The Inspector and Silence (Inspector Van Veeteren Series #5) [NOOK Book]


It’s a sweltering summer in Sweden and Chief Inspector Van Veeteren is long overdue for a holiday when a secretive and dubious religious sect comes under investigation. One of its members, a girl on the cusp of adolescence, is found dead in the forest near their holiday camp, brutally raped and strangled; the discovery of her body has been phoned in by an anonymous caller.
The members of the sect, the Pure Life, are led by Oscar ...

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It’s a sweltering summer in Sweden and Chief Inspector Van Veeteren is long overdue for a holiday when a secretive and dubious religious sect comes under investigation. One of its members, a girl on the cusp of adolescence, is found dead in the forest near their holiday camp, brutally raped and strangled; the discovery of her body has been phoned in by an anonymous caller.
The members of the sect, the Pure Life, are led by Oscar Yellinek, a charismatic but unnervingly guarded messiah figure. In an act that mystifies and infuriates Van Veeteren and his associates, the members of the Pure Life choose to remain silent about the incident rather than defend themselves. But an unidentified woman is continuing to assist the authorities, and her knowledge suggests she’s more than just a passing Good Samaritan. Her tips become doubly perplexing as a new string of increasingly horrifying crimes defy everything Van Veeteren and his team thought they knew about the case.
A riveting new addition to Håkan Nesser’s acclaimed series, The Inspector and Silence is suspense at its haunting best.

From the Hardcover edition.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Nesser's fine fourth Insp. Van Veeteren mystery (after 2009's Woman with a Birthmark) finds the crime-weary detective teetering on the brink of retirement while sweltering through a brutal case of rape and murder at a camp run by a religious group, the Pure Life (aka the "sex sect"), for adolescent girls. Van Veeteren immediately suspects the sinister cult leader, Oscar Yellinek, of killing first one, then another of his eerily silent charges, but he himself faces the real mystery of this disturbing parable of good and evil: how long will Van Veeteren, "spoiled over the years" by human inhumanity, be able to stand the desperately delicate balance of his chosen work, where he must constantly enter the malicious "heart of darkness"? As Van Veeteren slowly reconstructs these crimes, he also wrestles with the dilemma central to Nesser's police procedurals: the necessity of protecting evildoers until justice can be done. (June)
The New York Times
“Nesser’s morose cop . . . tackles a murder investigation as if it were a knotty chess problem. . . . There’s much to be said for a quiet man with a good mind.”
The New York Times
Cleveland Plain Dealer
“The nuanced humanity and wit of this elegantly penned mystery . . . visits the darkness with appropriate gravity but doesn’t wallow in it—all the while managing to entertain.”
Cleveland Plain Dealer
Literary Review
“The fashion for imported crime fiction is still booming with the Swede Håkan Nesser one of its most successful models.”
Literary Review
Guardian Review
“A satisfying novel from a rising Swedish star . . . Van Veeteren [the detective], disengaged, thinking of retirement and wonderfully enigmatic, makes an enjoyable change from all those fictional police men who persist in taking their work home with disastrous consequences, and the slow pace—there’s more introspection here than action—results in an intense read.”
Guardian Review
The Independent
“The atmosphere of the small town, the mysterious fringes of the forest full of aspens and blueberries, are evocatively drawn. So is that particular contribution of Sweden to crime fiction: the contrast between . . . the light summer nights and metaphorical darkness . . . The clarity of Nesser’s vision, the inner problems of good and evil with which Van Veeteren struggles, recall the films of Bergman.”
The Independent
The Spectator
“The novel is as much about his [Detective Van Veeteran] thought processes and private pleasures as it is about a murder enquiry. The result is wry, thought provoking and often surprisingly funny.”
The Spectator
Metro Crime Books of the Year
“Håkan Nesser’s The Inspector And Silence (Mantle) has a pervading sense of calm and introspection thanks to its protagonist, Ch Insp Van Veeteren, nearing retirement and more interested in his next glass of wine than exhausting himself on a case. He’s tested, though, when members of a religious sect refuse to help as their young female initiates start being picked off by a rapist and murderer. Nesser works the slow pace skillfully and Van Veeteren is an appealing companion.”
Metro Crime Books of the Year
From the Publisher
"A taut and compelling mystery in a consistently outstanding series."

