The Man Who Smiled

The Wallander books are a drag when they brood too much on the changes to Swedish society or how all male spaces are disappearing or dive too deep into Wallander's depression. They are fun when Wallander spends improbably small amounts of time sleeping, when the plot moves quickly and the solution to the puzzle is just out of grasp. I think this was a pretty good one—I liked the first Wallander novel and greatly disliked the tone of #2.