Black seconds

Karin Fossum, 1954-

Book - 2007

In this fifth Inspector Sejer mystery, a little girl has vanished without a trace and Sejer must find her before it's too late.

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Published
Orlando : Harcourt c2007.
Language
English
Norwegian
Main Author
Karin Fossum, 1954- (-)
Other Authors
Charlotte Barslund (-)
Edition
1st ed
Item Description
"An Inspector Sejer mystery"--Cover.
Physical Description
266 p. ; 24 cm
ISBN
9780151015276
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Review by New York Times Review

It doesn't take a terrorist, a serial killer or some paranormal force to rattle the insular Norwegian communities Karin Fossum writes about in her quietly unnerving thrillers. In BLACK SECONDS (Harcourt, $24), all it takes is the disappearance of a child. Granted, this is no ordinary kiddie - 9-year-old Ida Joner is so "sweet and enchanting" she's "like a child in a fairy tale." Everyone in the village of Glassverket loves Ida, but none more than her mother, who idolizes her golden girl. A sad, fatalistic woman, Helga Joner has always felt that Ida was "just too good to be true. ... Too good to last," and when Ida vanishes after setting off on her new yellow bicycle to buy a magazine, the distraught Helga goes to pieces. But she isn't the only distressed mother Inspector Konrad Sejer encounters when he arrives in Glassverket to investigate Ida's disappearance. Ruth Rix, Helga's sunnier sister, is disturbed by the antisocial behavior of her truculent teenage son, Tomme, who is running around with a 22-year-old delinquent named Willy. And although Willy is the kind of fellow mothers consider a bad influence, his own mother feels differently - and becomes alarmed when he fails to return from an excursion to Copenhagen. The most unforgettable mother in the story, however, is Elsa Marie Mork, a bitter old woman who fanatically cleans house as a way of staving off the fears she harbors about her mentally retarded adult son, Emil. Elsa has a rough tongue that's forever lashing this hulking fellow, who lives alone, rides around on a three-wheeled bicycle and has spoken only one word - "No" - in 50 years. "Her heart was encased in a hard shell, but it still beat with compassion on the inside," Fossum writes, observing this brittle woman with detached, heartbreaking tenderness. These are the women the detective finds waiting anxiously for answers, and perhaps for some solace. But if Sejer is ever to assume that burden of compassion, he must find a way to get past the secrets and lies people have thrown up like battlement walls. And none are more impenetrable than the silence that both protects and isolates Emil. Eventually, that barrier also falls - not to violent attack but to Sejer's kindness and the strength of the social bonds of village life. "Ida's disappearance was like a net and it drew them all in," Fossum explains. "They were united in something," and that unity is not to be taken lightly. More than providing neighbors a common topic of gossip, the loss of a perfect child implies something awful about the future of their own imperfect children and, indeed, about the entire village. Dave Robicheaux, the Louisiana lawman in James Lee Burke's existential crime novels, is your prototypical running man. Honorable beyond question but scarred by experiences that have left him prone to "bloodlust," Dave keeps trying to outrun the ghosts of his past while chasing a hopeless dream - to restore some lost innocence in a corrupt world. SWAN PEAK (Simon & Schuster, $25.95) finds Dave and his sidekick, Clete Purcel, in western Montana, hoping to exorcise the nightmare of Hurricane Katrina with a little trout fishing and clean mountain air. But for all Burke's ecstatic invocations to the majesty of the Bitterroot Mountains ("the last good place"), this is no Garden of Eden. The millionaire rancher next door is drilling for oil and natural gas, thugs are hassling Clete about his role in the demise of a local mobster, and two college students have been tortured and murdered - one of the bodies dumped on the ranch of Dave's friend and host. "The West isn't the same place or culture I grew up in," the sheriff says, echoing Dave's own laments. Too true. But the rugged setting makes a grand stage for these battered characters, living "on the ragged edges of America" and slugging their way through this big, brawling novel. Setting a whodunit in an amateur writers' workshop is hardly an original notion. But it does offer the chance to inject some literary humor into the classic locked-room mystery even as it encourages close analysis of writers and the craft of writing, which is Jincy Willett's strategy in THE WRITING CLASS (Thomas Dunne/St. Martin's, $24.95). Not that Willett doesn't get her comic digs in. A suicide note in the form of a poem, along with its cruel parody from a phantom "sniper" imbedded in the group, constitute first-rate satire. But the weekly sessions at a California extension university taught by a washed-up novelist named Amy Gallup offer more practical instruction than scorn. And while the would-be writers do get their knuckles rapped (and two unfortunates are murdered), not even the mean-spirited sniper can find anything evil to say about the endearing Amy, whose quirky Web site (called "Go Away") is a gold mine of literary nuggets. Since most mysteries set in Victorian England tend to follow romantic traditions, the picturesquely gritty novels of Will Thomas serve as a bracing alternative. The manly adventures of Cyrus Barker and his youthful apprentice, Thomas Llewelyn, are set in the seediest precincts of London and delve into the most unsavory of historical material from inflammatory anti-Semitism in "Some Danger Involved" to bomb-throwing Irish anarchists in "To Kingdom Come." THE BLACK HAND (Touchstone, paper, $14) may be Thomas's liveliest entertainment yet, opening as it does with the grisly murders of two Sicilian assassins and wrapping up with a boisterous dock war that brings a throng of lowlifes up from the sewers to play. In Karin Fossum's new thriller, the loss of a child implies something awful about the future of an entire village.

