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"In The Demon of Dakar, Ann Lindell and her motley crew of colleagues are faced with a most baffling murder case in which all clues lead straight back to a popular local restaurant named Dakar. The owner, Slobodan Andersson, has some shady connections in his past, and his partner's reputation is equally murky." "The kitchen crew is not above suspicion, either. The meat chef is an oddball, to say the least, while unbeknownst to the rest, the newest hire's personal life is a tangled web of lies. Even Eva Willman, the seemingly blameless older woman ...
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"In The Demon of Dakar, Ann Lindell and her motley crew of colleagues are faced with a most baffling murder case in which all clues lead straight back to a popular local restaurant named Dakar. The owner, Slobodan Andersson, has some shady connections in his past, and his partner's reputation is equally murky." "The kitchen crew is not above suspicion, either. The meat chef is an oddball, to say the least, while unbeknownst to the rest, the newest hire's personal life is a tangled web of lies. Even Eva Willman, the seemingly blameless older woman returning to the workforce as a waitress, has skeletons in her closet." "And then the tension ratchets up a number of notches as it becomes apparent that one murder has not satisfied the killer in the least. If Ann is to prevent a bloodbath at Restaurant Dakar, she must match wits with a killer whose motives are seemingly completely obscure." But the reader knows the killer well. His crimes are justified from his point of view. Not only that, he's a very likable fellow who is only looking for justice. As in all of Kjell Eriksson's spellbinders, though, justice entails a frantic race to the finish, a race without rules and fraught with danger.
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Editorial Reviews

Marilyn Stasio
With so much good crime fiction coming out of Scandinavia these days, it helps to get a solid handle on a writer—and with Kjell Eriksson, what we find is an extraordinary depth of feeling for honest people caught up in serious crime…As he did in The Princess of Burundi and The Cruel Stars of the Night, Eriksson shows how crime undermines the foundations of both family and community.
—The New York Times
Publishers Weekly

Swedish author Eriksson's masterful ensemble procedural, the third available in the U.S. after The Cruel Stars of the Night(2007), immerses the reader in the ordinary and extraordinary lives of detective Ann Lindell and her colleagues of the Uppsala police force. The odd assemblage of characters who engage the interest of the police include a Mexican peasant, Manuel Alavez, who has traveled to Sweden to see his imprisoned brother; a restaurant owner, Slobodan Andersson, whose successful restaurants, Dakar and Alhambra, owe much to shady funds and his unusual partner, Armas; and a single mother, Eva Willman, for whom a waitressing job opens new vistas. After Armas is found dead of a knife wound, others get caught up in the turmoil caused by the crimes of a few. There are plenty of shades of gray in this tale told with wry humor, compassion and a fine understanding that in life often things cannot be resolved either neatly or completely. (May)

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Library Journal

In Eriksson's third novel to be published in the United States (after The Princess of Burundiand The Cruel Stars of the Night), series detective Ann Lindell must identify a corpse found in a river and figure out what lies behind the murder. Her investigation leads her to Dakar, a high-end restaurant in Uppsala, Sweden. As usual, Eriksson packs his story with numerous characters, multiple plotlines told in different voices, and an ending from which no one but the reader emerges a winner. Not a quick read, as the similarity among many of the Swedish names can be confusing, and some readers may be turned off by the author's anti-American politics. But recommended for collections where Scandinavian crime fiction circulates. [See Prepub Mystery, LJ1/08; library marketing planned.-Ed.]

