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In een meer even ten zuiden van Reykjavík wordt het lichaam van een dode man ontdekt. De waterspiegel is na een aardbeving drastisch gedaald waardoor het menselijke skelet zichtbaar is geworden. Het lichaam blijkt vastgeketend, waarmee een natuurlijke dood is uitgesloten. Gaat het hier om een afgedankte spion? Erlendur, Elínborg en Sigurður Óli worden met deze zaak belast In een meer even ten zuiden van Reykjavík wordt het lichaam van een dode man ontdekt. De waterspiegel is na een aardbeving drastisch gedaald waardoor het menselijke skelet zichtbaar is geworden. Het lichaam blijkt vastgeketend, waarmee een natuurlijke dood is uitgesloten. Gaat het hier om een afgedankte spion? Erlendur, Elínborg en Sigurður Óli worden met deze zaak belast. Hun naspeuringen leiden hen naar het naoorlogse Leipzig waar een tragische geschiedenis van liefde, verlies en ongekende wreedheid begon...

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Koudegolf Reviews

  • Jim Fonseca
    2019-03-15 08:17

    Another murder mystery from the northlands – Iceland this time. A skeleton is revealed when a lake is naturally drained due to an earthquake. The skeleton had been weighted down by Russian radio equipment. Who can it be? Our three Icelandic detectives start investigating people who disappeared around the time of the Cold War. It turns out that several Communist-leaning Icelandic students went to study in East Germany at that time, one of whom disappeared. So quite a bit of the story takes us back to what it was like to be as student at Leipzig in the 1950’s. Another possible victim is a salesman who went missing – his ex-fiancé is still around and still kind of hoping he might still show up fifty years later. We also follow snippets of the personal lives of the team of three detectives, two men and a woman. One is haunted by a brother lost in the snow as a boy and deals with a drug-addicted daughter. The book, translated from the Icelandic is part of a series, of which I also read and liked, The Silence of the Grave. If you’ve read this far I’ll tell you that I actually rate this story as a 4 – it’s a pretty good detective read. But I’m giving it a 3 for the lack of inventiveness of the premise, which is identical to Silence of the Grave --- a skeleton is found from 50 year ago and the three detectives go back to find everyone missing at that time and come up with four missing people, etc. --- I mean, come on! That’s really pushing your formula too far. photo from

