Outrage (Reykjavik Thriller Series #7)

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"Indridason fills the void that remains after you've read Stieg Larsson's novels." —USA Today

 

Arnaldur Indridason has proven himself to be a master of the mystery genre with his critically acclaimed Inspector Erlunder series, which has sold more than 7 million copies worldwide. Now, in Outrage, this superlative crime writer author has written his best book to date, with exceptional prose, heart pounding suspense, and a mystery that is ...

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Overview

"Indridason fills the void that remains after you've read Stieg Larsson's novels." —USA Today

 

Arnaldur Indridason has proven himself to be a master of the mystery genre with his critically acclaimed Inspector Erlunder series, which has sold more than 7 million copies worldwide. Now, in Outrage, this superlative crime writer author has written his best book to date, with exceptional prose, heart pounding suspense, and a mystery that is not solved until the last page.

Haunted by personal demons, Detective Erlunder decides to take a short leave of absence, putting a female detective, Elínborg, in charge while he is gone. When a troubling case lands on Elínborg’s desk, she’s quickly thrust into a violent and volatile situation with extremely high stakes. Soon, her investigation uncovers a twisted tale of double lives that may be connected to the unsolved disappearance of a young girl. The clock is ticking to solve the case before a serial rapist strikes again.

Reviewers everywhere rave about Indridason’s smart and fast-paced Reykjavík thrillers, which exemplify the very best in international crime fiction. Perfect for the many devoted fans of this series as well as for the reader who’s never visited Iceland through Indridason’s books, Outrage will lead you down a trail of hidden violence, psychological brutality, and wrongs that may never fully be righted.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Elínborg, Inspector Erlender’s female detective colleague, takes charge of a case in Indridason’s subpar seventh Icelandic thriller (after 2009’s Hypothermia). When Elínborg and her team investigate the murder of Runólfur, an inoffensive young man whose half-dressed, butchered body was found in his Reykjavík flat, they find a date rape drug, Rohypnol, on his person and later, during the autopsy, stuffed down his throat. Elínborg’s search for answers leads her to the victim’s village, where she discovers that old sins can cast long shadows and outrage can induce a person to take extraordinary and uncharacteristic measures. While Indridason provides his usual insights into Icelandic society and culture, lucky breaks mark much of the plodding police work, and the meandering forays into Elínborg’s personal life—the demands of raising three children, the pleasure she takes in cooking—may make her more human but don’t add much of interest. (Sept.)
From the Publisher
"Genuinely fascinating... A deeply compelling procedural that should provide Indridason an even wider audience than he already has found."

—Booklist (starred) 

"Another deftly modulated murder puzzle from Indridason with terrific character portraits, many twists and a satisfying "aha!" moment."

—Kirkus

"Fans of old-school sleuthing and new-school crime thrillers alike will relish this terrific read with its modern heroine but old-fashioned, meticulous approach."

—Library Journal

Outrage is further evidence that Indridason is one of the most brilliant crime writers of his generation.”

The Sunday Times (UK)

Outstanding Praise for Arnaldur Indridason

“Indridason keeps readers guessing until the very last pages.”

Washington Post Book World

“Arnaldur Indridason is already an international literary phenom. I can't wait for the next.”

—Harlan Coben

“A commanding new voice . . . puts Iceland on the map as a major destination for enthusiasts of Nordic crime fiction.”

—Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times Book Review

“A superb series . . . Expertly handled.”

Chicago Sun-Times

“Arnaldur Indridason and Stieg Larsson produced two of the best crime novels this year."

 —The London Times

“Henning Mankell and Arnaldur Indridason are two of the great names in Nordic crime fiction.”

The Canberra Times (Australia)

"Every one of these writers is good [Hakan Nesser, Kjell Eriksson, Ake Edwardson, Helene Tursten, Karin Fossum], but in my book, Arnaldur Indridason is even better."

 —Joe Queenen, Los Angeles Times

“A haunting and elegant novel . . . a writer of astonishing gravitas and talent."

—John Lescroart

“What’s Icelandic for “We have ourselves a winner?”

Newsday

"Mesmerizing.”  

