{"product_id":"the-living-and-the-dead-isbn-9780593733059","title":"The Living and the Dead","description":"\u003cb\u003eTHE AWARD-WINNING INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLER\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eOne town. Two crimes. Twenty years of silence.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA “brooding and brilliant” (\u003ci\u003eKirkus Review\u003c\/i\u003es, starred review) murder mystery set in a rural Swedish town, where one community’s secrets will be laid bare over the next twenty years . . .\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“All the makings of a page-turning thriller, but with an emotional depth that is truly rare.”—FREDRIK BACKMAN\u003cbr\u003e“The finest crime writer we have in Sweden.”—DAVID LAGERCRANTZ\u003cbr\u003e“Carlsson is to the police procedural what Cormac McCarthy is to the Western.”—ANTHONY MARRA\u003cbr\u003e“A thriller rendered with precision and beauty.”—ADAM WHITE\u003cbr\u003e“Carlsson plumbs what can and cannot be known about human lives and criminal investigations.”—\u003ci\u003eTHE NEW YORK TIMES\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“A must for Nordic noir and psychological mystery fans.”—\u003ci\u003eLIBRARY JOURNAL\u003c\/i\u003e (STARRED REVIEW)\u003cbr\u003e\"Carlsson is the creme de la creme of Nordic noir.”—\u003ci\u003eBOOKPAGE\u003c\/i\u003e (STARRED REVIEW)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eOne of \u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e’s Most Anticipated Mysteries and Thrillers of the Fall\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eWINNER OF THE BEST NORDIC CRIME NOVEL (THE GLASS KEY AWARD) • WINNER OF THE BEST SWEDISH CRIME NOVEL AWARD • WINNER OF DENMARK’S PALLE ROSENKRANTZ PRIZE FOR BEST TRANSLATED CRIME NOVEL\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eSmall towns sometimes have a voice of their own.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn a snowy winter night in 1999, Sander and Killian leave a house party together outside a small town in rural Sweden. The very best of friends, the two seventeen-year-olds imagine they will remain so forever. But by the next morning, a corpse is found in the trunk of a car, and each boy is a suspect in the murder. Each has something they want to conceal from the police. And from the other.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe hunt for the killer will take more than twenty years. It will see the lead detective leave the force forever. And it won’t end until a second body turns up in similar circumstances, and the tight-knit community’s secrets are finally brought to light.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn \u003ci\u003eThe Living and the Dead\u003c\/i\u003e, renowned criminologist Christoffer Carlsson masterfully transports us to the fields and forests of western Sweden, a region of farmers and truck drivers torn apart by economic injustice and self-deceit—a world where the portal between the living and the dead is flung wide open and where no one is entirely innocent.“Set in a world on the threshold of a new era, this is genre fiction with literary aspirations resembling a novel by Thomas Hardy or William Faulkner rewritten as Scandi crime. . . . Stylistically classy and psychologically rich, [an] engrossing, award-winning thriller.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I just don’t know anyone else who writes quite like this. All the makings of a page-turning thriller, but with an emotional depth that is truly rare. Carlsson is far and away my favorite Scandinavian crime writer at the moment, and \u003ci\u003eThe Living and the Dead\u003c\/i\u003e is among his very best.”\u003cb\u003e—Fredrik Backman, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An epic, ambitious literary crime novel . . . strikingly individual.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Financial Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Here’s a thriller to break your heart: a magnificent new novel, epic but immediate, menacing yet moral, that assembles some of the most beloved tropes of recent years—the frostbitten danger of Scandinavian crime; the small-town intimacy of \u003ci\u003eBroadchurch\u003c\/i\u003e—and charges them with fresh dark energy. And if you think international fiction isn't for you, \u003ci\u003eThe Living and the Dead\u003c\/i\u003e proves that fear needs no translation.”\u003cb\u003e—A.J. Finn, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Woman in the Window\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eThe Living and the Dead\u003c\/i\u003e is the kind of novel I’m always looking for but can rarely find: literary fiction stocked in the crime shelves, a thriller rendered with precision and beauty. Carlsson makes this place and these people feel absolutely real.”\u003cb\u003e—Adam White, bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Midcoast\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A tender and beautifully written novel about a crime that rocks a small community. Atmospheric and thought provoking, I became totally immersed in this cold, fractured world.”\u003cb\u003e—Araminta Hall, author of \u003ci\u003eOne of the Good Guys\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Fans of Nordic Noir will lap up [\u003ci\u003eThe Living and the Dead\u003c\/i\u003e] . . . Carlsson expertly cranks up the tension and the cloying sense of claustrophobia to keep the reader hooked. Definitely one to hunker down with and immerse yourself in on a cold winter’s evening.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eIrish News\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Carlsson confidently straddles the literary-genre divide in this lyrically written and impeccably plotted novel. . . . \u003ci\u003eThe Living and the Dead \u003c\/i\u003emakes for a potent blend of page-turning thrills and sober social criticism, and paints a complex portrait of rural Sweden in a time of enormous change and even greater uncertainty.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eCrimeReads\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Nordic noir is the creme de la creme of contemporary crime fiction; Christoffer Carlson is the creme de la creme of Nordic noir . . . [\u003ci\u003eThe Living and the Dead\u003c\/i\u003e] is poised to impress a whole new audience, and impress it will.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBookPage, \u003c\/i\u003estarred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Carlsson has a knack for psychological procedurals, as his latest proves, with numerous characters and motives to keep readers guessing. . . . A must for Nordic noir and psychological mystery fans.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal, \u003c\/i\u003estarred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Goes beyond clever plotting to examine Swedish identity, life in a new era, and the ties between living and dying. . . . brooding and brilliant.