  • Jeffrey Keeten
    2019-03-03 03:03

    ”’He went away, but all the same...he’ll never go away,’ she said with a sad smile playing across her lips.‘I know,’ Erlendur said. ‘I know what you mean.’”After an earthquake, a lake begins to disappear, revealing a skeleton with Cold War Russian technology wrapped around the neck to help it sink to the bottom of the lake bed and stay there. The pathologists determine that the skeleton is male and has been there since the 1960s. The Icelandic police department pulls all the missing person files from that era and begins interviewing the families of the missing. I hadn’t really thought about the implications on the families of missing people when a body is found, even decades later. There is one family whose son left a suicide note and just disappeared off the face of the planet, so every time there is a body found, they are called upon for details, and this has been going on for several decades. He “killed” himself because a girl he liked started dating his best friend. Yes, unbelievably painful, and young people certainly feel the pain more deeply, and think their life will never be any different than it is right now. His parent’s are long passed the grieving stages, and now are very angry and hurt that he would do this this to himself and them. With such a rash act, he changed the track of their life, made the sweet memories of him bitter, and left them wondering for the rest of their lives if there was anything they could have done different to make their son want to live. They can’t help feeling cheated. Anger, guilt, regret, and sadness weigh them down like the gravity around them has changed density. And every time a body is found that vaguely fits the time period of his disappearance, everything is dredged back up again. The parents of the missing boy are versions of Prometheus chained to the rock of their son’s suicide waiting for the police to peck out their livers every few years. Inspector Erlendur has a special interest in missing people. When he was very young, his father and his younger brother and he were out in the wilds of Iceland and became separated. The younger brother was never found. Every few years Erlendur will take a tent and treks the mountains and moors of the area of the disappearance looking for any sign of his brother, bones or a piece of jacket or a shoe. Maybe Erlender has a part of him that still hopes that his brother will walk out of the mist of time and return to him. Without a body, there is no closure, and some people are haunted by irrational hope for the rest of their lives. Erlander’s daughter Eva believes her father is her missing person. He was an indifferent father. A man who seeks solace in searching for missing people rather than in the comfort of a family. Lots of kids wish their parents were someone else, someone they want them to be, even parents who try to be good parents still aren’t who their kids want them to be. Eva acts out, takes drugs, hits a cop who was a friend of her father. She will do anything to get his attention. Erlander is not a terrible father. He is just not a great father. The skeleton in the lake takes us back to the Cold War and to Leipzig in Eastern Germany, where many bright Icelandic students went to study and to become socialists. The novel switches in time between the 1960s and to Erlander’s investigation in the present day. It was interesting for me to learn this connection between Eastern Germany and Iceland. It doesn’t take long for some of the students to learn that socialism on paper and socialism in practice are two different things. ”I always felt that the socialism they practiced in East Germany was a kind of sequel to Nazism. This time they were under the Russian heel, of course, but I pretty quickly got the feeling that socialism in East Germany was essentially just another kind of Nazism.”I’m always surprised at the depth of these mysteries by Arnaldur Indridason. The books are about much more than the case. Erlendur is a tortured soul, but he is comfortable with it. He wears his unhappiness, his discontent, like it is a second skin. ”He much preferred shorter days and pitch darkness to perpetual sunshine and the endless light it radiated. He did not know himself the reason for it. Did not know why he felt better in dark winters than during bright summers.” I adore sunshine. When the sun is out, it invades my most darkest thoughts and wiggles into my most deepest depressions, shining light and driving away the storm clouds of despair. Thoughts of such nature make Erlendur uncomfortable. He prefers to nurse his frustrations and his grievances. He went missing at the same time his brother did. He was found, but not completely found. It wouldn’t be right to come back without him. I have many Erlendur novels left to read, but I was inspired to pull a novel of Iceland from the shelf by the incredible run in the UEFA Euro championships this year by the Icelandic team. I couldn’t help identifying with a bunch of kids who, when they weren’t working on the farm, kicked a football around. They are a small nation with only 331,872 residents by the latest Icelandic population clock reading. When they eliminated England’s team, one of the best financed in the world, they shocked the football world. There will be statues erected for these Vikings, each with a name ending in -son. If you wish to see more of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit http://www.jeffreykeeten.comI also have a Facebook blogger page at:

  • Pantelis
    2019-03-02 09:55

    This is a murder mystery novel with an espionage sub-plot. It made me think of “The spy who came in from the cold”. In this case, the spy came from the cold war into the icelandic cold…Inspector Erlendur is designed to win the reader’s sympathy. If you want to follow a career as a homicide detective in a Nordic crime novel, you have to be mildly depressed, divorced, a semi-failure as a parent and most preferably dealing with loss and trauma. Otherwise, you are not qualified for the job…

  • Heba
    2019-03-20 03:11

    تدهشني دوماً قدرة " ارنالدور" على حياكة الجريمة بكل تفاصيلها بدقة بالغة وصورة مشوقة ...وقفت تنتظره أمام باب محل الألبان ولم يكن يتأخر عن موعده أبداً ...ولم يأت وظلت تنتظره عمراً كاملاًترى لماذا لم يستطع ان يأت في موعده ؟؟..وتراه كان يستحق انتظارها له ؟ !..هذا ما ستكتشفه عندما تبدأ بقراءة هذا العمل ولن تفلته من يديك إلا وقد أنهيته

  • Kristine Brancolini
    2019-03-21 03:57

    Arnaldur Indridason is my new favorite mystery author. I'm reading about one book in the series each week and anticipating the next book in the series. I read other books, too, but I can't wait to get back to Indridason. The Draining Lake reminds me of Silence of the Grave in a number of ways -- all positive. This book features the discovery of a long-buried skeleton and the mystery reaches into Iceland's past. This time, the present connects to the Cold War, retelling the story of some Icelandic students who went to Leipzig, East Germany, to study in the 1950s. These were socialists who received funding to attend university and complete their "education" as young communists. These books are so satisfying because they bring together a number of elements: outstanding writing, a plausible mystery, some sympathetic characters, and historical context. Indridason is extremely skillful in unwinding the narrative. Two narrative threads intertwine, that of Tomas, a central figure and one of the students who studied in Leipzig, and that of Inspector Erlendur, who continues to stuggle with his loneliness and his relationship with his grown children. His romantic involvement with a woman he met in the last book is a bright spot in Erlendur's life and all readers must be rooting for the two of them to find happiness. I read many novels that are just too long. Indridason has mastered the 300-page novel. The pace is leisurely; nothing feels rushed. Yet there's no padding; I follow the author where he goes and find myself pausing to reflect from time to time. Indridason uses adjectives sparingly, but I have no trouble imagining the scenes. And although you think you have figured out the mystery, I'm always a little surprised at the end when Indridason reveals the final details.

