BLAZE ME A SUN

A serial killer in the Swedish town of Tiarp eludes the cop trying to track him down, then the cop's policeman son—and, 30 years after the unsolved murders, a successful novelist investigating them.

It's 1986. The first victim, 20-year-old Stina Franzén, is found beaten and barely breathing in the back seat of an abandoned car by policeman Sven Jörgensson, who must live not only with his failure to find her killer, but also the accusation that he hastened her demise by improperly handling her body. Taunted on the phone by the so-called Tiarp Man—“I’m going to do it again”—Sven is further shaken by his inability to find the body of a second young murdered woman. Even as the killings are overshadowed by the shocking assassination of Swedish Prime Minister Olof Palme on the same night as Stina’s demise, Sven becomes obsessed with the local cases—an obsession that will lead him down the darkest paths. His neglected son, Vidar, having failed to heed his father’s warning that becoming a cop will make him cold and distant like his old man, discovers troublesome details about Sven’s pursuit of the killer. The novelist, who narrates Carlsson’s book, uncovers more disturbing secrets after meeting up with Vidar, a one-time schoolmate of his, and Evy Carlén, Sven’s one-time partner on the force and would-be lover. The plot unfolds slowly but masterfully, with serial surprises. But what makes Carlsson’s American debut so impressive is its close examination of “truth,” the way trauma is passed from one generation to the next, the distractions we create to avoid our contributions to the “rot” of our violent age. Pain can be so deep, Carlsson writes, “maybe it’s not even pain anymore. It’s a way of being.”

A brainy page-turner from a rising star in Scandinavian crime fiction.