{"product_id":"the-girl-in-the-eagles-talons-isbn-9780593470374","title":"The Girl in the Eagle's Talons","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES\u003c\/i\u003e BESTSELLER • #1 INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLER • Lisbeth Salander returns in a trailblazing continuation of the bestselling Girl with the Dragon Tattoo series • Also known as the Millennium series\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Lisbeth Salander is back—and maybe better than ever. Karin Smirnoff’s take is both respectful of the past and ready for the future—altogether remarkable.” —Lee Child, author of \u003ci\u003eNo Plan B\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An absolutely brilliant continuation of the series: exciting plot, plenty of action, and a sensitive portrayal of complicated relationships—where the new character Svala is one of the highlights.” —\u003ci\u003eFemina\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChange is coming to Sweden’s far north: its untapped natural resources are sparking a gold rush, with the criminal underworld leading the charge. But it’s not the prospect of riches that brings Lisbeth Salander to the small town of Gasskas. She has been named guardian to her niece Svala, whose mother has disappeared. Two things soon become clear: Svala is a remarkably gifted teenager—and she’s being watched. Mikael Blomkvist is also heading north. He has seen better days. \u003ci\u003eMillennium\u003c\/i\u003e magazine is in its final print issue, and relations with his daughter are strained. Worse still, there are troubling rumors surrounding the man she’s about to marry. When the truth behind the whispers explodes into violence, Salander emerges as Blomkvist’s last hope.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA pulse-pounding thriller, \u003ci\u003eThe Girl in the Eagle’s Talons\u003c\/i\u003e sees Salander and Blomkvist navigating a world of conspiracy and betrayal, old enemies and new friends, ice-bound wilderness and the global corporations that threaten to tear it apart.“Lisbeth Salander is back—and maybe better than ever. Karin Smirnoff’s take is both respectful of the past and ready for the future—altogether remarkable.” —\u003cb\u003eLee Child, author of \u003ci\u003eNo Plan B\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“An absolute incident-packed thrill-ride from start to finish. Karin Smirnoff has taken on the legacy of a legend and done the series justice.” \u003cb\u003e—Jo Spain, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Perfect Lie\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Smirnoff’s writing is wonderfully vivid. If books were birds, this would be a raptor diving towards its prey with brutal agility.” \u003cb\u003e—Anna Bailey, author of \u003ci\u003eWhere the Truth Lies\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Fresh, fearless, faithful, and original. Karin Smirnoff takes on a heady challenge and makes a stylish, exciting, and truly worthy statement. One of the great crime series of our time could not be in safer, more capable hands. I loved it.” \u003cb\u003e—Chris Whitaker, author of \u003ci\u003eWe Begin at the End\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Propulsive . . . Smirnoff adds new maturity and depth to the two leads, offers several jaw-dropping plot twists . . . Fans will find it a worthy addition to the series.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This seventh book featuring the iconoclastic, anarchic Lisbeth Salander is the first to be written by a woman, and it is all the better for it . . . Stieg Larsson gave his leading character a sharpness and contemporary relevance that echoed around the world . . . Smirnoff manages to recapture that . . . She adds another memorable ingredient: Svala, a gifted teenager who is almost as extraordinary as Salander herself . . . This legendary crime series is, thankfully, back in safe hands.” \u003cb\u003e—Geoffrey Wansell, \u003ci\u003eDaily Mail\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Smirnoff sustains the series’ trademark interwoven plotlines and no-holds-barred war on predators, but puts her unique stamp on it by weaving a stronger thread of optimism into Lisbeth’s sharp edges.”\u003cb\u003e —Christine Tran, Booklist\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Engaging and intense . . . Smirnoff maintains the tradition of the Millennium series . . . Her strong vivid style carries the story . . . Kudos to Sarah Death [for her] excellent smooth translation.” \u003cb\u003e—Ewa Sherman, Nordic Lighthouse\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Letting Karin Smirnoff pick up the baton after David Lagercrantz is a stroke of genius. It is hard to believe anyone could have done it better than Smirnoff.” \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Upsala Nya Tidning\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Smirnoff has created an absolutely brilliant continuation of the series: exciting plot, plenty of action, and a sensitive portrayal of complicated relationships—where the new character Svala is one of the highlights. Welcome back, Salander!” \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Femina\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“\u003ci\u003eThe Girl in the Eagle’s Talons\u003c\/i\u003e is a really, really good crime novel. It is also a serious and successful attempt to keep Stieg Larsson’s commitment alive and let fiction speak profound truths about our time . . . Larsson’s original trilogy featured a strong feminist perspective: the theme of men’s violence against women, and women who strike back, most notably Lisbeth Salander. Karin Smirnoff proves that she is exactly the right writer to inherit this mantle . . . \u003ci\u003eThe Girl in the Eagle’s Talons \u003c\/i\u003eworks perfectly with what the series represents.” \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Skånska Dagbladet\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Deeply entertaining, exciting and incredible on a James Bond level . . . I devoured it.” \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Weekendavisen\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“It is impossible to put the book down . . . The language is sharp, there is an undertone of dry and icy northern Swedish humor, Smirnoff writes vividly and imaginatively, the story is full of