  • Hasan Mohammed
    2019-02-24 04:13

    أوّل ما جاء ذِكر إسم المحقق (أرلندور) في هذه الرواية حتى شعرتُ بشعورٍ غريب! شعور من يلتقي بغائبٍ كان يترقّب عوْدته! تسعة شهور مضت على قرائتي لآخر أعمال الروائي الأيسلندي، أرنالدور أندريداسون، وهي (صمت القبر) وبين قرائتي لهذه الرواية.في الروايات الثلاث السابقة، كانت التحقيقات التي عمِلَ عليها المحقق (أرلندور) ورفيقيه تدور حول جرائم تعود جذورها لمشاكل وأسباب اجتماعية، يظهر ذلك بوضوح في رواية (صمت القبر). وعليه، تكون المساحة التي يتحرّك فيها (الراوي) والمحقق هي أيسلندا وحدها، غالباً هكذا.أمّا في هذه الرواية، فإنّ الراوي يذهب بخياله بعيداً في عنصري الزمان والمكان، لتشمل خمسينات القرن الماضي وما أفرزتها من أحداثٍ سياسية في الدول الشيوعية في فترة الحرب البارد وما بعدها، في الإتحاد السوفييتي وألمانيا الشرقية والغربية وهنغاريا وانتهاءً بمكان الجثة في بحيرة (كلايفارفاتن) في أيسلندا.تعود الخيوط الأولى لهذه القضية في جامعة ليبزيغ في المانيا الشرقية، ففي هذه الجامعة ملتقى الطلبة والطالبات من أقطارٍ شتى، ومنها أيسلندا.في هذه الجامعة، لا يُنظر إلى دراستك وكفائتك العلمية، بل يُنظر إلى إنتمائك الشيوعي! عليك أن تكون خالِصاً ومُخلِصاً للفكر الشيوعي الإشتراكي، أن تعيش هذا الفكر الإشتراكي بكل وجدانك ومشاعرك وأحاسيسك!باختصار؛ إمّا أن تكون شيوعياً، أو ... لا تكون!في هذه الجامعة، لا وجود للأمان والثِقة بين الطلبة أنفسهم، فهم يعيشون حالة المراقبة التفاعلية على بعضهم البعض!وكل من يتمرّد أو يفكّر بالتمرّد على الفكر الشيوعي أو يجتمع في الخلوات والدهاليز السرية لمناهضة هذا الفكر، فمكانه السجن أو القبر!هل قرأتم رواية جورج أوريل ( 1984 ) ؟! هكذا كانت الجامعة، محكومة كما الدولة بحزب (الأخ الكبير)!في ظل هذه الأجواء الحذِرة، والشديدة الحساسية، تُنسَج خيوط هذه الرواية، لتنتهي بعناصرها بنهايات مختلفة!كان (لوثر) و (إميل) يعملون جواسيس علىالطلبة، ويسعوْن جاهدين لتجنيد بعض الطلبة ليصبحو مثلهم، كانو هم الواشين على الفتاة الهنغارية (إلونيا) المتمردة والمعارضة لسياسة الدولة، حتى انتهت بنهاية مأساوية بلا شك!كانت النهاية على عكس ما توقّعتُ تماماً، فقد كنتُ واثقاً بأن صاحب الجثة هو (لوثر)، أمّا أن يكون رجُلاً آخر، فهذا ما لم أتوقّعه أبداً.