The Wall Street Journal

Library Journal
With Inspector Erlendur off on unknown personal business, detectives Sigurdor Óli and Elínborg are left in charge of the violent crimes unit in Reykjavik, Iceland. A generally sleepy department is shaken at the discovery of a hanging man drained of blood, his mouth stuffed with Rohypnol. Slowly, Elínborg unravels the dead man's horrific past, linking him to a series of vicious sexual assaults. Despite her lack of sympathy for the victim, Elínborg must track down the man's victims, sort through their psychological wreckage, and locate his killer. Indridason's novel bucks a current tendency toward narrative foreshadowing, its chapters instead following Elínborg and her bit-by-bit detection. Clues are uncovered gradually, red herrings appear, characters remain opaque, and frustration abounds. VERDICT Fans of old-school sleuthing and new-school crime thrillers alike will relish this terrific read with its modern heroine but old-fashioned, meticulous approach. Indridason has written several Inspector Erlendur novels (Silence of the Grave Jar City) and is the recipient of numerous European crime novel awards. —J. Rogers, Reynolds Community Coll., Richmond
Kirkus Reviews
Who could have killed the mercurial young man with no enemies...and no friends? An anonymous young man dresses carefully, goes to a Reykjavík bar, and hits on a young woman wearing a "San Francisco" tshirt who vaguely remembers him. The next morning, a man is found dead in his home, throat slit and wearing a "San Francisco" T-shirt too small for him. With Inspector Erlendur on an unexpected leave of absence, the case falls to Detective Elínborg. The victim is Runólfur, young and single. Near the body is found a condom and, in his jacket pocket, several pills of the date-rape drug Rohypnol. Runólfur seems to know many people casually and no one well. Everyone Elínborg interviews is a possible, though unlikely, suspect. Runólfur's mother, Kristjana, who lives in a village far from the city, confirms her son's eagerness to escape the village and live in the city but offers little useful information. The evidence points to Runólfur as a possible serial rapist; the closest thing he has to a friend, the socially awkward young Edvard, may be his accomplice. The case takes a baffling new turn with the discovery that Runólfur himself had ingested a large quantity of Rohypnol shortly before his murder. In the midst of what's probably the most important case in her career, Elínborg struggles with the work-life balance and the increasing aloofness of her elder son Valthór, who's addicted to his computer. As if her stress level weren't high enough, she gets word that Erlendur seems to have vanished. Another deftly modulated murder puzzle from Indridason (Hypothermia, 2010, etc.), with terrific character portraits, many twists and a satisfying "aha!" moment.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312659110
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 9/18/2012
  • Series: Reykjavik Thriller Series , #7
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 288
  • Product dimensions: 6.30 (w) x 9.30 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

ARNALDUR INDRIDASON won the CWA Gold Dagger Award for Silence of the Grave and is the only author to win the Glass Key Award for Best Nordic Crime Novel two years in a row, for Jar City and Silence of the Grave. The film of Jar City, now available from Netflix, was Iceland’s entry for the Academy Award for Best Foreign Film, and the film of his next book, Silence of the Grave, is currently in production with the same director. The recent film Contraband, starring Mark Wahlberg, is based on an Icelandic film written by Indridason, who lives in Reykjavik, Iceland.

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OUTRAGE (Chapter 1)

He dressed himself in black jeans, a white shirt and a comfortable jacket, put on a pair of smart shoes he had had for three years, and considered the venues in the city centre that one of the women had mentioned.

He mixed himself two stiff drinks, which he drank as he watched TV and waited until it was time to go into town. He didn't want to set off too early - someone might notice him hanging around in a half-empty bar and he wanted to avoid that. The most import ant thing was to melt into the crowd, to go unnoticed, to be like everyone else. He mustn't be memorable in any way, must not stand out. In the unlikely event that anyone asked him about his movements that evening, he would say he had been at home all night, watching TV. If everything went according to plan, no one, anywhere, would remember his presence.

When the time was right he drained his glass and left. He was slightly tipsy. He walked from his home near the city centre through the autumn darkness towards the bar. The town was already buzzing with weekend revellers. Queues were forming at the most popular venues, bouncers were flexing their muscles and people were wheedling for admission. Music could be heard in the street, and food smells from restaurants mingled with the alcoholic fumes seeping from the bars. Some people were drunker than others. He despised them.

He had only a short wait before he made it inside. It wasn't one of the most fashionable places, but it was crammed all the same. That was fine. He had already been on the lookout for girls or young women on his way through town: preferably not much over thirty, preferably not stone-cold sober. It was all right if they'd had a bit to drink but he didn't want them too drunk.