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Christoffer Carlsson paints a striking picture of a society plagued by injustice and deception.”\u003cb\u003e—BookTrib (Editors’ Pick)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[\u003ci\u003eThe Living and the Dead\u003c\/i\u003e] cares as much about psychology and place as it does about the whodunit; it’s ideal for readers who like Tana French, \u003ci\u003eBroadchurch,\u003c\/i\u003e or crime novels with emotional heft. I finished it feeling unsettled in the best way.”\u003cb\u003e—Biblio Lifestyle\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A captivating whodunit that is long on surprises and keeps the reader guessing until the spectacular finale . . . Carlsson’s exceptional novel is packed with intriguing characters and a taut plotline. Diving deep into elements of friendship, love, betrayal, revenge and redemption, it merits a wide audience.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Bookreporter\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A skillfully constructed psychological thriller.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Booklist\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Devotees of Scandinavian noir will relish this.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eChristoffer Carlsson\u003c\/b\u003e was born in 1986 in Marbäck, Sweden. He holds a PhD in criminology from Stockholm University and is one of Sweden's leading crime experts. He is the youngest winner of the Best Swedish Crime Novel of the Year, which he has won twice. \u003ci\u003eThe New York Times \u003c\/i\u003enamed his debut, \u003ci\u003eBlaze Me a Sun, \u003c\/i\u003eone of the best crime novels of the year. He lives in Stockholm. \u003cb\u003eRachel Willson-Broyles\u003c\/b\u003e lives in Saint Paul, Minnesota.\u003cb\u003e1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eShe believed in the truth, possibly the truth at any price.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was this belief that guided her toward a career in law enforcement, and that, in turn, had brought her to Skavböke. This seemed like the best way to look at it. Some things in life are just that simple.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOthers can be considerably more complex.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePerhaps it’s telling: on that cold morning in December 1999, when it all began, she was almost lost. Although she had caught a glimpse of the house through the trees just a little while before, it was hard to find her way to it. Skavböke was intricate, its paths far too thorny, its woods too deep. No vast open fields to navigate by, just myriad small farms and terrain, damp forest and dim clearings.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut then it appeared before her, the Eriksson family home: two stories built on a small open patch surrounded by thick old oaks and birches.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe son of the house opened the door, his hair damp, wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. Eighteen years old and thin, almost sinewy, he stood with one hand on the doorframe and an intelligent gleam in his alert eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Hello,” she said. “My name is Siri Bengtsson. I’m with the police. May I come in?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“My parents aren’t home.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You’re actually the one I want to talk to. Sander, right?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What is this all about?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf he knew, he hid it well.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I’d like to sit down and talk about it.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs he showed her into the kitchen, she saw scratches on his forearms.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe house felt smaller than it was. The ceiling was low, and heavy furniture lined the walls. Advent candelabras shone in the windows, and shiny red Christmas ornaments hung gleaming in front of the curtains. When Siri sat down on the creaky kitchen bench, she felt a cold draft from the window.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAcross the table from her, Sander kept his hands in his lap as though he’d been sent to the principal’s office for a talking-to. His gaze was open and full of genuine curiosity. But the rest of his face suggested hesitation, and she knew the type: over the years, Sander Eriksson’s face would become harder before softening again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe took a notepad from her pocket and clicked a pen. “To start, may I have your name and personal identity number?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe told her, and waited as she jotted it down.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“And who lives here, besides you?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“My parents.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No siblings?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe shook his head tentatively.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“We’re investigating an incident that occurred near here last night. Perhaps you’ve already heard about it?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No, what happened?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A young person has been found dead. And so I need to ask you a few questions about your whereabouts yesterday.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSander’s eyes grew large.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Dead? Here? Who is it?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I’ll try to answer your questions as best I can if you’ll answer mine first. Does that sound okay?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe nodded, likely realizing that he didn’t have much choice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“So,” Siri said. “Yesterday.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It was a normal Friday, I guess.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“And what does that entail?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“School during the day. Party at night. That’s about it. I also went to a friend’s house, in between.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“And who’s that friend?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Killian, is his name. With a K—Killian Persson.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSiri took this down.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Thanks. And Mikael Söderström,” she said, more slowly. “Is that a name you’re familiar with?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen Sander finally spoke, it was as though he were standing on a frozen lake, scared he might fall through the ice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Is he the one who died?