—Jo Ann Vicarel
Kirkus Reviews
Murder joins the menu at a trendy Swedish restaurant. The tale introduces a handful of unrelated characters-a pair of Mexican brothers named Manuel and Patricio; culinary entrepreneur Slobodan Andersson, who boasts a long list of enemies; Johnny Kvarnheden, a melancholy chef with a romantic soul; recently divorced single mother Eva Willman, desperate for a new job after being laid off at the post office; and homeless Konrad Rosenberg-before focusing on Dakar, the Uppsala restaurant Slobodan rules with an iron hand. Eva gets a challenging job there as a waitress, and Johnny as a cook. She finds in him a reliable friend and a resource for mentoring her two volatile sons, Patrik and Hugo. In due time a body clad only in underwear washes ashore in Uppsala. Detective Ann Lindell and her team soon identify the dead man as Slobodan's partner Armas. Meanwhile, Rosenberg comes into an unexpected fortune; Manuel gets closer and closer to Uppsala with dark intent; and the police question Patrik about a series of attacks by gangs of teenagers. Might any of them be connected to the crime?In Lindell's seventh case, the third published in English (The Princess of Burundi, 2006, etc.), Eriksson's unique achievement is crafting a richly layered novel packed with sublime character detail out of which his murder puzzle seamlessly emerges.
From the Publisher
Unanimous Praise for Kjell Eriksson

"Kjell Eriksson's crime novels are among the very best."

- Henning Mankell

"Riveting...resembles the books of Maj Sjowall and Per Wahloo, not to mention those of the modern master Henning Mankell."

- The Wall Street Journal on The Princess of Burundi

"Moving...Eriksson understands the pathology of suffering humanity and explores it with the utmost tenderness."

- The New York Times Book Review on The Cruel Stars of the Night

"Ingenious...a chillingly well-drawn psychotic...very satisfying."

- Los Angeles Times on The Princess of Burundi

"Terrific...subtly brilliant...compellingly suspenseful."

- San Francisco Chronicle on The Princess of Burundi

"Eriksson is a major talent, and his feel for ensemble narrative will have McBain devotees enthralled."

- Booklist on The Cruel Stars of the Night

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312366704
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 6/23/2009
  • Series: Ann Lindell Series , #3
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 264,026
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Kjell Eriksson's novels are instant bestsellers in Sweden, and his popularity is skyrocketing in Germany, Denmark, Norway, and the Netherlands. The Demon of Dakar is his third mystery to be published by Minotaur in the United States; previous titles include The Cruel Stars of the Night and The Princess of Burundi, winner of the Swedish Crime Academy Award for Best Crime Novel. He lives in Uppsala, Sweden.

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The Demon of Dakar A Mystery
By Eriksson, Kjell
St. Martin's Minotaur Copyright © 2008 Eriksson, Kjell
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780312366698

Chapter 1

The clouds slid lazily down behind the mountain on the other side of the valley. The slender, bone-white streaks of mist that crept through the pass in the east, often during the late afternoon or early evening, ran together and formed white veils, sometimes intensely silver-colored, that were illuminated by the sun sinking behind the mountain peaks. The trees along the ridge stood out like soldiers in a shiny column that stretched farther than Manuel Alavez could imagine.

The clouds had been out in the world, down to the coast of Oaxaca to gather nourishment and moisture. Sometimes, for a change, they went north, to taste the zsaltiness of the Caribbean.

When they returned, the sides of the mountains were still damp and steaming, a hot breath exuding from the thick vegetation. The people and the mules that were only marginally larger than their loads inched their way down the paths toward the village, where the dogs greeted them with tired barks and the smoke rose from the brick-shingled rooftops burnished by the sun, shimmering in warm red tones.

The clouds shifted indolently closer to the mountain. Manuel imagined that they and the mountain exchanged fluids and then told each other what had happened during the day. Not that the mountains had more to report than some idle gossip from the village, but the clouds let themselves be satisfied with that. They craved a little everydaychatter after having sailed forth across a restless continent, marked by despair and hard work.

La vida es un ratito, life is a brief moment, his mother would say and display an almost toothless mouth in a little grin that both underscored and diminished her words.

Later he reformulated her expression to La vida es una ratita, life is a little rat, a little rodent.

Manuel, his mother, and his two brothers would look at the mountains from the terrace where they dried the coffee beans. From this vantage point they could look out over the sixty houses in the village.

A village among many, remote from everyone except themselves, about an hour away from the nearest larger road that would bring them to Talea and from there, after a five-hour bus trip, to Oaxaca.

