"You're a tiny bit damaged every time you unravel another murder case. Unfortunately, as a rule there are more human wrecks and sadder stories, and fewer ingenious motives, than you would imagine from reading Agatha Christie. At first I saw myself as a kind of knight dispensing justice, but at times I feel more like a refuse collector"
If you are into gloomy police procedurals there's no better place to go than Scandinavia. These writers would make even sunny, laidback Australia look like a dismal place filled with existential dread. Detective Harry Hole is sent to Sidney to assist the local police investigating the murder of a young Norwegian girl. Pretty soon it becomes apparent that what appeared initially as a straightforward mugging on a dark street is in fact the work of a serial killer that has flown under the radar for many years. Like a bat, the Aboriginal symbol of death. Harry finds himself partnered with Andrew, an Aboriginal man who managed to integrate himself in the white society and to become a police officer.
To have survived for so long there's nothing random about it. There is a pattern. There's always a pattern. Not because you plan it, but because all humans are creatures of habit, there's no difference between you and me and the rapist. It's just a question of finding what this particular creature's habits are.
The investigation has many of the classic elements of a police procedural: the disillusioned detective that is too stubborn to give up, the slow accumulation of evidence, the interviews with the witnesses, the stakeouts – all of it building up towards a final showdown between the killer and the policeman. Yet Jo Nesbo, even in this first book in the series, shows that he can take a classic tale and make it his own, give it that personal touch that will soon make him a bestseller author.
Violence is like Coca-Cola and the Bible. A classic.
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I read "The Bat" after I started the series with the third book "The Redbreast". I find the later book to be better written and better plotted, but I am glad I went back to the beginning. This trip to Australia did feel sometimes like a tourist brochure, but it is also the Origin story of the lead character in the series. We are given a lot of background information of what makes Harry Hole tick, going all the way back to beautiful memories of a fjord valley in Romsdalen, a youthful romance on a roadtrip through Italy, what turned him into an alcoholic and how the booze made him a pariah at a very young age.
The book also reads a lot like a movie script for a big budget production, which is not a bad thing in itself (it just feels a tad contrived). I wish Hollywood would make fewer remakes and sequels of superhero movies and tap into some of these well plotted action thrillers. There are enough red herrings thrown at the reader to make Agatha Christie jealous. She's already mentioned by Harry, because there's a major difference between her cozy mysteries and the blood-soaked, shockingly personal trauma that defines a Harry Hole investigation.
Another thing worth mentioning, because I want to avoid talking about the actual plot, is that Nesbo did his homework on Australia thoroughly. Sidney and the countryside comes alive under his pen as Harry checks out burlesque shows, amateur boxing, aboriginal homeless, drug dealers, the gay community, the beaches, the Aquarium, (not the Opera House, though), skydiving and rock festivals. I may have skipped some of the sights, but I recommend checking the book for yourself.
I plan to continue reading the books in the order they were published, even if each of them is structured to function also as a standalone.