Tuesday poem: Upon reading Henning Mankell’s Wallander Novels
June 14, 2016
Upon reading Henning Mankell’s Wallander novels
It’s obvious —
the weather is the culprit.
Endless snow, or waiting for snow,
or discussing if it will snow,
or wading through medieval mud,
down hidden, slushy roads.
And those other nights
that are nights in name only,
quite midday bright.
The wonder is that there are Swedes
who don’t murder each other.
(Not to mention the Danes.)
P.S. Cottier
I read very little crime, and have been surprised how much I enjoy Henning Mankell’s Wallander novels, which I have read in a huge glut. Only one to go. So clever how he lets the reader know more than the detective for most of the books.
PS Cottier 
Love it. My family (part of it) comes from the Island of Bornholm which had a habbit of changing posesseion between the Swedes and the Danes.
It is difficult for an Australian to understand that sort of geographical fluidity. (Except for stealing a whole country, of course, and using cunning euphemisms for 200 years or so.)
Or perhaps I meant geo-political.
Scandinavians do find other outlets for their aggressive impulses, though: http://i.imgur.com/P5Yfz.png
Not to mention that Sibelius dude.