"[A] fine fourth Inspector Van Veeteren mystery."
PW (starred)

"[The Inpector and Silence] builds slowly, the grim haunting plot perfectly suited to the methodical, stoic hero."
Kirkus Reviews

"This is stylish, atmospheric crime fiction with a strong moral core from an award-winning author; essential for readers of the genre."
Library Journal

"A thrilling investigation." —Newsweek

Praise for Håkan Nesser and the Inspector Van Veeteren Mysteries
“Nesser’s novels look for the roots of crime in the ills of society . . . He has seized his chance to create his own dark poetry from these stark materials, and the effect is haunting.”
—The Wall Street Journal
“Nesser is a master of suspense.”
—The Sunday Times (London)
“Devotees of Jo Nesbø and Henning Mankell will agree that Nesser belongs in that select circle of A-list Scandinavian crime novelists.”
“Nesser has a penetrating eye for the skull beneath the skin.”
—The New York Times
“Inspector Van Veeteren seems destined for a place amongst the great European detectives.”
—Colin Dexter, author of the Inspector Morse mysteries

Library Journal
A woman's anonymous phone calls about a missing, possibly murdered girl cause a young acting police chief, on the advice of his vacationing boss, to reach out to Inspector Van Veeteren (Borkmann's Point; Mind's Eye) for assistance. The calls prove deadly accurate, as police find the raped and strangled bodies of first one and then another young girl from a religious sect's summer camp. But authorities are frustrated by the lack of information from sect leader Oscar Yellinek, who shortly disappears; his three women assistants; and the girls themselves, who are trained not to be forthcoming to those from the Other World. As expected, Van Veeteren eventually puts the pieces together yet rues his failure to identify the killer earlier. VERDICT The intuitive, introspective Van Veeteren has contemplated retirement more then once before, but the evil behind these murders may prove to be his final straw. This is stylish, atmospheric crime fiction with a strong moral core from an award-winning author; essential for readers of the genre.—Michele Leber, Arlington, VA
Kirkus Reviews

Inspector Van Veeteren probes a religious camp after a series of anonymous calls reports a missing girl.

At the Pure Life Camp in the wilderness at Waldingham, a camper sneaks out of her cabin in the middle of the night, then realizes she's being followed. A short time later, laid-back local police chief Kluuge receives a series of whispered calls about a girl missing from the camp. Meanwhile, in the city of Maardam, a sweltering summer is, depending on whom you ask, either raising or lowering the crime rate. Veteran Inspector Van Veeteren, who's closing in on 60, is again contemplating retirement and a less stressful life. So getting sent to Pure Life seems like an ironic bit of karma. He finds Kluuge an amiable shirker, and the neighbors of the camphard to communicate with. Van Veeteren checks in regularly with the squad room guys, who have everything under control in other cases. But the creepy leader of the camp proves to be a challenge. Slick, smug and shrewd, Oscar Yellinek parries all of Ven Veeteren's probing questions about the camp, which caters exclusively to teenage girls. Employees and campers alike deny that a girl is missing, but Van Veeteren smells a lie and a cult when Yellinek is evasive regarding sexual activity at the camp. The discovery of a dead girl changes everything.

Van Veeteren's fifth case to be translated into English(Woman with Birthmark, 2009, etc.) builds slowly, the grim haunting plot perfectly suited to the methodical, stoic hero.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307379825
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/14/2011
  • Series: Inspector Van Veeteren Series , #5
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 99,597
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Håkan Nesser was awarded the 1993 Swedish Crime Writers’ Academy Prize for new authors for Mind’s Eye (published in Sweden as Det Grovmaskiga Nätet); he received the best novel award in 1994 for Borkmann’s Point and in 1996 for Woman with Birthmark. In 1999 he was awarded the Crime Writers of Scandinavia’s Glass Key Award for the best crime novel of the year for Carambole. Nesser lives in Sweden and London.