He kept a low profile. He patted his jacket pocket once more, to be sure he had it. He had touched the pocket lightly several times on the way, knowing that he must be one of those neurotic types who were forever checking whether they'd locked the door, forgotten their keys, whether the coffee maker was definitely switched off or a hotplate had been left on. He was obsessive like that - he recalled reading about it in some magazine. Another article had been about a different compulsion of his: washing his hands twenty times a day.

Most people were drinking half-litres of beer, so he ordered the same. The bartender hardly glanced at him, and he took care to pay cash. He found it easy to blend in. Most of the customers were about his age, out with friends or colleagues. The drinkers raised their voices to be heard over the heavy rap beat of the music and the din was deafening. He took a leisurely look around, observing groups of women sitting and standing together. Other women were with boyfriends or husbands, but there was no one who appeared to be alone. He left without finishing his drink.

At the third place he spotted a woman he recognised - he thought she was probably about thirty and she seemed to be on her own. She sat at a table in the smoking area, surrounded by other smokers, but she was clearly not with them. He observed her from a distance as she sipped a margarita and smoked two cigarettes. The bar was packed, but no one who approached her seemed to know her.

Two men spoke to her but she shook her head and they left. A third man loomed over her, apparently unwilling to take no for an answer.

She was a brunette with a pretty face, a bit heavyset but nicely dressed in a skirt and a short-sleeved T-shirt and with a beautiful shawl around her shoulders. Across the T-shirt the words San Francisco were stencilled, with a little flower growing up out of the letter F.

She managed to shake off her persistent suitor, who made an angry remark and left.

He gave her time to settle down before he approached her. 'Have you been there?' he asked. The brunette looked up. She couldn't place him.

'To San Francisco?' he added, pointing at the shirt.

She looked down at her breasts.

'Oh, this?' she asked.

'It's a delightful city,' he said. 'You should go sometime.'

She looked at him, debating whether to tell him to push off like she'd told the others. Then she seemed to remember meeting him before.

'There's so much going on there,' he said. 'In Frisco. A lot to see.'

She smiled.

'Fancy meeting you here,' she said.

'Yes, nice to see you. Are you here alone?'

'Alone? Yes.'

'So, what about Frisco? You must go.'

'I know, I've...'

Her words were drowned out by the noise. He passed his hand over his jacket pocket and leaned over her.

'The airfare's not cheap,' he said. 'But I mean...I went there once, it was great. A delightful city.'

He used certain words deliberately. She was looking up at him, and he imagined her counting on the fingers of one hand how many young men she had met in her life who would use a word like delightful.

'I know. I've been.'

'Oh. Well, then. May I join you?'

She hesitated for a moment, then moved over to make room for him.

Nobody took any notice of them in the bar, nor when they left a little over an hour later and headed back to his place, taking deserted side streets. By then the drug was working. He had offered her another margarita, and as he'd returned from the bar with her third drink he'd slid his hand into his jacket pocket to palm the pill and slipped it into her glass. They were getting along fine, and he was sure she would give him no trouble.

The Criminal Investigation Department received the notification two days later. Elínborg was on duty and she called out the team. When she arrived at the scene traffic police had already closed off the road, in the Thingholt district, and the forensics officers were just pulling up. She saw a representative of the Regional Medical Officer get out of his car. At the start of a case only forensics team members were permitted to enter the flat, to carry out their investigations. They 'froze' the scene, as they put it.

Elínborg made the necessary arrangements as she waited patiently for the forensics team to give her the go-ahead. Journalists and other media reporters were gathering, and she observed them at work. They were pushy - some were even rude to the police who were keeping them away from the crime scene. One or two of the TV reporters looked familiar: a vacuous quiz-show host who had recently transferred to the news, and the presenter of a political chat show. She had no idea why he should be down here with the news teams. Elínborg recalled her early days with the CID, when she'd been one of only a handful of women detectives: back then the reporters had been much more polite, and far fewer. She preferred the press journalists. Print-media people were less rushed, less overbearing and less self-important than the TV reporters toting their video cameras. Some of them could even write.

