist! The book, it turned out, is a brainchild of highbrow writer couple Alexander and Alexandra Ahndoril, who penned it and appeared genuinely surprised at its mass-market appeal—though now, according to their publisher, several sequels are planned.
Amazed at the overheated scene, I pondered how unusual all this was, considering Sweden isn’t exactly 1930s’ Chicago. Traditionally, Swedish crime fiction has followed foreign models—the first detective novels were inspired by none other than Sherlock Holmes. One can’t even claim that Sweden saw a “Golden Age”, like British and American crime fiction did in the first half of the 20th century. In fact, pulp crime books were “literary weed” that progressive writers wanted to have uprooted.
Then came the “police procedurals”, pioneered in the US by Lawrence Treat, popularized globally by Ed McBain with the 87th Precinct series—a genre in which the Swedish husband-wife writer team, Sjöwall-Wahlöö, struck gold in 1965. They created a cop collective around the character Martin Beck who spent an equal amount of time solving crimes and solving problems at home. Markedly different from the detective as a loner with a high-calibre handgun or a silver-haired granny cracking whodunnit puzzles set up by sporting murderers, a Sjöwall-Wahlöö cop is never witty, is downed by the flu and eats fried herring from roadside stalls. Their last book, The Terrorists, came in 1975 (the year of Per Wahlöö’s demise) and over time the 10 novels were filmed repeatedly—nearly as many different actors have portrayed Martin Beck as there are James Bonds on celluloid, including, believe it or not, Walter Matthau in an adaptation of The Laughing Policeman set in San Francisco.
Then 15 years went by, some decent crime novels were published, but nothing happened, until Mankell came along.
At this year’s “book mess”, as the Swedish Book Fair is jokingly referred to, Mankell towered like the Himalayas, with a fresh but— alas!—final instalment of his near-epic narrative about the memorable anti-hero Kurt Wallander. Unlike earlier cop stories, the Wallander books aren’t set in Stockholm, but in Ystad, where he’d been living off and on.
As I pass the unremarkable town on my tour, I barely register its existence before the train leaves the tiny centre behind; with a population of 25,000 it can be compared to a big village in India—though if one were to trust Mankell’s books, it has the greatest number of psychopaths per capita. Interestingly, Ystad is nowadays a tourist destination for Germans (German bookshops are reported to have special shelves for the popular genre “Schweden-Krimis”). Visitors can sign up for the elaborate Wallander Tour (available in English too) to locations such as the pizzeria where Wallander gets his calories and the coffee shop in which you can try his favourite herring sandwiches. But tourists don’t flock just to Ystad, for taking their cue from Mankell, writers have described crime in smaller towns to the extent that there’s hardly a precinct without its own fictional netherworld—pick any backwater town, Linköping or Luleå, Sandhamn or Strömstad, and it’ll give Chicago a race for its money.
Readers of Åsa Larsson—whose Sun Storm is set north of the Arctic Circle—use that as an excuse for a trip to the tundra; if you liked The Princess of Burundi by Kjell Eriksson, you’d put Uppsala on a tour itinerary; Camilla Läckberg fans invade rural Fjällbacka (with a population of 930 and the setting for eight crime novels). Surveying the map, the island of Gotland (a province no bigger than Goa, with a population 25 times smaller) is overflowing with fictional crime.
The Swedish Tourist Association (www.svenskaturistforeningen.se) published in 2007 a guidebook to “criminal Sweden”, highlighting, for example, that in Stockholm tourists can stay in old Långholmen Prison, today converted into a hostel. The book promptly won an award from the Swedish Academy of Crime Fiction which hands out a “criminal version” of the Nobel Prize. Among past winners are Mankell and, posthumously, Stieg Larsson.
A couple of weeks ago in Stockholm, as I checked out locations from the Millennium trilogy, a trickle of tourists was braving the rains. The municipality organizes a Millennium Walk, which has takers from as far away as France and Italy. Significantly, Larsson avoided the overused “police procedural” formula, and created an odd team of a grumpy journalist, Blomkvist, and the multi-pierced hacker punk, Salander.
Making big news is the forthcoming biography, STIEG, scheduled for a 2010 launch, which will reveal the fascinating story of Larsson himself—who in many ways resembles the novels’ Blomkvist. The biographer is Jan-Erik Pettersson, the legendary ex-publisher who worked with Mankell and discovered the trendsetting horror-crime-writer John Ajvide Lindqvist (whose Let the Right One in will be a major Hollywood picture soon).
As it isn’t possible to interview Larsson, unless you’re a séance medium, I catch up with Pettersson, who points out that all popular detectives, ranging from Wallander to female cops such as Ann Lindell (in the novels of Kjell Eriksson), are melancholic, angst-driven characters who rather than fumbling for guns, clutch a bottle. In other words, they’re typically Swedish. Then he connects the dots: “You’ll notice similar existential characteristics in Bergman’s movies or even the music of ABBA if you listen closely to their tragic final songs where lyrics depict their growing personal problems.”
Pettersson rues that far too few try to renew the genre, a sentiment echoed by many critics. Which brings us back to the great Larsson. “The important aspect is that Stieg created an unusual protagonist, Salander: a fairy-tale superhero inspired by the children’s writer Astrid Lindgren.” Huh? Do you mean that Salander is a version of the mischievous Pippi Longstocking of my childhood? “Yes, Salander is Pippi as a grown-up and Blomkvist himself is, of course, the boy detective Kalle Blomkvist. If you recall, in the novels Salander even uses that as a term of abuse for him. So, Stieg recycled these characters,” he says. Aha, that’s why the Millennium trilogy is popular—Larsson simply wrote fairy tales for grown-ups.
Today, writing crime novels could be called a people’s movement in Sweden. “Unrealistic,” Pettersson says, with a knowledgeable nod. “The market is overcrowded and average sales are plummeting. One problem is that the quality bar is lowered when a novel is branded as ‘crime fiction’, because publishers see it as a dependable product that readers are expected to just buy. With such a gold-digger mentality writers too are getting sloppy.”
The current trend suggests that around 100 new crime novels are going to be launched before this year is over, out of which an astonishing 25% may be debuts. The Spanish version of Larsson’s final novel, The Girl who Kicked the Hornets’Nest, reportedly sold 200,000 copies on a single day! It will remain to be seen howit fares now that it has just been released in English in India.
So tiny Sweden, with a population much smaller than, say, Delhi’s, has an unprecedented number of crime writers, and many of the best are women: Keep an eye out for veteran Kerstin Ekman whose Blackwater has been even translated into Hindi. Among the latest “police procedurals”, newcomer Carin Gerhardsen’s nerve-rackers are must-reads. The boom is clearly not over yet—many more red herrings are going to be served to hungry readers.
Zac O’Yeah is a Bangalore-based Swedish crime writer. His detective novel Once Upon a Time in Scandinavistan will be published by Hachette India in early 2010. Write to lounge@livemint.com
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First Published: Sat, Oct 24 2009. 01 15 AM IST