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The Draining Lake | 
enlarge | Author: Arnaldur Indridason Creator: Bernard Scudder Publisher: Harvill Secker Category: Book
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Rating: 5 reviews Sales Rank: 3852
Media: Paperback Pages: 400 Shipping Weight (lbs): 0.8 Dimensions (in): 9.1 x 5.8 x 1
ISBN: 1846550955 EAN: 9781846550959 ASIN: 1846550955
Publication Date: August 2, 2007 Availability: Usually dispatched within 1-2 business days Condition: Brand new book dispatched from stock in the UK
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INCISIVE BOOK, EXCELLENTLY TRANSLATED... December 8, 2007 7 out of 9 found this review helpful
This is the first Indridason book which I have read and I found it excellent.
The action moves back and forth from the finding of a skeleton in a draining lake to the lives of the detectives and then to the lives of the students in communist East Germany. By the time that the lake begins to fill again, many old tragedies have been exhumed and explored....
The characters are alive and the concerns and interests of the young students are explored in detail and we come to care about the experiences of Lothar, Emil, Hannes, Tomas and particularly Ilona whose story is the connecting thread which holds them all together (or splits them apart).
The detectives, Erlendur, Elinborg and Sigurdur Oli,are real people and friends: "What's the book called?" Erlendur asked. "'More than Just Desserts'" Elinborg said. "It's a pun. Justice - get it - and desserts, and it's not just desserts..." "Very droll" Erlendur said, casting a look of astonishment at Sigurdur Oli, who was trying to smother his laughter.
They have their moments of fun and laughter but also their personal tragedies: "Erlunder lay staring up into the darkness...He thought about his brother, for whom he had been searching in vain all these years. His bones were lying somewhere. Perhaps deep in a fissure, or higher up in the mountains than he could ever imagine.... 'Don't you ever get tired of all this?' Tired of this endless search."
Of course, the search is a metaphor for Erlendur's search for meaning and also for his profession which entails a constant search. In this case, to find the identity of the body with the hole in its skull and also for some reason for its death.
It is only at the end that it all becomes apparent and yet another case has been solved. But many other questions have been answered and relationships have been explored.
The late, much lamented Bernard Scudder has translated this book with a sensitive touch, maintaining the tone and essence of the story and conveying to us the effect of the cold, icy environment on young and old alike.
Do buy it, it's well worth reading...
Dark October 12, 2007 1 out of 8 found this review helpful
I am not a fan of Indridason's writing style, nor of the quality of the translation. His dialogues especially are stilted and dark, full of aggression, antagonism and rudeness even when the speakers profess to be cheerful. The multiple threads of the book, the lives of the protagonists and the mystery itself, are snipped into chunks and intermingled throughout the book, making it sometimes difficult to follow the plot line. I would prefer more concentration on the mystery and could do without the details about the lives of the detectives, which, for me, detract from the book.
Despite these reservations I have always enjoyed Indridason's works, and this one is no exception. One further comment - as the story lines of the lives of the detectives develop through his books, it is best to read them in order of being written.
Old sins October 3, 2007 2 out of 4 found this review helpful
Another story featuring the detective who has a penchant for looking for missing people, his own brother having been lost in a snowstorm when they were children.
The themes of love and betrayal recur in the novel, not least with Erlendur's own messy personal life. To be honest I was almost put off by the blurb which mentioned espionage but I thought there was enough depth and plain human interest in the Leipzig flashbacks to sustain interest.
Without spoiling it for someone who hasn't read it, the mystery surrounding Leopold kept me guessing. The dogged investigator's efforts finally pay off. If only he could sort out his own life as efficiently.
It certainly makes a change to have a novel set mostly in Iceland; the author slyly suggests that for a foreign diplomat, to be sent to Iceland was considered a dire punishment.
Would like to add, I think the translator deserves a pat on the back for taut, descriptive prose.
Arnaldur Indridason - The Draining Lake September 12, 2007 9 out of 13 found this review helpful
Brilliant, this. Indridason's style here is simply amazing, blending supremember intelligece with sensitivity and subtlety. His prose is so clear, but so balanced, poetic in that unflashy way that the very best poetry has, only very occasionally sparking with a lyrical sentence or an unexpected piercing insight. It is a joy to just read the prose, let alone follow the story, and that is excellent as well. It feels more "important" than Voices, but is just as gripping and mysterious. As in novels before, Indridason's unveils things gradually, allowing the reader a sense that they know what is going on, but in the end they don't fully, and that is where the power comes from. It reminds me of how Rendell writing as Barbara Vine goes about things, hinting and allowing educated guesses but always holding something vital back, and comparison to Rendell is possibly the highest complement I can accord. The Draining Lake is Indridason's best achievement so far, a gripping novel that's easy and inspiring to read, the kind of novel which makes the business of writing look easy while concealing how much sweat, graft, and craft went into the whole process. Excellent insights harking back to the cold war sensibilities, a revising of that kind of novel, the whole thing is excellent from beginning to end. This is the kind of novel which shows why translated novels won the Gold Dagger in 3 out of 4 years: when other countries produce novels like this, unless they raise their game most British crime novelists don't stand a chance.
Good - but not his best September 1, 2007 11 out of 16 found this review helpful
I first discovered this author when he won the Crime Writers' Association Gold Dagger a couple of years ago. Since then I've read all his books that have been translated into English and this is my least favourite. The action swings between modern Iceland and 1950s Leipzig where students from Iceland and the Eastern Bloc countries who have shown sufficient zeal for the party line (or may simply be useful to it in the future)are given sponsored university places. Once there, however, some of them realise that Eastern Germany is not the socialist paradise they've been led to believe. In the meantime, in modern day Iceland a body has been discovered in a draining lake. This isn't a bad book - the police personnel are as interesting as ever - but once you've gone past the student-who-knows-all-the-answers-to-the-world's-problems stage yourself, it's hard to care about such characters. I just didn't like any of the students in Leipzig enough to care what happened to them.
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