  • Sarah ~
    2019-02-24 08:54

    هذه رواية مختلفة عن كل ما سبقها من روايات ارنالدور اندريدايسون ..بدأت بجثة ظلت أكثر من أربعين عاماً في قاع البحيرة مربوطة بجهاز تجسس روسي الصنع ...بدأ المحققون المعروفون لكل من قرأ سابقاً للكاتب (ايلينبورغ ، وسيغوردور ، وارلندر) البحث عن من يكون صاحب لجثة المجهولة ، ..هذا الجزء تأخذنا الأحداث لآراضٍ بعيدة إلى المانيا الشرقية وبداية الإشتراكية كـ فكر وزمن الإحتلال السوفييتي و الحرب الباردة ..حينها درس طلبة آيسلنديون في المانيا الشرقية بعد حصولهم على منح وذلك لتعزيز دور الإشتراكيين في العالم ..الطلبة ربطتهم معاً علاقات وثيقة ببعضهم البعض ، وعلاقات متفاوتة بالآخرين ..لم تكن الأمور وردية كما اعتقد البعض، كان هناك من رأوا الوجه القبيح للنظام أسرع من الآخرين والمتمثل بالتجسس والمراقبة والإبلاغ عن الأصدقاء المقربين نظام فاسد يعزز الوشاية ويمنع وجود أي نوع من النقاش ناهيك عن الإعتراض ..أولئكَ الذين تأخروا بالإحساس بالخطر واكتشاف الوجه الآخر للنظام ، أولئكَ صدموا ودفعوا ثمناً غالياً في النهاية ، وخسروا كل شيء ولم يكنْ ذنبهم سوى نقاء سريرتهم وثقتهم المطلقة بالآخرين ..أحببت السلاسة التي تنقل بها الكاتب بين الحاضر والماضي وهو أمر ليس بالجديد عليّ فلقد صادفته من قبل في رواية صمت القبر ..وأكثر من أي شيء آخرأحببت وصفه لحياة الطلبة في مدينة لايبزيغ (ألمانيا الشرقية) واستمتعت كثيراً بقراءة هذه الرواية المعقدة والدقيقة والمثيرة والمليئة بجرعة عالية من الدراما والحواررات الثرية ..هنا كثيرٌ من الأسرار والآلام الشخصية وخيبات الأمل والإنتظار ..إنها عملٌ عن الحب والخيانة في بلادٍ بعيدة ..

  • Roz
    2019-03-20 07:00

    This was quite boring.

  • Mohikanos
    2019-03-25 06:57

    Εξαιρετικό! Ο Ιντριντασον μετά τις μέτριες - κατά την άποψή μου "Φωνές" - επανέρχεται σε αυτό που μας είχε συνηθίσει στα δύο πρώτα του βιβλία: σε φιλμ νουάρ ιστορίες που αφορούν εγκλήματα που διαπράχθηκαν στο παρελθόν και έρχονται στην επιφάνεια στο παρόν, για τα οποία οι ήρωες θα πρέπει να σκαλίσουν γεγονότα αλλοτινών εποχών και να φέρουν στο φως πάθη του παρελθόντος.Η ιστορία εκτυλίσσεται σε δύο επίπεδα: από τη μια οι ενέργειες της αστυνομίας για την ανεύρεση του δολοφόνου και από την άλλη η σταδιακή παρουσίαση των γεγονότων του παρελθόντος μέχρι την διάπραξη του εγκλήματος.Ο βασικός ήρωας - επιθεωρητής Ετλεντούρ - είναι ιδιαίτερα ενδιαφέρον χαρακτήρας, αρκετά εσωστρεφής και παράξενος, παραδόξως δεν είναι ούτε μέθυσος ούτε ναρκομανής, αλλά έχει μια διαλυμένη οικογένεια να αντιμετωπίσει και δύο δυσλειτουργικά παιδιά. Οι δύο βοηθοί του είναι κανονικοί άνθρωποι με τα δικά τους καθημερινά προβλήματα. Πολύ σημαντικό είναι το γεγονός ότι ο συγγραφέας δεν αρκείται μόνο στην παρουσίαση της ιστορίας του, αλλά μας δείχνει και τη ζωή των ηρώων του, φέρνοντάς τους κοντά στον αναγνώστη, ο οποίος μπορεί να τους αναγνωρίσει ως τους φίλους ή τους γείτονές του. Φυσικά δεν λείπουν και οι απαραίτητες νότες εύστοχου και πνευματώδους χιούμορ που ελαφρύνουν την ατμόσφαιρα.Εκεί, όμως, που ο συγγραφέας πραγματικά εντυπωσιάζει είναι η εξαιρετική ικανότητά του να περιγραφεί καταστάσεις και να αναβιώνει το κλίμα και την ατμόσφαιρα περασμένων εποχών με λεπτομέρεια και ακρίβεια. Στο συγκεκριμένο βιβλίο γίνεται αναφορά στην κομμουνιστική Ανατολική Γερμανία και στις επαχθείς συνθήκες που βίωναν οι κάτοικοί της στο όνομα του κομμουνισμού και της κατ' όνομα ισότητας. Πέρα από τη λεπτομέρεια στις περιγραφές, ο Ιντριντασον καταφέρνει να βάλει τον αναγνώστη στο κλίμα της εποχής, να τον κάνει να συμπάσχει με τους ήρωες και, τελικά, να δικαιολογήσει σε κάποιον βαθμό το έγκλημα που διαπράχθηκε.Πάντως αν σας αρέσει η καταιγιστική δράση, το πιστολίδι και τα κυνηγητά, αυτό δεν είναι το βιβλίο σας...(9/10)