Copyright (c) The New York Times Company [October 27, 2009]
Review by Booklist Review

*Starred Review* Inspector Sejer and his innocent-looking assistant, Jacob Skarre, are back (The Indian Bride, 2007) in another dark, intense, and impossible-to-put-down investigation. Nine-year-old Ida has gone missing, and Sejer and Skarre head up the hunt, even as everyone, including Sejer and his own mother, suspects a local man, Emil, who never speaks. Details of Sejer's investigation are interspersed with scenes from the lives of Emil and of Ida's grieving family. Fossum follows her successful formula, providing the reader with insight into the victim's family as well as the suspected and actual criminals, making the story as much about understanding the various characters as about the investigation. Yet this time, the story lacks some of the punch of her previous novels; the identity of the real killer is so clear early on that having Sejer overlook it comes across as an uncharacteristic mistake. At the same time, Sejer's interrogation of the mute Emil is one of the most superb scenes in crime fiction. Even at less than her best, Fossum's work is still outstanding. Essential reading for fans of Scandinavian crime fiction.--Moyer, Jessica Copyright 2008 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Gumshoe Award-winner Fossum (When the Devil Holds the Candle) once again wraps a blanket of methodical police work and infectious psychological tension around a relatively quiet crime in her fifth Inspector Sejer mystery to be made available in the U.S. When nine-year-old Ida Joner takes off for town (never named) on her new bike one afternoon and is never seen again, suspicion falls on Emil Johannes Mork, a silent, simple man. Emil, however, doesn't appear to have the heart of a killer. The narrative shifts smoothly among those affected by the tragedy: Emil's beleaguered mother, a good woman with little life of her own; a male cousin of the missing girl who may suffer some secret guilt; and, of course, Insp. Konrad Sejer and his younger colleague, Jacob Skarre. Sejer is a beautifully created character, a thoughtful, lonely man with great empathy. As he investigates Ida's disappearance, it's not so much the facts of the case as the impact of it on the people who surrounded the girl that fuel the story. (July) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

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Review by Library Journal Review

A parent's worst fears are realized in this absorbing psychological study, the fifth of the Inspector Konrad Sejer series (after The Indian Bride) to be translated into English. Just days short of her tenth birthday, Ida Joner--a particularly lovely only child--takes off on her bicycle and doesn't come home. As residents of her small Swedish town search for Ida, Sejer sifts through possibilities. The woman who runs the shop that was Ida's destination has a suspicious background, Ida's 18-year-old cousin Tomme Rix is overly emotional about crashing his prized secondhand Opel on the day Ida disappeared, and 52-year-old autistic man Emil Johannes is found to have connections to Ida. Sejer seeks the truth through dogged police work (including reading letters between Ida and her German pen pal), keen intuition, and a brilliant means of communicating with Emil. Fossum's superb characterizations include three mothers: divorced Helga Joner, who lives in fear of losing her daughter; her sister Ruth Rix, who foresees damage to her family; and Emil's widowed mother, Elsa, who protects and provides for her disabled son. Even a predictable outcome does nothing to lessen this novel's effect. With appeal to fans of Barbara Vine and Minette Walters, this is recommended for most collections.--Michele Leber, Arlington, VA (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

