I’m reading Jo Nesbø’s Headhunters – a crime thriller about a suave Norwegian headhunter, Roger Brown, who moonlights as an art thief to supplement his income and fund his expensive life style. Using information he accesses through interviews of prospective clients, Brown breaks into their houses to steal their art. He’s successful until he meets Clas Greve, who owns a priceless Rubens. The steady civilized plot suddenly explodes when Brown finds something (no spoiler here) under Greve’s bed, and his life changes into a series of shock waves.
Although the book was first published in Norway in 2008, it was not available in the United States until 2011. Dubbed the new Stieg Larsson (The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo), Nesbø offers suspense and surprising plot twists.
So far, I’m happily reading into the night – skipping over the disgusting outhouse scene. Having just read his children’s book, Doctor Proctor’s Fart Powder, I wonder if Nesbø has thought of any escapes other than through feces – yuck.
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