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The girl in bed number 12 woke up early.
A summer morning. The gentle light of dawn sneaked in through the inadequate curtains. Started thawing out the night, a bit at a time. Levering up the darkness out of corners, prying into the other girls’ innocent dreams. Their contented sniffling. She lay there for a while, listening to them. Trying to identify them. Kathrine was lying on her back as usual, snoring gently through her open mouth. Belle was hissing like a snake. To her right, Marieke was puffing away; one arm was dangling down by the side of the bed, and her mop of red hair was spread like a fan over her pillow. A drop of saliva trembled in the corner of her mouth—perhaps she should creep over to her and use a corner of the sheet to wipe it away? But she desisted.
She would have liked to tell Marieke what she was going to do. Marieke if nobody else. Say something; leave a message, anything. But she still hadn’t made up her mind the previous evening. She’d been hemming and hawing. It wasn’t an easy decision to make. She’d lain there, brooding over it, tossing and turning and making the iron-framed bed groan and creak until well into the night—both Marieke and Ruth had wondered if she was ill, and Belle had begged her several times to stop making such a racket.
Belle was a bit of a pain, but her dad was a close friend of Yellinek’s so it was advisable to keep well in with her. That’s what they said, at least. But then, they said all kinds of things at the Waldingen camp.
Anyway, she’d been tossing and turning. She had no idea when she’d eventually fallen asleep, nor did she know what time it was now—but her body was telling her that she hadn’t had all that much sleep. In any case, now the moment had arrived—and, ah well, she’d better get up.
Her internal alarm clock had worked as it always did; but, of course, there was no reason it should continue to keep her awake. No reason at all.
She carefully folded back the heavy duvet and sat up. Dug out her jeans, T-shirt, and sneakers from the bedside cupboard and dressed quickly. Noticed that the pain in her stomach had returned, but brushed it to one side with the aid of her anger.
Her anger and sense of justice.
She scraped together the rest of her belongings in controlled haste: it wasn’t easy to find room for everything, but she managed it. She fastened her rucksack and crept out. The door creaked as usual as she opened it, and some of the steps sighed unhappily when she trod on them, but in less than half a minute she was outside.
She scampered over the dew-laden grass and up toward the edge of the forest, stopping only when she had crossed over the little ridge and descended into the first of the hollows. Out of sight of the buildings, and out of reach.
She paused for a while among the blueberry bushes, shivering in what remained of the chilly night air while she worked out points of the compass and directions. Noticed that her teeth were chattering. If she kept going straight ahead through the trees, she must sooner or later come to the road, she knew that. But it was a long way. Even if she managed to stick to a more or less straight line it would take half an hour at the very least, and of course it wasn’t certain that she’d be able to avoid going around in circles. By no means certain. She had lived in cities all her life: being close to nature among all these trees was not the environment she was used to.
She was playing away from home, you might say.
In normal circumstances she could have said a prayer, of course. Prayed to God and asked Him to stand by her and help her along her way, but it didn’t seem right this morning.
Not right, and somehow not really honest.
God had started to look different recently. Yes, that’s more or less what it seemed like. Become big, difficult and unapproachable, and—even if she didn’t like to accept the thought—a bit frightening. The gentle bearded grandad figure of her childhood was swathed in shadows.
In darkness.
And now that she came to think about it, she realized that it was because of that very darkness that she was standing here among the blueberry bushes, wondering what to do next.
Hesitating and fighting against her fear and her anger. And her sense of justice, as already mentioned.
Yes, that was why.
The terrain sloped down to the right. Toward the lake and the winding dirt road leading to the Finghers’ farm, where they took it in turns to go every evening to fetch the milk. And potatoes and vegetables and eggs.
Always in a group of four, with one of the rickety carts, and with Yellinek in the lead. Nobody could really understand why it was necessary for Yellinek always to be there when they went to the farm. Surely one of the sisters could have done it? Although it could have been to protect them from danger. That’s probably why. The Finghers’ farm was the only contact they had with the Other World, as Yellinek used to call it in his talks, the ones he held every morning and evening.
The Other World?
Now I’m standing in the Other World, she thought. I’ve only ventured a couple of hundred yards into it, and already I’m not sure which way to go. Perhaps everything really was like Yellinek said it was after all? Perhaps it really was Yellinek’s God who was the real God, and not her own—her kind and forgiving and almost a little bit childlike God, full of joy?
The hell it is, she muttered to herself with another shudder, this time mainly to reinforce her thoughts. What’s the point of a God who isn’t gentle and kind?
But what she would do if she did eventually manage to get to the main road—well, that was something neither she nor either of the Gods could answer.
Something will turn up, as her grandma used to say. I’ll think of something. She cast one more glance back over the ridge, toward the buildings: all she could see sticking up over the trees was the very top of the pointed roof of the dining room.
And the big, black cross, of course, the one they’d nailed together the very first day they arrived. She took a deep breath, turned her back on all that and began to make her way down toward the lake. Best to stick to the familiar dirt road after all.
She emerged from the trees close to the enormous birch that she and Marieke had discussed carving their names into before they left.
Always assuming they could find a way of slipping out unnoticed, that was the problem. They would have to steal twenty minutes from the Pure Life, sneak out and then back in without being seen. They didn’t really fancy their chances of actually doing it, it was just one of those things people said; but here she was now, in fact, rubbing her hand over the smooth, white bark.
The Pure Life? she thought. The Good Shepherd?
The Other World?
A lot of crap.
The word came into her mind just as quickly as it had done yester­day. “Crap.” She hadn’t been able to hold it back then—it had flown out of her mouth like an angry and hotheaded little swallow, and in a flash it had changed into a big cloud.
Yes, that’s exactly what it was like. A dark and threatening cloud hanging over the heads of everybody in the Hall of Life. It made the girls hold their breath, and Yellinek’s pale eyes slowly turned to stare at her for several seconds, which felt like days.
“I want to have a word with you afterward,” he’d said eventually, then turned his eyes away again and continued talking in his usual low voice. About purity and whiteness and nakedness and all that stuff.
Then later on in the White Room.
But not even there did he waste many words on her. Merely stated the fact.
“The Devil, my girl. You have the Devil inside you. Tomorrow we’ll drive it out.”
Then he’d sent her off to bed with a weary gesture.
She had heard about driving out the Devil, but had no idea how they went about it. She’d thought it was something that only grown-ups did, but evidently not. Anybody could be possessed by the Devil, even a little child: that was something she’d learned last night.
And now it was going to be driven out. That was bound to be an unpleasant experience. Much worse than the caning to drive out sin—and although she had been here for two weeks now, she still hadn’t grown accustomed to that. After every session she needed to cry a bit in private, but she hadn’t noticed any of the other girls needing to do that.
And now the need to cry had struck her again. Without any warning, she felt a burning sensation in her throat and then the tears started to flow and she had to sit down by the side of the road. Just for a few moments, to let it run its course and go away. It was silly, wandering around in the middle of the road and sobbing. Even though it couldn’t have been later than six or half past—and even though there was virtually no risk of meeting another soul—it was silly.
She found a handkerchief in her rucksack and blew her nose. Remained sitting there for a few minutes, to be on the safe side, and it was just as she was about to stand up and continue on her way that she heard a twig snap close by, and she quickly realized that she was by no means as alone as she had imagined.