Chief Inspector Konrad Sejer heads an increasingly desperate search for a schoolgirl missing from her Norwegian suburb. Ida Joner is such a perfect daughter that her mother worries about her after she's 20 minutes late coming home from running an errand. Helga Joner's fears are deepened by a sense she's always had that Ida was too good to last. Her sister Ruth phones the police, but even though nearly everyone in Glassverket volunteers to help look for Ida, they can find no trace of her or the yellow bicycle she was riding. As Helga sinks deeper into despair, Fossum cuts away from her to focus on several of her friends and neighbors--Ruth's teenaged son Tomme, his older friend Willy Oterhals, reclusive cyclist Emil Johannes Mork, his elderly mother--with a gaze so intense that they all look sinister. At length a series of breaks that begin with the discovery of Ida's bicycle put Sejer and his colleagues on the track of a probable killer. But even after they've identified a suspect who almost certainly knows what happened to Ida, it's by no means certain that they'll be able to prevent him from retreating into a silence that seems to hang over the entire community like a dark cloud. Less original than Sejer's four other cases to have appeared in English translation (The Indian Bride, 2007, etc.), but it's equally sensitive and compassionate in its handling of the troubled souls on both sides of the law. Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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CHAPTER 1 The days went by so slowly. Ida Joner held up her hands and counted her fingers. Her birthday was on the tenth of September. And it was only the first today. There were so many things she wanted. Most of all she wanted a pet of her own. Something warm and cuddly that would belong only to her. Ida had a sweet face with large brown eyes. Her body was slender and trim, her hair thick and curly. She was bright and happy. She was just too good to be true. Her mother often thought so, especially whenever Ida left the house and she watched her daughters back disappear around the corner. Too good to last. Ida jumped up on her bicycle, her brand-new Nakamura bicycle. She was going out. The living room was a mess: she had been lying on the sofa playing with her plastic figures and several other toys, and it was chaos when she left. At first her absence would create a great void. After a while a strange mood would creep in through the walls and fill the house with a sense of unease. Her mother hated it. But she could not keep her daughter locked up forever, like some caged bird. She waved to Ida and put on a brave face. Lost herself in domestic chores. The humming of the vacuum cleaner would drown out the strange feeling in the room. When her body began to grow hot and sweaty, or started to ache from beating the rugs, it would numb the faint stabbing sensation in her chest which was always triggered by Ida going out. She glanced out of the window. The bicycle turned left. Ida was going into town. Everything was fine; she was wearing her bicycle helmet. A hard shell that protected her head. Helga thought of it as a type of life insurance. In her pocket she had her zebra-striped purse, which contained thirty kroner about to be spent on the latest issue of Wendy. She usually spent the rest of her money on Bugg chewing gum. The ride down to Lailas Kiosk would take her fifteen minutes. Her mother did the mental arithmetic. Ida would be back home again by 6:40 P.M. Then she factored in the possibility of Ida meeting someone and spending ten minutes chatting. While she waited, she started to clean up. Picked up toys and figures from the sofa. Helga knew that her daughter would hear her words of warning wherever she went. She had planted her own voice of authority firmly in the girls head and knew that from there it sent out clear and constant instructions. She felt ashamed at this, the kind of shame that overcomes you after an assault, but she did not dare do otherwise. Because it was this very voice that would one day save Ida from danger. Ida was a well-brought-up girl who would never cross her mother or forget to keep a promise. But now the wall clock in Helga Joners house was approaching 7:00 P.M., and Ida had still not come home. Helga experienced the first prickling of fear. And later that sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that made her stand by the window from which she would see Ida appear on her yellow bicycle any second now. T Excerpted from Black Seconds by Karin Fossum All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.