Borkmann's Point (Inspector Van Veeteren Series #2)

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Internationally bestselling author Häkan Nesser makes his U.S. debut with this riveting tale of murder and suspense that reveals the deep humanity of the characters portrayed even as it sends chills up the spine.

Chief Inspector Van Veeteren is called to the sleepy coastal town of Kalbringen to assist the local police in the investigation of two recent ax murders. Soon the case turns from bad to worse when another...

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Overview

International Bestseller 

Internationally bestselling author Häkan Nesser makes his U.S. debut with this riveting tale of murder and suspense that reveals the deep humanity of the characters portrayed even as it sends chills up the spine.

Chief Inspector Van Veeteren is called to the sleepy coastal town of Kalbringen to assist the local police in the investigation of two recent ax murders. Soon the case turns from bad to worse when another body turns up and one of Van Veeteren’s colleagues, a young female detective, disappears without a trace. Now Van Veeteren must find the killer, and, it is hoped, his colleague, before anyone else comes to harm. Riveting and intellectually satisfying, Borkmann’s Point unfolds like a chess match where each move could prove deadly.

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Editorial Reviews

Marilyn Stasio
… to Detective Chief Inspector Van Veeteren, ruminating in the stately cadences of Laurie Thompson’s translation, the whole village had it in for Verhaven, whose inscrutable character and antisocial behavior made him a scapegoat for whatever challenged its moral code. In the worldview of Nesser’s books, “evil isn’t always where we expect to find it,” and eccentricity can kill you.
— The New York Times
Publishers Weekly
International bestseller Nesser makes his U.S. debut with this classy and rewarding whodunit, which won the Swedish Crime Writers' Academy Prize for Best Novel in 1994. Chief Inspector Van Veeteren, a veteran of 30 years of police work who appreciates fine food and drink, reluctantly cuts short his vacation to help the police chief of the remote town of Kaalbringen and his small crew investigate two ax murders. When the killer claims a third victim and the town's best police investigator disappears without a trace, Van Veeteren, who has left only one case unsolved in his long career, intensifies his hunt. The contemplative inspector believes that in every case a point is reached where enough information has been gathered to solve the crime with "nothing more than some decent thinking." The trick is knowing when that point is reached. Thompson's smooth translation makes this worthy mystery readily accessible to American readers. (Mar.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Publishers Weekly
Simon Vance, who narrated Stieg Larsson's Millennium Trilogy, is currently the go-to reader for Scandinavian crime novels—and with good reason. His audio version of Nesser's well-crafted whodunit is nothing short of stellar. Along with Vance's mastery of Swedish accents, excellent pacing, and ability to capture a book's mood, his voice has the timber and confidence of a natural storyteller. The vacation of Stockholm's chief inspector Van Veeteren is interrupted by a series of ax murders in a nearby village. When a new victim turns up and the town's smartest policewoman goes missing, the seemingly remote but oddly fascinating detective takes over the case from an agreeable local police chief who's only days from retirement. The characters have depth and the plot has all the necessary ingredients—including a race against time—to satisfy even the most selective mystery fan. Vance's winning narration is the perfect icing on a very tasty cake. A Vintage paperback. (June)
Booklist
“No reader of hard-boiled crime fiction should miss the Scandinavians, and Nesser immediately vaults to near-Mankell status. Let’s hope Borkmann’s Point, which won the Swedish Crime Writers’ Best Novel Award for 1994, is only the first of a steady stream of Nesser imports.”
Booklist [HC starred review]
From the Publisher
“No reader of hard-boiled crime fiction should miss the Scandinavians, and Nesser immediately vaults to near-Mankell status. Let’s hope Borkmann’s Point, which won the Swedish Crime Writers’ Best Novel Award for 1994, is only the first of a steady stream of Nesser imports.”
Booklist [HC starred review]

“Narrator Simon Vance does his usual sterling job distinguishing among multiple characters, emotions and motivations. He also skillfully adds asides and explanations with just the right impatience, frustrations, awe, and insight to embellish the story and its twisty climax. Fans of cerebral, procedural, or Maigret-like mysteries will certainly enjoy this.”
Library Journal [starred review]

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781400030323
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 3/13/2007
  • Series: Inspector Van Veeteren Series , #2
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 273,819
  • Product dimensions: 5.14 (w) x 7.99 (h) x 0.72 (d)

Meet the Author

Håkan Nesser was born in 1950 in Sweden. In 1993 he was awarded the Swedish Crime Writers’ Academy Prize for new authors for his novel Mind’s Eye, and is the only author to have won the Academy’s best novel award three times: in 1994 for Borkmann’s Point; in 1996 for Woman With Birthmark; and in 2007 for A Rather Different Story. In 1999 he was awarded the Crime Writers of Scandinavia’s Glass Key Award for the best crime novel of the year for Carambole. His novels have been published to wide acclaim in twenty-five countries.

