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384 pages, Hardcover
First published September 13, 2017
“Tell me, Mr. Winge, does the expression homo homini lupus est mean anything to you?Autumn 1793, Stockholm. For those of you who like to time travel on vacation, if you are thinking about visiting late 18th century Stockholm, you might want to reconsider. Not a garden spot. Still recovering from a great fire that laid waste to vast swaths of wooden buildings, it is a place of dire poverty, epic corruption, and nose-piercing filth, featuring a hill constructed largely of excrement. A bit tough on the sensibilities. Makes Dickensian England seem a stroll through a sculptured garden. But if you decide to wander there through the pages of The Wolf and the Watchman, be forewarned. Wear heavy boots and bring something to mask the moral and olfactory effluvium.
“Plautus wrote it during the Punic Wars: ‘Like a wolf is man to other men.’…What kind of wolf are you, Mr. Winge? A good wolf? A skilled hunter?”
“No wolf at all, I’m afraid. What I do, I do not undertake in order to satisfy my bloodlust.”
“…Now I have helped you pick up the scent, all you have to do is follow it out into the forest and find your mark. I see how your expression is changed. You can’t fool me! You are indeed a wolf after all. I’ve seen enough to know, and even if I am wrong, you will soon become one. No one can run with the wolf pack without accepting its terms. You have both the fangs and the glint of the predator in your eye. You deny the blood thirst, but it rises around you like a stench. One day your teeth will be stained red and then you’ll know with certainty how right I was. Your bite will be deep.”
this is how the world should function; rational and comprehensible, where every part has its given place and the effect of its trajectory can be precisely determined.a scientific perspective, an enlightenment perspective. Sadly, the perversity and insatiable gluttony of the one-percenter sorts seems impervious to the advances in human knowledge, feeding the chaos of immorality that permeates the city. Winge is not alone, thankfully, in hoping for and acting to achieve better. His boss at the police department, Police Chief Johan Gustav Norlin, a classmate, a truly honest man, while for the most part able to maneuver the politics of the city, is determined to protect his friend from interference by corrupt upper-class sorts, who would like nothing more than to sweep this criminal outrage under the rug, and who are set to replace Norlin with a notoriously corrupt official.
When she jolts awake in the darkness of the night, her heart beats with raging euphoria. The purpose of the workhouse is to teach her to spin wool and to imprint on her the city’s striving efficiency and productivity. But more than anything else, she is taught the art of hatred.
Despite his stupor, Höss is experienced enough to know he now has to finish the job or face the wrath of the mob. The sobs [of the condemned man] escalate into a howl that causes even the excited crowd to simmer down. The atmosphere shifts to anticipation… Höss spits into his fists, raises the axe, and lets it fall onto the man’s wrist with a wet thud. Accompanied by the man’s scream of anguish, an assistant picks the severed limb out of the mud and tosses it out into the crowd. The fingers and hand of an executed criminal bring good luck – the thumb in particular promises protection from the law when a theft is undertaken, and thieves are both numerous and superstitious. The hand will be cut up and sold by the street urchin who manages to wriggle out of the grasp of his competitors. Höss staggers out to deliver the death blow as the young man is screaming himself hoarse. It is no longer a human sound…It takes Master Höss several attempts to cleave the head from the body…
First up we have Jean Michael Cardell, a disabled veteran with a passion for strong drink and bar brawls....a former night watchman with haunted memories of war.
Then Cecil Winge enters the picture, lawyer turned consulting detective for Stockholm police, a notably skilled young man living on borrowed time....and together these two troubled men search the DARK and dangerous streets for a ruthless monster who tortures and maims before he kills.
Kristofer Blix also plays a significant role in the storyline as a young and bright, but struggling and tormented soul who gets a rude awakening of how he must pay the piper for past mistakes....and so hopes to atone for his sins.
And then there's the falsely accused Anna Stina who takes us to the torturous workhouses of the time where monstrous types brutalize the innocent.
This is just a sampling of what is to come in THE WOLF AND THE WATCHMAN....only some of the characters....many of whom are greedy, sadistic and just plain evil. The story is complex, at times bloody gruesome and unsettling, but a mystery that is cleverly plotted and assures the reader they would NOT want to live during this post war torn time in history.
Many pieces to this intricate puzzle and very DARK, but oh what a debut!
***Arc provided by Atria Books via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review***
“Men are shitting and pissing themselves where they stand and the excrement is mixed with the blood under our heels. Even sweat smells different in the face of death, did you know that? Mix it all with gun smoke and you end up with the devil’s own perfume.”
“You are a cold one, Cecil Winge. No wonder you’re so at ease in the presence of the dead. Let me return your powers of observation with some of my own: You don’t eat enough. If I were you, I would try to spend more time at the dinner table and less on the latrine.”