So there we were in the corner Italian restaurant — not staffed by Italians mind you, though maybe the cook is, but by Hungarians and Croatians — wondering why Swedish mystery writers (crime novelists, to some) are so big in Germany, and so much better than most German practitioners of the genre.
Not that we figured it out, any more than we solved the riddle of Lawrence Norfolk’s popularity here.
I haven’t read more than a couple of pages of Mankell, but I loathe him all the same.
Made it into the Danish – was that Pomeranian marshes with the Rhino and got bogged down, but the Dictionary is splendid