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Had Ernst Simmel known he was to be the Axman's second victim, he would no doubt have downed a few more drinks at The Blue Ship.

As it was, he settled for a brandy with his coffee and a whiskey on the rocks in the bar, while trying unsuccessfully to make eye contact with the bleached-blond woman in the far corner; but anyway, his heart wasn't in it. Presumably, she was one of the new employees at the canning factory. He had never seen her before, and he had a fair idea about the available talent.

To his right was Herman Schalke, a reporter on de Journaal, trying to interest him in a cheap weekend trip to Kaliningrad or somewhere of the sort, and when they eventually got round to pinning down his last evening, it seemed probable that Schalke must have been the last person in this life to speak to Simmel.

Always assuming that the Axman didn't have some message to impart before finishing him off, that is. Which wasn't all that likely since the blow, as in the previous case, had come diagonally from behind and from slightly below, so a little chat seemed improbable.

"Ah, well!" Simmel had said after draining the last drops from his glass. "I'd better be getting back to the old lady."

If Schalke remembered rightly, that is. In any case, he'd tried to talk him out of it. Pointed out that it was barely eleven and the night was yet young. But Simmel had been adamant.

That was the right word. Adamant. Just eased himself off his bar stool. Adjusted his glasses and stroked that pathetic wisp of hair over his bald head like he always did--as if that would fool anybody--muttered a few words, then left. The last Schalke had seen of him was the white outline of his back as he paused in the doorway and seemed to be hesitating about which direction to take.

Looking back, that was distinctly odd. For Christ's sake, surely Simmel knew his way home?

But maybe he just stood there for a few seconds to fill his lungs with the fresh night air. It had been a hot day; summer was not over yet and the evenings had started to exude a mellowness enriched by many months of summer sun. Enriched and refined.

As if made for drinking in deep draughts, somebody had said. These nights.

In fact, it wasn't a bad night for a journey to the other side, if one might be allowed such a thought. Schalke's section of de Journaal was mainly concerned with matters sporting and a dash of folklore, but in his capacity as the last person to have seen Simmel alive, he had presumed to write an obituary of the property developer who had been so suddenly plucked from our midst . . . a pillar of our society, one might say, who had just returned to his native town after a sojourn of several years abroad (on the Costa del Sol along with other like-minded citizens with a bent for effective tax planning, but perhaps this was not the occasion to refer to that), survived by a wife and two grown-up children, having reached the age of fifty but still in the prime of his life, no doubt about that.

The scent of evening seemed full of promise; he paused in the doorway, hesitating.

Would it be a good idea to take a stroll over to Fisherman's Square and down by the harbor?

What was the point of going home as early as this? The sweetish smell of the bedroom and Grete's overweight body shot through his mind, and he decided to take a little walk. Only a short one. Even if there was nothing to pick up, the warm night air would make it worth the effort.

He crossed over Langvej and turned off toward Bungeskirke. At the same time, the murderer emerged from the shadows under the lime trees in Leisner Park and started following him. Quietly and carefully, a safe distance behind, not a sound from his rubber soles. Tonight was his third attempt, but even so, there was no trace of impatience. He knew what he had to do, and the last thing on his mind was to rush things.

Simmel continued along Hoistraat and took the steps down toward the harbor. He slowed down when he came to Fisherman's Square and sauntered across the deserted cobbles toward the covered market. Two women were busy talking at the corner of Dooms Alley, but he didn't appear to pay them any attention. Perhaps he wasn't sure about their status, or perhaps he had something else in mind.

Or maybe he just didn't feel like it. When he came to the quay he paused for a few minutes to smoke a cigarette, watching the boats bobbing in the marina. The murderer took the opportunity of enjoying a cigarette himself in the shadow of the warehouse on the other side of the Esplanade. Held it well hidden inside his cupped hand so that the glow wouldn't give him away, and didn't take his eyes off his victim for a single second.

When Simmel flicked his cigarette end into the water and set off in the direction of the municipal woods, the murderer knew that tonight was the night.

True, there were only about three hundred yards of trees here between the Esplanade and Rikken, the yuppie part of the town where Simmel lived, and there were plenty of lights along the paths; but not all were working and three hundred yards could prove to be rather a long way. In any case, when Simmel heard a faint footstep behind him, he was barely fifty yards into the woods and the darkness was dense on all sides.

