Review: The Chestnut Man

4 stars, though I toggled a bit between 3 and 4. This is exactly what it says it is: a Scandinavian crime thriller by the creator of a successful crime TV show. It smells like that, tastes like that, feels like that, reads like that. So if you're in the mood, look no further. I really enjoyed it, but... I am coming out of one of the worst reading slumps I've ever experienced, so it took me ages and ages to get beyond the first 10%. I ended up starting over. I don't regret it. It is what it is.

The Chestnut Man follows the investigators (as well as the investigation-adjacent, and occasionally the victims - mulitple POV) of a series of horrific murders in Copenhagan. We immediately see how the victims are connected but not exactly why or how. The killer always seems one step ahead and just when we feel safe, boom, another twist. It's a typical crime thriller and an absolute page-turner. Excited to check out the adaptation.

A couple of weird things: some of the threads go nowhere. Some of the characters seem overwritten and even in a few places the direction of the plot feels off or unpolished. It 100% reads like a screenplay. The identity of the killer was completely ridiculous... in a good way? Who cares. It delivers what it promises, I think. I miss Copenhagen in all its gloomy, chilly, coldheartedness.

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