surprises.” \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Nordjyske\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“We more than approve of Smirnoff’s debut as a crime novelist . . . What impresses is the thrilling plot, the description of place, and above all the unexpected and, yes, poignant relationship between Lisbeth and Svala.” \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Svenska Dagbladet\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A new beginning that takes Stieg Larsson’s beloved characters seriously.” \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Norrbottens-Kuriren\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Mikael Blomkvist and Lisbeth Salander are successfully back at work.” \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Jyllands-Posten\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eKARIN SMIRNOFF’s debut novel, \u003ci\u003eMy Brother\u003c\/i\u003e, was nominated for the prestigious August Prize. Her books have sold more than seven hundred thousand copies in her native Sweden.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSARAH DEATH is a translator, literary scholar, and editor of the U.K.-based journal \u003ci\u003eSwedish Book Review. \u003c\/i\u003eHer translations from the Swedish include Ellen Mattson’s \u003ci\u003eSnow, \u003c\/i\u003efor which she won the Bernard Shaw Translation Prize. She lives and works in Kent, England.\u003cb\u003e13\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What's your name.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Why do you want to know?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Just wondering. It was nice talking to you. See you another time, maybe.\" He puts his hand on hers. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe removes it just as swiftly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Don't think so;' says Lisbeth Salander, and she gets to her feet the moment the FASTEN SEATBELTS sign is turned off. She pushes past a family with children and joins the stream of people going through the gate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She's traveling light. A few changes of clothes are crammed into her backpack along with her laptop and assorted chargers, her exercise gear and a pair of sneakers, the leather cracked and the soles worn smooth. If the need arises, she'll have to buy things along the way. An unseason­ ably warm October sun greets her. The air is clear. She can breathe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs soon as she has checked in at the hotel, she logs into the Mil­ton Security intranet. Answers a couple of pointless e-mails from an exceptionally dim colleague. Perhaps not surprising; this is a person employed to keep paper in order. She throws in \"Have a nice weekend\" and assumes Carina Jonsson's will be as dreary as usual.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSmall talk has never been Lisbeth's strong point. But since she's been part-owner of the company, she's become aware of increasing demands on her social skills. Especially if she has to go in on a Monday. Staff trickle in, pour coffee and say more or less the same things as they did the previous Monday.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor Carina Jonsson, life seems to revolve around being conspicuously normal. Picking mushrooms, cleaning the house, going to the theater, making a special breakfast, going to IKEA. She is fond of the notion of treating oneself. \u003ci\u003eI treated myself to a new dress. Sometimes you have to treat yourself to eating outside. It's important to treat yourself to some of the good things in life.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e''As if you know anything about life. I was born older than you are today,\" mutters Lisbeth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePersonally she has nothing to contribute to the post-weekend con­versation, either to Carina or to any of the other nerds. She's a lone wolf and she likes it that way. In the eyes of the Milton staff, it's self-inflicted. They have stopped asking whether she wants to come along to Lord of the Rings Live or the tech meetup at the Hilton. She doesn't say no to be unpleasant. Decoding the human factor is not like identifying a data breach. It requires something different. The ability to read between the lines, perhaps.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith very few exceptions, relationships with other people take too much energy. Most people who give something want something else in return.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEvery day looks the same. She works, and when she isn't working she exercises or sleeps. She has no specific partner. No children. No pets. Not even a potted plant. So she doesn't even try. Has nothing unneces­ sary to say about herself, beyond the fact that she works and exercises.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e''Are you still going to that boxkicking?\" asks Carina in such a friendly tone that Lisbeth has to give a friendly response. \"It's called kickboxing,\" she says, and she can't be bothered to say that she's now doing karate and it's all the fault of that goddamned Paolo Roberto. Not because she cares who he sleeps with, but when you're a hero in a trafficking racket one minute and a frequent customer of sex workers the next, it just gets to be too much.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis weekend, however, she's doing something completely different. Something basically one hundred percent against her will.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe looks in the minibar. No Coca-Cola. Opens a beer instead and drains it in one draught. Her head spins in the nice way that only a beer downed in one can produce.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA hundred percent against her will—is that true? Even if she counts all the logical reasons for not wanting to get on a plane to some dump in Norrbotten, she still has to take into account the fact that she's actu­ally here. No one has forced her. No one has put a gun to her head or lured her here with fat rewards. So there's something inside her driving her choice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIsn't that precisely what she loathes about people? Emotion-based decisions. Lack of logic.