  • Bonnie Brody
    2019-03-07 10:03

    I am smitten with this Icelandic mystery series. Detective Erlandur is the most empathetic, eccentric and unique protagonist that I've met in a suspense novel. With his family baggage, his ever deepening interests in obscure aspects of a case, and steadfast honesty, he creates the backbone for Arnaldur Indridason's novels.In this novel, the reader is first met with a skeleton discovered in a lake whose surface level has been shrinking over the years. It is determined that the skeleton is several decades old and, even more interestingly, he is tied to a Soviet listening device. Who is this man and what brought him to his demise?As Erlandur and his team look at the missing persons' reports from the Cold War era, they discover a lot about Iceland they were unaware of. Iceland, though far from the madding crowd, had its share of spies. Several Icelanders even found their way to university in East Germany in the late 1950's and 1960's. As each of the missing persons, or their survivors, are contacted, several story lines begin to take shape. There is the woman whose partner never returned. His car was left at a bus station and, interestingly for Erlandur, its hubcap is missing. Erlandur fixates on this car and its missing hubcap like white on snow. Despite it being tangential to the case at hand, he finds it fascinating that the hubcap is gone. Some of the chapters are about what life was like in Leipzig when the Icelandic students traveled there for their studies. While some of them challenged their own socialist and communist beliefs, others were enamored of the Stasi. As the case progresses, we being to learn more about the personal lives of Erlandur and his colleagues. His female colleague Elinborg is a good cook and loves to be with her family. Sigurdur Oli has been dealing with late night calls from a man whose wife was killed in a freak automobile accident and blames himself even though he wasn't even there. Erlandur himself continues to worry about his two children, especially Eva Lind, who is back on drugs and missing in action. He has begun to get more serious with Valgurdur, the woman he met in a previous book. She has decided to leave her husband and Erlandur is confused about how to navigate this relationship despite having very strong feelings for her.This novel is many faceted. To call it just a mystery is to do it injustice despite the case that mysteries are at the heart of it. As is usual, it is a missing person who Erlandur can't get out of his mind. What keeps me glued to the pages is the literary quality of the writing, the deep understanding of human nature that is portrayed, and the quality of the narrative.

  • Chrissa Vasileiou
    2019-03-16 03:52

    3,5/5 αστεράκια.