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Do you know each other?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“We’re in the same class, and he lives pretty close by. I’ve known Mikael forever . . . not super well, I guess, but since we’re both from here, you know . . . We went to the same school, had the same friends, we played soccer together when we were little.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“In Oskarström?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No, Sennan. You don’t play in Oskarström if you come from Skavböke.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“He’s your same age, eighteen?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Yes, that’s right.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Who would you say Mikael’s friends are?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe thought for a moment, or appeared to be thinking.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I mean, like, everyone. I don’t know.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Who does he spend a lot of time with?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, some of the guys who were at the party, of course. So, Jakob Lindell. Pierre too. Pierre Bäck. The party was at his house.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Pierre’s house?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSander nodded.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“And you saw Mikael there last night?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Yeah, sure.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Did you go there together?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I went with Killian. Mikael was already there when we arrived, I think. Yeah, he was, because I saw his coat in the hall when we came in. Filip too. Filip is Mikael’s little brother.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“How old is Filip?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sixteen. Um, so is Mikael dead?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe question sounded childish, and he must have heard it too, because he blushed. Siri held off on telling him. She was trying to get a sense of who this person sitting across from her was. Impossible to say, at this point. Maybe he was just a worried friend and classmate. Most people were no more than that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I know this is difficult, but we have to get through my questions first. How long were you all there, at the party?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Until around one. Killian got a little too drunk, I guess, and so did I, so we decided to walk home.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Do you remember what order people left in?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSander squinted, as if to see his memories more clearly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Mikael’s brother, Filip, left early, with a girl. They were almost the first. A little while later, Mikael left. Jakob too. And then me and Killian.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“And that was at one o’clock?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“There’s a clock on the wall in the front hall at Pierre’s. It said it was one when we left.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Which way did you go?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSiri wished she had a map as Sander explained.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“And your friend?” she asked when he was finally finished. “Killian?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What about him?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Which way did he go?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Didn’t you talk to him?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“We’re going to interview basically everyone around here, but right now I’d like to focus on what you have to say.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Okay, well, we left together. And when we said goodbye he kept going. So I guess it would have taken him a while after that to get home. He lives a little farther on.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“But you’re sure he went home?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Yes.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Okay. How?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“How what?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I’m sorry, I’m not being clear.” Siri shifted in her seat. She was getting too warm in her uniform. “What I meant was, how can you be sure he went home?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Well, because he said so. Where else would he have gone? He was super drunk.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You sounded so certain, as though you walked him all the way there. But you’re saying that’s not the case?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Killian is my best friend,” Sander said, as though he needed to defend himself. “If he was going to do something else, he would have said so. But obviously something could have happened along the way, like he ran into someone and decided to spend the night somewhere else. But it was the middle of the night, so who would he have run into?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSiri waited, as if she found the question more intriguing than rhetorical.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Do you two typically walk home?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Depends on where we’ve been. But there’s no bus up here, so you have to get home from Oskarström on your own. Either on foot, or by bike, or on a moped, you know? Or by car.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“And what did you do when you arrived home?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Nothing. I fell asleep and then I woke up about an hour ago.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“How much did you have to drink at the party?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I had some beers. Six or seven, maybe.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I was wondering, this route you say you took home from the party.” She tapped her pen on the notepad. “It doesn’t sound like you went through the forest. Am I understanding that correctly?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No, we didn’t, really. We mostly followed the road and the trails.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“So you might have walked through the forest as well?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Huh?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You said you mostly followed the trails.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, no. No, we didn’t go through the forest. 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