It’s gotta suck to be Stieg Larsson.
Here you do all the work writing a crime thriller trilogy. You put in all the long hours draining your creativity, writing your fingers to the bone. You somehow find an agent who believes in you and gets your book sold to a publisher, you go through re-write after re-write honing what you’ve wrought to a fine edge, you go through all the rigamarole necessary to get a book published (which I know nothing about, but, I assume it’s a pain in the ass), and a few weeks before your first book is published you drop dead.
I feel for him. I do.
The Girl Who Played With Fire is Steig’s second book in the Lisbeth Salander series and it’s great fun. Lisbeth Salander is more heroine and more dark recluse and more morally right in everything she does in this book.
It’s way cool until the very end.
Without giving anything away, there’s a six or ten page scene right at the end of the book that could’a, should’a just been tossed. The story wouldn’t have suffered and Mr. Credibility could’ve lived to fight for another day.
It’s fun and it’s fast and I can’t wait for The Girl Who Kicked The Hornets Nest.
Just sucks to be Stieg.