The coffee was packed in some harbor, no one knew which one, and shipped to el norte or Europe. When the buyers loaded the sacks and shipped them away, the villagers lost control. They knew their coffee tasted good, and that the price would increase tenfold, perhaps twentyfold, before they found their consumer.

Manuel leaned against the cool airplane window, staring out into the crystal-clear Atlantic night, exhausted by the long trip from the mountains to Oaxaca and another seven-hour bus trip to the capital and then a half-day of waiting at the airport. It was the first time he was flying. The worry that he had felt had transformed into an amazement that he was now at eleven thousand meters.

A cabin attendant came by and offered coffee, but he said no. The coffee he had received earlier did not taste good. He watched the attendant as she served the passengers on the other side of the aisle. She reminded him of Gabriella, the woman he was going to marry. It was high time, his mother said. In her eyes he was old. It felt as if he had to marry her now. They had met several years ago, during his time in California, and they had kept in touch through letters. He had called a couple of times. She had waited for him, and this now felt to Manuel like a millstone. He did not have the heart to deny her what she had expected and been waiting for for so long: marriage. He loved her of course, at least he told himself he did, but he felt a growing anxiety about binding himself forever.

He fell asleep between two continents and immediately Angel appeared to him. They were out on a milpa where they were growing corn, beans, and squash. It was just before the corn harvest. His brother had stretched himself out in the shadow of a tree. He was in good spirits and laughing in that way that only he could, a clucking sound that appeared to come from his rounded belly. Angel was chubby and had been called el Gordito in his childhood.

Angel was telling him about Alfreda from Santa Maria de Yaviche, the neighboring village. They had met in February, during the fiesta, and Angel was describing her face and hair in great detail. He always took great care with the details.

Manuel stood up, unsettled by Angel’s frivolous tone. The young woman was only seventeen.

“Make sure you don’t lead her astray,” Manuel said.

“She’s the one leading me astray,” Angel chuckled. “She is the one who makes me tremble.”

“We have to get back,” Manuel said.

“Soon,” Angel said. “I’m not done yet.”

Manuel couldn’t help but smile. Angel could be a writer, he is so good at storytelling, he thought, and sat down again.

A couple of wild rabbits were tumbling about on the other side of the field. They jumped around carefree, curious, and playful, unaware of the hawk sailing in the sky.

“You are also a conéju, but life is not all play,” Manuel said, regretting the words as he said them.

He was the oldest of the three brothers and all too often adopted the role of the responsible one, the one who had to scold and set them straight. Angel and their middle brother, Patricio, were always ready to laugh and dream up childish pranks. They fell in love as often and as quickly as frogs. They feared nothing and Manuel envied their optimism and frivolity.

Angel followed his brother’s gaze, sighted the predatory bird that was slowly plummeting through the layers of air, raised his arms as if he were holding a rifle, aimed, and shot.

“Bang,” he said, and looked laughingly at Manuel.

The latter smiled and lowered his head toward the ground. He knew the hawk would soon drop into a steep dive and he did not want to see if it was successful in its hunt.

“I missed, but the hawk has to live too,” Angel said, as if he had read his brother’s thoughts. “There are plenty of rabbits.”

Manuel was suddenly irritated that Angel was speaking Spanish, but did not have time to correct him before he suddenly awakened, straightened, and glanced at the woman in the seat next to him. She was sleeping. Apparently he had not disturbed her when he startled.

Patricio was down there somewhere. Ever since Manuel had been informed of Patricio’s fate he had alternated between anger, sorrow, and grief. The first letter consisted of three sentences: I live. I have been caught. I have been sentenced to eight years in prison.

The next letter was somewhat more detailed, factual and dry, but behind the words Manuel sensed hopelessness and desperation, feelings that came to dominate the subsequent letters.

Manuel could not imagine Patricio behind bars. He who had loved the open fields and always fixed his gaze as far away in the distance as possible. There was a stamina in Patricio that had always amazed Manuel and Angel. He was always prepared to take several more steps to see what was concealed behind the next curve, hill, or street corner.