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGive her mathematics any day. Quite apart from its anxiolytic effect, which beats Valium by a mile, it can fill an uneasy mind with outwardly simple theses that could still take an individual human thousands of years to work out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLisbeth has got caught up in the missing link in Goldbach's conjec­ture. His assumption that every even number greater than two is the sum of two primary numbers is perhaps true because no one has suc­ceeded in proving the opposite. But it could also be false. The answer would then be found in the presumably infinite chain of prime num­bers, not within a capricious human psyche.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo she's looking for patterns. Spending nights and sometimes days in the clarity and safety of numbers. Not to get one over on Goldbach. No, it's the very possibility that he could be mistaken which is signifi­cant. And if the counterargument were to manifest itself, against all her expectations, then it would be utterly pure. Liberated from human fancy and subjectivity. The truth is a safe sequence of figures that arrange themselves in line, one after the other, until one jumps out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt's that damn psychotherapist's fault, she thinks. Kurt Agren, whom she has swiftly rechristened Mrs. Agren.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith his smooth voice, his clumpy, hand-thrown pottery teacups and his unfeigned empathy, he lures her into a state of openness. Makes her tell him things. Things that were buried long ago and ought not to be reawakened.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAfterward she feels totally drained. Picks up a pizza from Little Harem and goes home to sleep. On the dot of four she is woken by the voice of anxiety asking what she said and why.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMrs. Agren thinks it's time for Lisbeth to step out of her comfort zone, as he calls it. Even though he is by now aware of quite a few of the uncomfortable zones in which she has found herself and still does.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"That's exactly why,\" he says. \"The world isn't as evil as you think.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe world is more evil than you can imagine, Mrs. Agren, and in the end she couldn't do it. Something would have to be reordered inside her. Memories would have to be erased and replaced by new thoughts.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe first session is a disaster. He just sits there waiting for her to say something. When she doesn't, he makes tea. They drink tea in silence. The clock on the wall is the only sound to be heard. Tick tock for forty-five minutes. Then she pays nine hundred and fifty kronor and goes home and e-mails him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Give it one more try;' he says. \"You're the one who decides what you want to talk about, not \u003ci\u003eme.\u003c\/i\u003e\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt the next session he makes tea again. His Knulp slippers creak as he balances his way across the parquet with the tray. She gets to choose which chair. He asks her why she chose it. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"So my back isn't to the door;' she says.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Explain,\" he says. And like a river when the ice melts in spring, the words come gushing out of her. Over a year ago now.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eI don't go north of my own free will, but I go. I don't go to therapy of my own free will, but I turn up. Not because the world is good—it's fucked­ but I have to go.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd that is where she runs out of self-psychoanalytical steam. To have time to compose herself and to talk herself out of it, she has come up a couple of days early. Paid a lot of money for the hotel's only suite, which has actually fulfilled her wish for sparse furnishing, bare walls and a hard bed. Right now, she is feeling inclined to retreat. Check out, catch a plane south and return to normal life in Fiskargatan.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer phone vibrates on the table. She recognizes the dialing code. Nobody but public organizations and old people call from landlines, and she doesn't know any old people anymore. She accepts the call but says nothing, letting the voice go through its hello, hello before she says, \u003ci\u003e\"Yes.\"\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh, there you are, Miss Salander,\" says the woman and introduces herself as Elsie Nyberg. \"How are things?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Fine,\" she replies.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Good, good,\" says the parrot and asks if they can meet up briefly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The meeting isn't till the day after \u003ci\u003etomorrow,\" \u003c\/i\u003esays Lisbeth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I know, but something's come up,\" the woman says. \"To prefer not to do it over the phone. Would it be possible for you to come here?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No,\" says Lisbeth, \"but we can meet at the hotel.\" She runs her hand through her dirty hair and sniffs her armpits. If it was for anybody else, she might take a shower.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e14\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLisbeth Salander pours herself a free cup of coffee from the thermos in the lobby. It's lukewarm and has a metallic smell, but it eases the pres­sure in her head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe sits down in an armchair. No frumpy social services types as far as the eye can see.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere's no mistaking them, thinks Lisbeth as she surveys her sur­roundings. The suits are crowding around the bar, a gang of sports jack­ets are playing shuffleboard, office blouses are having after-work drinks and ... There she is, on her way in through the first set of entrance doors. A female exemplar of the social worker species. Indeterminate age, gray-blond hair, a worry line across her forehead. A Kanken back­ pack, the original model, with a folding umbrella sticking out of the side pocket. Around her neck an ID lanyard she forgot to take off when she left the office.