Warm and full of promise, as already noted, but dense.

He probably didn't have time to feel scared. If so, it could only have been in the last fraction of a second. The razor-sharp edge entered from behind, between the second and fourth vertebrae, slicing diagonally through the third, straight through the spinal column, the esophagus and the carotid artery. Half an inch deeper and in all probability his head would have been separated completely from his body.

Which would have been spectacular, but was of minor significance for the outcome.

In accordance with all imaginable criteria, Ernst Simmel must have been dead even before he hit the ground. His face landed on the well-trodden gravel path with full force, smashing his glasses and causing any number of secondary injuries. Blood was pouring out of his throat, from above and below, and when the murderer carefully dragged him into the bushes, he could still hear a faint bubbling sound. He squatted there in silence while a group of four or five youths passed by, then wiped his weapon clean in the grass and set off back in the direction of the harbor.

Twenty minutes later he was sitting at his kitchen table with a steaming cup of tea, listening to the bath slowly filling up. If his wife had still been with him, she would doubtless have asked if he'd had a hard day, and if he was very tired.

Not especially, he might have replied. It's taking a bit of time, but everything is going according to plan.

Glad to hear it, darling, she might have said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Glad to hear it . . .

He nodded, and raised his cup to his mouth.

2

The sands went on forever.

Went on forever, the same as ever. A calm, gray sea under a pale sky. A strip of firm, damp sand next to the water where he could maintain a reasonable pace. Alongside a drier, grayish-white expanse where beach grass and windswept bushes took over. Deep inside the salt marshes birds were wheeling in broad, lazy circles, filling the air with their melancholy cries.

Van Veeteren checked his watch and paused. Hesitated for a moment. In the hazy distance he could just make out the church steeple in s'Greijvin, but it was a long way away. If he kept on walking, it would certainly be another hour before he could sit down with a beer in the cafe on the square.

It might have been worth the effort, but now that he had paused, it was hard to convince himself of that. It was three o'clock. He had set out after lunch--or brunch, depending on how you looked at it. In any case, at about one o'clock, after yet another night when he had gone to bed early but failed to drop off to sleep until well into the small hours. It was hard to tell what was the root cause of his worries and restlessness as he lay there, tossing and turning in the sagging double bed, as the gray light of dawn crept ever closer . . . hard to tell.

He had been on vacation for three weeks now, quite a long time by his standards, but not exceptional, and as the days passed, during the last week at least, his daily routine had been delayed just a little. Four more days and it would be time for him to return to his office, and he had the distinct impression that when he did so, there would not be much of a spring in his stride. Even though he hadn't really done much apart from resting. Lain back on the beach, reading. Sat in the cafe at s'Greijvin, or nearer at hand in Hellensraut. Strolled up and down these never-ending sands.

The first week out here with Erich had been a mistake. They had both realized that after the first day, but the arrangement couldn't easily be changed. Erich had been allowed out on parole on condition that he stay with his father on this remote stretch of coast. He still had ten months of his sentence left to serve, and the last time he had been out on parole the outcome had left much to be desired.

He gazed out to sea. It was just as calm and unfathomable as it had been for the whole of this last week. As if nothing could really make an impression, not even the wind. The waves dying a natural death on the beach seemed to have traveled vast distances bearing neither life nor hope.

This is not my sea, Van Veeteren thought to himself.

In July, as his vacation had approached, he had been looking forward to these days with Erich. When they finally arrived, he could hardly wait for them to end, so that he could be left in peace; and now, after a dozen days and nights of solitude, he wanted nothing more than to get back to work again.

Or was it quite as straightforward as that? Was that perhaps just a convenient way of describing what it was really all about--did there come a point, he had started to wonder, beyond which we no longer look forward to something coming, but only to getting away from what has passed? Getting away. Closing down and moving on, but not looking forward to starting again. Like a journey whose delights decrease in direct proportion to the distance traveled from the starting point, whose sweetness becomes more and more bitter as the goal comes closer . . .

Get away, he thought. Put an end to it. Bury it.

This is what they call going downhill. There's always another sea ahead.

He sighed and removed his sweater. Tied it around his shoulders and started retracing his steps. He was walking into the wind now, and he realized that it would take him longer to get back home . . . just as well to have a few extra hours this evening, come to that. The house needed tidying up, the fridge emptying, the telephone unplugging. He wanted to set off early tomorrow. No point in hanging around unnecessarily.

He kicked an abandoned plastic bottle over the sands.

It will be fall tomorrow, he thought.

He could hear the telephone ringing when he came to the gate. Automatically he started moving more slowly, shortening his strides, fiddling with his keys, in the hope that it would stop ringing by the time he entered the house. In vain. The sound was still carving stubbornly through the gloomy silence. He picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Van Veeteren?"