  • Βεατρίκη Π.
    2019-03-04 07:04

    Πρώτη μου επαφή με τον αστυνομικό ερευνητή Έτλεντουρ και μπορώ να πω πως έμεινα αρκετά ικανοποιημένη.Πρόκειται για ένα ιστορικοαστυνομικό μυθιστόρημα,θα τολμούσα να πω. Ψυχρός Πόλεμος, Ουγγρική Επανάσταση, Τείχος του Βερολίνου, σοσιαλισμός, κομμουνισμός, κατασκοπεία...Και κάπου μετά το 2000, ένα πτώμα που ανακαλύπτεται σε μια αποστραγγισμένη λίμνη, του οποίου τα οστά είναι δεμένα με έναν παλιό ρωσικό ραδιοπομπό, από μία τυχαία γυναίκα, γίνεται ο λόγος όπου ξετυλίγεται μια ιστορία γεμάτη μυστήριο που εξελίσσεται σε εκείνο το απάνθρωπο τότε. Ο Έτλεντουρ μετά της κομπανίας του, καλείται να βρει φως στο τούνελ, μιας υπόθεσης που τελικά κάθε άλλο παρά εύκολη είναι: σε αυτό το ταξίδι λοιπόν, γινόμαστε μάρτυρες εκείνης της εποχής και 'ζούμε' μαζί με τους ήρωες του βιβλίου όλα όσα προανέφερα.Με έψησε o Arnaldur να διαβάσω και άλλο του βιβλίο με βασικό πρωταγωνιστή τον Έτλεντουρ! (του οποίου την ιδιορρυθμία παρεμπιπτόντως βρήκα πολύ ενδιαφέρουσα. )

  • Tulara
    2019-02-27 07:52

    I don't why I picked this book. Sometimes I walk past the library shelves in Fiction and just pick one up. If I like the cover (I know - so scientific), I'll read it.So, begins why I had this book. It's written by an Icelandic writer, Arnaldur Indridason and it was translated into English. On my last horrid plane ride with one stop (3 hours that took 10 hours), I met a man from Iceland one a stopover in Phoenix - he and a friend were on their way to a dinner in Taos - he was Wiccan - He wore a long black cape and he immediately sat down next to me. So I thought I'd give this book a read in his honor.It was interesting to get used to the names. I learned a lot about Iceland and its culture in war-time when both the United States and Russia were spying in the region. It was a good story - well written and mysteries abound. It kept my interest and I think I will look for other books by the author.

  • Ângela Costa
    2019-03-14 05:03

    Diferente dos dois anteriores que li, mas mantendo a mesma qualidade. Arnaldur, surpreendeu-me com o seu livro "Laços de Sangue", desde logo fiquei com a sensação que seria um autor a seguir e não me enganei..."O Mistério do Lago" encheu-me completamente as medidas, proporcionando-me uma agradável e surpreendente leitura. Fico aguardar o próximo!

  • Emily
    2019-03-25 07:55

    Μέχρι στιγμής είναι το καλύτερο βιβλίο του συγγραφέα που έχω διαβάσει. Πόσο ενδιαφέρον μπορεί να είναι ένα βιβλίο που κατατάσσεται στα αστυνομικά και μάλιστα στα σκανδιναβικά (με ό,τι αυτό συνεπάγεται για όσα έχουμε συνηθίσει να διαβάζουμε) και δεν έχει αίμα, κομμένα δάχτυλα, περιγραφές βιασμών, ανθρωποκυνηγητά, καταδιώξεις και ένα βουνό νύχια στο χαλάκι δίπλα στη θέση ανάγνωσης; Πώς μπορεί να προσελκύσει έναν αναγνώστη που ξέρει ότι η αγωνία του θα είναι περιορισμένη;Σίγουρα κάποιοι θα το βρουν αφόρητα βαρετό και παλιομοδίτικο. Μια λίμνη αποξηράνθηκε με φυσικό τρόπο και αποκάλυψε στο βυθό της ένα σκελετό δεμένο με αλυσίδες. So what? Περσινά ξινά σταφύλια. Ναι, πολύ περσινά. Αλλά καθόλου ξινά, τουναντίον πολύ ενδιαφέροντα.Ο επιθεωρητής Έρλεντουρ και οι συνεργάτες του θα πάνε πολύ πίσω στο χρόνο για να ανασυνθέσουν μια λυπηρή ιστορία προδοσίας και, το χειρότερο, προδομένων ονείρων και ξεφτισμένης ιδεολογίας.Σε πολλά σημεία του βιβλίου μου ήρθε συνειρμικά στο μυαλό το "Κιβώτιο". Τι παιχνίδια, αλήθεια, παίζει το μυαλό!Βιβλίο πολύ καλογραμμένο, με μεγάλη ευαισθησία και ισχυρή γοητεία.Διάβαζε ο Ηρακλής Στρούγγης, επιτυχώς και αισθαντικώς (μου βγαίνει αυθόρμητα ο νεολογισμός), ως συνήθως!