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen the woman stops, looks around, spies the after-work blouses, smiles and heads over to them, Lisbeth is taken aback. So shocked by her own misjudgment that she doesn't have time to register the man who has materialized out of nowhere and is now holding out his hand to her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Erik Niskala,\" he says. \"Elsie Nyberg didn't feel well so I'm filling in for her. Can I get you anything?\" he adds, and suggests a beer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLisbeth nods. A few minutes later a beer and some peanuts appear in front of her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNiskala hangs his overcoat over the chair and sits down, with some effort. He is big and overweight. The shirt buttons are straining around his belly beneath his cardigan, but his eyes are sharp. She notices that, too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Well,\" he says. \"I had to be briefed on this case in rather a hurry. And cheers, by the way, welcome to Gasskas. This IPA is brewed locally and they even sell it at the liquor store. Give it a try and you'll detect distinct notes of pineapple.\" He looks at her over his tankard and takes a few good swigs. Wipes the froth from his beard and ends with an, ''Ahhhh, I've been looking forward to that all day. An ice-cold beer in a proper glass.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen it's as if he catches himself. The undesirability of drinking at work. The fact that he has business of a formal nature. He fishes his glasses and a plastic folder out of a battered leather briefcase and leans back. Puts on the glasses and then takes them off again. Leans forward as far as his belly will allow and regards her with the sort of look that a teacher might give a pupil who has done something unexpected. Not necessarily good, not necessarily bad.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It's about Svala,\" he says. \"Your niece, if I understand rightly.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Ronald Niedermann's daughter,\" Lisbeth replies. \"She and I have never \u003ci\u003emet.\"\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No, I realize that,\" he says, \"but you're down as Svala's emergency contact. With no name or phone number. It's evidently taken them some time to find you, but you're here \u003ci\u003enow.\"\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe tries to probe him on how they went about it, but he doesn't know.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I'm just a basic child welfare officer,\" he says, \"not some hacker.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLisbeth takes a few gulps of beer, too. Bloody pulse. Bloody headache that won't let up. And bloody Niedermann, who should never have had a child before he died. How was she supposed to know? And even if she \u003ci\u003ehad \u003c\/i\u003eknown, would it have made any difference?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was him or her, it was that simple. He was the one who came after her, not the other way around. Apart from that last time, perhaps. It's still a favorite memory. Niedermann's gigantic body, hoisted up in chains like a masochist at some S\u0026amp;M club. His rage, then his empty eyes and some mumbled German. The sound of motorbikes approaching. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLisbeth riding back to town, tasting freedom on the dark red Honda.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eConclusion: Of all the bad things she has done to other people, Nie­dermann's death is up there with the best. She regrets nothing. Not even for the sake of an orphaned child.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Do you know anything about her father?\" says Niskala. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No,\" says Lisbeth. \"I never met him.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"So you don't know how long he was on the scene?\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No,\" she says again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLisbeth Salander pins Niskala with her stare for so long that he is forced to look down.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e''Alright,\" he says, fingering the file. \"I'll get straight to the point. We need an emergency placement and Svala has suggested \u003ci\u003eyou.\"\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Me?\" says Lisbeth. \"I can't look after a child. I won't do it. I agreed to meet her, but that was all.\" Right now she has no recollection of why. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"She's got a grandmother. Isn't it best that she lives with her?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"That's exactly why we had to see you today. The problem is, Svala's grandmother died this morning. It was the girl who found \u003ci\u003eher.\"\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Shit,\" says Lisbeth. \"What did she die of?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I don't know,\" Niskala replies. ''A heart attack, presumably. She was lying dead on the hall floor.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Shit,\" she says again, but she's thinking, \u003ci\u003eFucking hell! \u003c\/i\u003eIf there was a chance of wriggling out of all this, that's now gone. Of course she could say no. Social services would come up with a foster home and Lisbeth wouldn't have to give it another thought. But social services are too damn good at messing up. They'd probably place the kid with some local pedophile.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Naturally, we're working on finding a permanent family home for her,\" says Niskala.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"How long?\" says Lisbeth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Hard to say. We've got various suitable families in the area. It could all happen quite fast.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No,\" she says, \"I just can't. I have to get back to Stockholm,\" she adds, which is a lie. She comes and goes as she wishes. She has no need of an office to do her job. But a child. A teenager. 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