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  • Posted September 21, 2011

    Readable, but Slow

    One of my greatest frustrations about following book series with lead detectives is when the author decides to take the reader through the detectives' personal reflections and angst. I find that, more often than not, this comes at the expense of the pace of the story and I inevitably lose interest. I have taken no less than three weeks to trudge through this Van Veeteren mystery.

    The story is straightforward enough, but most of the characters are all as tortured and brooding as Van Veeteren himself, so there's no great variation of mood, scenery, pace, or advancement. If you're in the mood for a weekend read in front of the fireplace on the couch, this is not it.

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  • Posted June 11, 2011

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    an entertaining bleak murder investigation

    Between the Swedish summer heat, the workload, and his feeling he suffers from PTSD, Chief Inspector Van Veeteren considers strongly about retiring. He figures he deserves a vacation as he has kept putting it off and will decide when he comes back whether to submit his papers.

    However, someone rapes and murders a young girl in the woods near the Pure Life sect encampment. Van Veeteren leads the investigation. When he and his team meet the charismatic leader of Pure Life, Oscar Yellinek; Van Veeteren thinks the man is pure evil and guilty but has no proof. The cops find the total silence of the members disturbing as no one utters a word and via passive resistance refuse to cooperate except an anonymous woman who keeps giving him tips while violent homicides occur.

    The latest Swedish Inspector Van Veeteren police procedural (see Mind's Eye and Woman with a Birthmark) is an entertaining bleak murder investigation. The protagonist's fears he is over the edge when it comes to killers as he considers retirement. His doubts enhance the whodunit as Van Veeteren desperately wants to deliver swift justice instead of keeping predatory monsters safe until the courts to do their job. Although too much time is spent on Swedish food and other minor sidebars, fans of Scandinavian Noir will enjoy Van Veeteren's dark frustration with legal justice being at a snail's pace.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted October 26, 2012

    I enjoyed this one as I did the others

    I have read each of the first five books of the Inspecter Van Veeteren series by Hakan Nesser. I look forward to reading his latest.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2011

    Check Swedish authors

    Love these mysteries by Swedish authors. Very suspensful. After Stieg Larssen's triology I was hooked on the stories from all these authors.

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