The Draining Lake, or L’homme du lac in French, in another triller by Icelandic author Arnaldur Indridason. This is the third book by this author that I have read. The action is usually slow as the author seems to want to create an atmosphere that is somewhat oppressive like I imagine Icelandic winters to be…
Lake Kleifarvatn, near Reykjavik, is slowly draining. The receding waters reveal the presence of an old skeleton. Who was the man? How did he end up there? The story takes us back to the experience of Icelandic students attending university in Leipzig during the Cold War and their impressions of living in post-war East Germany, the tension between socialist idealism and the realities of daily life in a shortage-ridden planned economy dominated by the fear of surveillance by the political police. At the same time we share the daily life of Inspector Erlendur, his difficulties relating to his estranged children, his mixed feelings towards well-meaning colleagues who try to include him in their lives, his slow moving relationship with a married biologist.
Some readers on amazon.com have found it dull and slow. I prefer to think that it has a rhythm of its own. Not all books need to be fast-paced. I’ll keep reading Indridason, and I might make it to Iceland one day.
About Lake Kleifarvatn: