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The Redeemer is the sixth novel in the famous Harry Hole series created by Jo Nesbo.
It
begins with a rape at a Salvation Army summer school, then leaps
forward twelve years and two seasons, to freezing cold Oslo at
Christmas. The Salvation Army is doing good works among the lowlife
junkies of the Norwegian capital. One of them has slipped through the
safety net, and Harry Hole is investigating his apparent suicide when
one of the Sally Army officers is executed by a professional hit man.
The assassin, a product of the war in the former Yugoslavia, realises he
has murdered the wrong man but by now the indomitable Harry Hole is on
the case . . .
In the past, I have found Nesbø's Harry Hole novels gripping and highly entertaining. The Redeemer has attracted equally high praise elsewhere, but I found it a slightly odd book. Nesbø spends a lot of time examining the formative years of the assassin, to such an extent that the reader becomes increasingly sympathetic to him as a character, especially after his mission goes awry and his situation becomes increasingly dire with the police closing in. The same approach of examining in some detail the nature and nurture of many of the other characters, while interesting to a point, seems a little out of place in a book purporting to be a fast-paced thriller. The effect, on this particular reader at least, was to promote a kind of universal empathy, to the extent that I wasn't particularly rooting for one side over another. To take a football analogy, reading a thriller should be like watching your team playing a much better team in an important cup tie – and eventually winning. But by the end of The Redeemer I had the feeling I was watching an International friendly. Technically, it was all very good, but although I was entertained I had no interest in the eventual outcome.
With too many themes and too many sub-plots it felt to me that Nesbø was trying too hard. In places, too, the book read like a film script, with an over-abundance of 'cut-to' scenes (the whole of chapter two, for example), and while the sudden jumping from scene to scene might work in a movie, on the page it had the counter-effect of diluting the tension. On the positive side, there were a number of well-worked set-piece scenes (a vacuum cleaner used as an instrument of torture, for instance) and Harry Hole's fluctuating relationships with alcohol and the opposite sex is always interesting.
In the past, I have found Nesbø's Harry Hole novels gripping and highly entertaining. The Redeemer has attracted equally high praise elsewhere, but I found it a slightly odd book. Nesbø spends a lot of time examining the formative years of the assassin, to such an extent that the reader becomes increasingly sympathetic to him as a character, especially after his mission goes awry and his situation becomes increasingly dire with the police closing in. The same approach of examining in some detail the nature and nurture of many of the other characters, while interesting to a point, seems a little out of place in a book purporting to be a fast-paced thriller. The effect, on this particular reader at least, was to promote a kind of universal empathy, to the extent that I wasn't particularly rooting for one side over another. To take a football analogy, reading a thriller should be like watching your team playing a much better team in an important cup tie – and eventually winning. But by the end of The Redeemer I had the feeling I was watching an International friendly. Technically, it was all very good, but although I was entertained I had no interest in the eventual outcome.
With too many themes and too many sub-plots it felt to me that Nesbø was trying too hard. In places, too, the book read like a film script, with an over-abundance of 'cut-to' scenes (the whole of chapter two, for example), and while the sudden jumping from scene to scene might work in a movie, on the page it had the counter-effect of diluting the tension. On the positive side, there were a number of well-worked set-piece scenes (a vacuum cleaner used as an instrument of torture, for instance) and Harry Hole's fluctuating relationships with alcohol and the opposite sex is always interesting.