Neighbours stood at their windows or had stepped out into their doorways, arms crossed in the autumn chill, puzzlement on their faces; they had no idea what had happened. Police officers had started questioning them: had they noticed anything unusual on the street, or specifically at the house, anyone coming or going? Did they know the resident? Had they been inside?

Elínborg had once rented a flat in Thingholt, long before it had become fashionable. She had liked living in this historic area on the hillside above the old town centre. The houses, which varied in age, encapsulated a century of the history of building and architecture in the city: some had been humble labourers' cottages, others had been grand villas built by wealthy entrepreneurs. Rich and poor, masters and workers, had always lived there in harmony side by side until the district had started to attract young home-buyers with no interest in settling in the sprawling new suburbs that were stretching into the upland heaths, and who preferred to make their homes close to the heart of the city. The artistic and fashionable classes moved into the old timber-framed houses, and the splendid mansions were bought up by the super-wealthy and nouveau riche. They wore their downtown postcode like a badge of honour: 101 Reykjavík.

The head of forensics appeared at the corner of the house and called to Elínborg. He reminded her to be careful, and not to touch anything.

'It's nasty,' he said.

'Oh?'

'Like an abattoir.'

The entrance to the ground-floor flat was at the rear, facing the garden, and was not visible from the road; a paved path led round to the back of the house. As she entered the flat Elínborg saw the body of a young man lying on the living-room floor. His trousers were around his ankles and he was wearing nothing but a blood-soaked T-shirt with the words San Francisco stencilled on it. A little flower was growing up out of the letter F.

OUTRAGE. Copyright 2008 by Arnaldur Indridason.

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  • Posted September 18, 2012

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    Outrage

    At the outset of this book by Icelandic author Indridason, the eighth in the series available in English translation, a young man picks up a woman in a bar, slips some rohypnol into her drink and brings her back to his home in an historic area of Reykjavik. When two days later the police are called to the scene, the body found lying in a pool of blood on the floor is not that of the woman, but the young man who lived there, his throat having been slashed. The only clues are a woman’s shawl, and a strange smell that lingers in the air.

    In this latest entry in the series, Detective Elinborg has the primary role, while her colleagues Erlendur and Sigurdur Oli take on lesser roles, the former only by reference in the early and late parts of the book [referred to as “a failure of a father,” an “irascible loner,” and “an insightful detective” whom Elinborg admires but does not necessarily like]. As the book opens he has apparently taken a leave of absence to travel to the East Fjords, where he had lived as a young boy. Oli has only a secondary role in the present investigations, with Elinborg taking the lead.

    As always, Elinborg has conflicts between her job and her role as a wife and mother, and worries that she is not devoting enough time to her family. The older of her two sons, 16 years old and increasingly distant, has been a cause of concern lately, and she “sometimes worried about the relationships between parents and their children,” a theme which recurs throughout the book. In the course of her investigation, Elinborg is drawn into an old case, one involving the disappearance of a 19-year-old girl six years prior, and the possibility that the two cases are tied together.

    Having been steadily absorbing reading for more than the first half of the book, it suddenly becomes more intriguing as the plot turns more complex, and maintains that level till the denouement. This is a powerful book, consistent with all this author’s prior work, and highly recommended.

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  • Posted October 12, 2012

    recommended reading

    This is fast moving, kept me wanting to keep reading. I can't wait for his next book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 10, 2013

    Highly recommend

    I'm reading all of Arnaldur Indridason's mysteries. Do yourself a favor....if you like the excitement, the unusual....don't miss any of his books. After you read one, you'll be hooked.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 26, 2013

    NOT QUITE UP TO USUAL STANDARD

    I have read all books by this author but feel cheated this time. I felt he wrote this while on autopilot..followed his formula to the letter only Elinborg was in charge. The story is dark, as usual, we do get to know Elinborg a tad better, and we get a fine lecture on why rape needs to be prosecuted more like a premeditated attempted murder at the least..the solution was creative!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2013

    good read

    Interesting change from his usual police stories.

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  • Posted January 1, 2013

    Iceland!

    Really hooked onhis writing, although the translator seemed to have changed, the story itself is well worth the read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 19, 2012

    July 12???????

    How can a reviewer post a negative review months before release date? I thought this was a good story...well written as were all of this authors novels...Charlie

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2012

    I haven't received this book yet! Pls LOOK at the Pub. Date!!!

    The review is in the TITLE!!!!

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