  • Col
    2019-03-05 08:19

    Synopsis....In the wake of an earthquake, the water level of an Icelandic lake drops suddenly, revealing the skeleton of a man half-buried in its sandy bed. It is clear immediately that it has been there for many years. There is a large hole in the skull. Yet more mysteriously, a heavy communication device is attached to it, possibly some sort of radio transmitter, bearing inscriptions in Russian.The police are called in and Erlendur, Elinborg and Sigurdur Oli begin their investigation, which gradually leads them back to the time of the Cold War when bright, left-wing students would be sent from Iceland to study in the 'heavenly state' of Communist East Germany.The Draining Lake is another remarkable Indridason mystery about passions and shattered dreams, the fate of the missing and the grief of those left behind.One of the reading challenges I set for myself this year was to read at least one Scandinavian crime novel in each month. Last month was my first taste of Jo Nesbo, albeit with a novel set in Australia. This month was Arnaldur Indridason and his book, The Draining Lake. I reckon I have read one of the author's previous efforts, Jar City several long years ago. A lot of books have been read in the mean-time and as a consequence any memories or feelings for the novel have long since left me.Effectively coming to this author fresh and with a novel based at least some of the time in an authentic Scandinavian setting, I was immediately captured by the story. Indridason weaves between a present day investigation into a recently discovered skeleton, and a more turbulent period in Eastern Europe's recent history with some students studying in Leipzig. The Icelandic students with their Socialist ideals get to enjoy the realities of life in a Communist country; one which probably infringed on its citizens liberties more than Mother Russia did. I've read of life in East Germany under Communism last year with Anna Funder's excellent Stasiland. Indridason captures the menace of the 60's in a country where individuals lived under a regime where suspicion and paranoia was the default position of the state. Icelandic idealism soon wearies in a society where trust is in short supply.Traversing the narrative back and forth between 60's Leipzig and present day Iceland, Indridason knits a cohesive tale. The book was enjoyable and interesting, and populated with characters that were likeable and engaging. The three police officers in the team have lives outside the job and we are introduced to their families and ongoing sagas. Rather than acting as a distraction or sideshow to the main tale, the relationship between the three and their obvious regard and support for each other added to my enjoyment.This is the 4th in the author's series of Reykjavik murder mysteries, with another 4 published after it. I'll definitely be back for more. I'm hoping the long forgotten Jar City still resides somewhere in my attic, as I wouldn't mind revisiting it again or to be honest any of the others.In my somewhat slim Scandinavian crime league table, Indridason sits at the top ahead of Nesbo after one book each. Stieg Larsson is in third position with his namesake Asa and the double act of Sjowall/Wahloo and Henning Mankell still to join the fray.5 from 5 - and a likely book of the month.Bought my copy of the book from an Oxfam shop many moons ago.

  • Nancy Oakes
    2019-03-04 06:57

    The story behind Erlendur's Draining Lake investigation begins not with the discovery of bones in a lake bed, but in the 1950s in Leipzig. At that time it was part of the GDR, and students were being recruited to come to the university there to study. Some Icelandic socialist students were part of the recruitment effort -- but many discovered that there was a catch to their free education once they had been there for a while. Flashforward to the present, where a hydrologist examining a lake bed finds bones half buried there and calls police. As it turns out, the body was tied down with an old Soviet listening device, starting Erlendur and his team on an investigation that will take them back to the Cold War years. With very few clues to go on, including the identity of the dead man, Erlendur and his team have their work cut out for them. In the meantime, there's a few hitches in Erlendur's life: seriously drug-addicted daughter Eva Lind has runaway again, and while he's busy worrying about her, his long-estranged son Sindri shows up.Indridason's writing is excellent, as always, and the fleshed-out back story of the students' years in Leipzig is a nice glimpse into the pitfalls of overzealous idealism. Erlendur is a character who has since the outset of this series been portrayed as very human, with real-life problems that don't seem to ever be resolved. The author is able to inject a bit of wry humor into his writing which is often dark and depressing -- there are no warm fuzzies or nice touchy-feely happy endings where everyone goes home happy and satisfied in this series. If that's what you're looking for, then pass on these novels.The Draining Lake is not my favorite of Indridason's novels, but it was still a great read. He continues to follow his pattern of the past's connection to the present, which is one of my favorite motifs in a mystery novel. The book is well written, and my only criticism is that at times things seemed to move very slow. But I still very highly recommend not only this book, but the entire series. You'll want to start with the first book in translation, Jar City, and make your way through all of the books before coming to this one if you want the best reading experience. People who enjoy Scandinavian crime novels will want to read this one, as will people looking for a good mystery novel in general.