"That depends."

"Ha ha . . . Hiller here. How are things?"

Van Veeteren suppressed an urge to slam the receiver down.

"Splendid, thank you. It's just that I was under the impression that my vacation wasn't over until Monday."

"Precisely! I thought you maybe fancied a few more days?"

Van Veeteren said nothing.

"I'll bet you'd love to stay a bit longer by the coast if you had the chance, wouldn't you."

". . ."

"Another week, perhaps? Hello?"

"I'd be grateful if you would come to the point, sir," said Van Veeteren.

The chief of police seemed to have a coughing fit, and Van Veeteren sighed.

"Yes, well, a little something has turned up in Kaalbringen. That's only about twenty or thirty miles away from the cottage you're staying in; I don't know if you're familiar with the place. We've been asked to help out, in any case."

"What's it all about?"

"Murder. Two of them. Some madman running around and cutting people's heads off with an ax or something. It's all in the papers today, but maybe you haven't--"

"I haven't seen a paper for three weeks," said Van Veeteren.

"The latest one--the second, that is--happened yesterday, or rather, the day before. Anyway, we have to send them some reinforcements, and I thought that as you were in the area already, well . . ."

"Thank you very much."

"I'll leave it up to you for the time being. I'll send up Munster or Reinhart next week. Assuming you haven't solved it by then, of course."

"Who's chief of police? In Kaalbringen, I mean."

Hiller coughed again.

"His name's Bausen. I don't think you know him. Anyway, he only has another month to go before he retires, and he doesn't seem all that thrilled to have been handed this on his plate just now."

"How very odd," said Van Veeteren.

"You'll go straight there tomorrow, I take it?" Hiller was starting to wind up the conversation. "That will mean you don't have to double the journey unnecessarily. Is the water still warm enough for swimming, by the way?"

"I spend all of every day splashing around."

"Really . . . really. Well, I'll phone them and say you'll be turning up tomorrow afternoon. OK?"

"I want Munster," said Van Veeteren.

"I'll see what I can do," said Hiller.

Van Veeteren put down the receiver and stood for a while staring at the telephone before pulling out the plug.

From the Hardcover edition.

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  • Posted February 15, 2010

    The best of Van Veeteren

    WOMAN WITH A BIRTHMARK is the fourth of Harkan Nesser's books to be translated into English. It opens at a cemetery a few days before Christmas. A woman, the lone mourner, stands at the side of a grave as her mother is being buried. In the last days before her death, her mother had urged, "Don't cry....don't stand there bawling at my funeral....No, do something, my girl! Take action!. Do something magnificent that I can applaud up there in heaven!" (p6).

    Ryszard Malik has been receiving strange phone calls. Someone has been calling and playing an old song from the sixties; the caller never says a word. One night, in the middle of January, his wife returns to find his body sprawled in the entry. He had been shot four times, twice in the heart and twice below the belt. There are no clues, no supects, and no indication of a motive.

    Van Veeteren and his team go through the motions but there is nothing in Malik's background to suggest that someone would want him dead. It seems a clear "no solve" until another man is murdered. Rickard Maasleitner was found shot to death, two bullets in the chest and two bullets below the belt. He, too, had received phone calls in which there was played a song that he vaguely remembered from the 1960's.

    The story opens fully when the team discover the connection between the men and a detective's partner suggests something about the killer that Van Veeteren may well have missed.

    This is a tightly written story, the best, I think, of Nesser's books. Van Veeteren is more upbeat and less self-involved than he seemed to be in the previous books. It is a book that begs to be read at one go.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 25, 2011

    Great series

    Give it a try. Series and characters develop slowly, but patience is rewarded. Instant gratification isn't everything.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 1, 2009

    great book

    I love mysteries and read about this author in the NY Times book review. They were right - this writer is excellent and what a twist at the end.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 13, 2013

    his best work

    his best work

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  • Posted February 19, 2012

    Ceck it out

    If you like mystery you will love Hakan Nesser books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 7, 2011

    not the greatest read in the world

    After reading the Millenium Trilogy, I was very excited to start another Swedish crime novel. What a disappointment this turned out to be. First of all, the translation left a bit to be desired...in fact in several places there are only ____ instead of words. Talk about losing something in the translation. I found myself getting a bit bored with the rather stilted dialog. I finished the book...but only because I had paid the $$ for it and didn't want to waste my money.

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  • Posted June 17, 2012

    Very good book about crime solving

    Crime solving mystery.
    I thought this was a good book and would recommend it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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