Physically, he was the strongest of the brothers, roughly one hundred and eighty centimeters and therefore taller than most of the villagers. His height and posture, coupled with his eyes, had given him the reputation as a sensible man worth listening a little extra to. If Angel was the chatterbox who did not like to expend extra effort, then Patricio could be described as agile and taciturn, thoughtful in his speech, and restrained in his actions. Their laughter was really the only thing they shared.

Manuel had gleaned from his brother’s letter that prisons in Sweden were completely different from those in Mexico, and he tried to make a great deal of the fact that they were allowed TVs in their cells, and that they could study. But what would he study? Patricio had never liked books. He was a person who had lived his life studying others and nature. He went about his work reluctantly, regardless of whether it was sowing, weeding, or harvesting. He wielded the machete as if it were an enemy in his hands. Despite his strength, his blows were often weak and without concentration.

“If you think I am going to remain a pathetic campesino, then you are mistaken,” he repeated when Manuel reminded him that they had a tradition to uphold.

“I do not want to sit in the mountains like a ranchero, eating beans and tortillas, come down to the village once a week and drink myself silly on aguardiente and just get poorer and poorer. Can’t you see that we are being cheated?”

Could he handle eight years of jail? Manuel feared for his brother’s life and health. To Patricio, being locked up was essentially a death sentence. When Manuel wrote to say that he was coming to Sweden, his brother had immediately replied that he did not want any visitors. But Manuel did not care. He had to find out what had happened, how everything had evolved, how and why Angel had died, and how Patricio could have been stupid enough to get involved in something as dirty as drug smuggling.

As the plane descended through the clouds, banked, and went in for the landing, Manuel’s thoughts returned to the mountains, his mother, and the coffee beans. How beautiful the beans were! When they had dried and lay in open, bulging jute sacks, wedged into every nook and cranny in the house, even next to their sleeping quarters, they invited his caress, and Manuel would slip his hand down into the strangely unscented beans and feel pure happiness filter through his fingers.

La vida es una ratita, he mumbled, making the sign of the cross and watching the foreign country spread out below him.

Copyright © 2005 by Kjell Eriksson. Translation © 2008 by Ebba Segerberg. All rights reserved.


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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Uppsala, Sweden Police Detective Ann Lindell works a difficult homicide case as she struggles to identify the victim found floating in a river. The corpse is eventually identified as Armas, a co-owner of the upscale restaurant Dakar. Ann visits the other partner, Slobodan Andersson who also owns Alhambra and has questionable financing connections and plenty of enemies.---------------- However the suspect list remains long besides Slobodan and his adversaries. Ann considers recently hired waitress Eva Willman and her two teen boys, chef Johnny Kvarnheden, homeless Konrad Rosenberg and Mexican peasant Manuel Alavez seeking to free his incarcerated brother.------------------- The fascination with this superior third Swedish police procedural (see THE CRUEL STARS OF THE NIGHT and THE PRINCESS OF BURUNDI) is the cast as perspective is told from various participants so that the same incident is seen differently and their political viewpoints especially anti Bush runs strong. The investigation led by Ann is wonderful to follow as she, like the readers, meet the restaurant¿s players who all have motive to kill the victim. A slight adjustment is needed to Swedish nomenclature as delineating the names of people and places require full concentration, but THE DEMON OF DAKAR is worth the time.------------- Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted December 30, 2011


    To many characters. I will probaably resume reading this at a later date. Couldn't get into it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2008

    I quit reading this one

    I hardly ever quit reading a book and will suffer through some bad ones. I quit reading this book at about page 90, when I realized that I was not into the story or characters. It just took too long to set up the 'back story' that the 'current story' was lost. The lead detective did not appear in the novel until page 53. I read Kjell Erikson's other 2 novels and enjoyed the first one, but the second one not so much. So, sadly, I will not continue with the series.

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  • Posted January 18, 2012

    Not worth the time

    I found the story laborious to read and the characters too one dimensional. I only finished the book to see what happened to the murderer.

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