Review: 8/22/2010 11:03:00 AM | Rachelle Gagne |
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After finding Lisbeth Salander shot in the head and near death in her father’s farmhouse, Mikael Blomkvist is even more determined to bring her father and his accomplices; an inner circle of men he’s named The Zalachenko Group, who have been involved in 35 year conspiracy, to justice. As his tunnel vision consumes him, leading him to dark and dangerous places, he uncovers information that could not only exonerate Lisbeth, but bring down one of the biggest and most trusted government agencies in history.
Lisbeth lies in critical condition at a Swedish hospital. She’s fighting for her life, knowing that when she recovers she’s to be transferred to prison to await her trial for a triple homicide. As she tries to focus on healing, she soon learns that her father is not only alive, but a hall’s length away and secretly coming to her room at night.
Meanwhile Erika Berger has defected from Millenium to SMP, the largest newspaper in Sweden. Unable to untangle herself from the Blomkvist and the Zalachenko affair, she nevertheless tries hard to steer the reins and bring a floundering paper into the black. But she meets resistance at every turn, a resistance that could lead to her horrifying death.
I was insanely excited to get right into the meat of this book, as the first two of the trilogy consumed and entertained me to no end. But as I started reading I soon realized that the third book of this, dare-I-say phenomena, and the last in Larsson’s career, wasn’t of the same caliber as the other two.
Don’t get me wrong, it is a must read for fans of the trilogy. It ties up loose ends nicely and has some heart pounding scenes that will be talked about for years to come. But there’s a certain slow-as-molasses pace in the beginning that makes you put the book down and not want to return to it for a long time.
Berger, who is merely a secondary character and sexual distraction for Blomkvist in the first two books, now has a primary storyline that, to me seemed completely unnecessary as it did nothing to move the main storyline forward. But as a standalone story, it’s a thrilling mystery that shocked and entertained.
But to fast forward through all the poorly edited and needless plot points (you can tell that due to Larsson’s death the proper editing was left to amateurs), there’s a shining star in this book, which is the part I referred to before, as what will be talked about for years to come; the behind-closed-door Salander trial.
Giannini, Lisbeth’s lawyer, is barely a secondary character, not only in this book but the series at large. However in the end Larsson has her come crashing forward with a spine-tingling, nail-biting cross examination, with a feverishly emotional dialogue that will most probably mark a precedent for future courtroom dialogue in thriller novels.
This is the highlight of the book and the reason why I’m sad that I won’t be able to indulge in Larsson’s creativity again.