  • Tanja Berg
    2019-03-18 07:51

    Rating 2.5* out of 5. I knew this wasn't really my cup of tea when I picked it up. An old skeleton found at the bottom of a dried-out lake with leads to communist Germany a zillion years ago? It sounded like a sleeping pill, which it also turned out to be. The reason I picked it up and kept reading is that I'm quite enjoying this author and did not want to miss out on a book in the series, despite the fact that the themes presented weren't ones I relish. Erlendur who investigates the cold-case murder of the man in the lake is having a relationship with a married woman. He's lost touch with his drug-addicted daughter Eva and his callousness in regard to her is off-putting. Erlendur's estranged son Sindre turns up on his doorstep, finally, but it's unclear what he actually wants. Sigurd Oli, the other detective inspector on the case has apparently gotten over his cold feet in regards to his relationsihp with Bergthora: they are actually trying to start a family. Nothing is really told as to how he went from balking against marriage and family to finally giving in. Which is ashame. Yes, admittedly, I read this book just for the personal lives of the characters which appear in the series. The mystery of the man in the lake is infinitesimally boring. There are flash backs to the 1950's when some Icelandic socialist youths studied in East Germany. This of course would have far-reaching repercussions for all them. Idiots. Could anyone really be so idealistically stupid as to study in a communist country?! They probably did though - I never even entertained the possiblity before reading this book - and my view is probably arrogant and based on hindsight. After all, I was only 12 years old when the Berlin wall fell and by that time it was well known that communist secret police - particularly the stasi - spied on absolutely everyone. No, I did not like this at all. However, it is still well written and I am sure others might possibly enjoy it. Whatever the case I am not put off Arnaldur Indridason and will most definitely be reading more books in the series.

  • Ed
    2019-03-02 08:10

    The un-charasmatic but always engaging Detective Erlandur works a cold case on an exposed volcanic lake bed identifying the remains of someone who might have been murdered years ago. Interestingly, the skeleton was wrapped in an obsolete Russian listening device. This very cold case finds Erlandur and Co. tracing socialist Icelandic students studying in the police state of East Germany in the post war period for possible connections. A very complex, dynamic plot structure kept me turning pages in this outstanding Scandinavian mystery. What really attracts me to Erlandur and keeps me grounded in Arnaldur Indridason's Iceland is his humility, integrity and humanity. He's not tall, dark and handsome like his colleague Sigurdur Oli. He doesn't dress well and is somewhat an introvert but his apartment is filled with bookcases. He courageously soldiers on day after miserable day following leads in his cases while at the same time dealing with his heroin addicted daughter and the guilt of losing his younger brother in a blizzard when they were children. All he really has is his job as a detective which he does in subtly brilliant fashion but in considerable psychic pain. He is an unforgettable protagonist I like and admire and strangely enough, find uplifting.

  • Νίκος Μ
    2019-02-27 02:01

    Ο Νεσμπο κι ο Γιουρτ είναι οι κορυφαίοι απο τους Σκανδιναβούς.Δοκίμασα και τον Νταλ αλλά δεν με ενθουσίασε(γράφει καλά πάντως)Η Λέκμπεργ έκτος της πριγκίπισσας και τα Οικογενειακά μυστικά δε με τρέλανε.Το διδυμο των ηρώων της πλάκας να λύνει το έγκλημα η γυναίκα του αστυνομικού που είναι συγγραφέας.Και τώρα πήγα στον Ιντρίντασον επειδή διάβασα ότι μοιάζει με τον Ράνκιν ο οποίος είναι στους τοπ για μένα .. Ωραία γραφή καθόλου κουραστική απλά η συγκεκριμένη ιστορία δεν είχε δράση.Θα διαβάσω κι άλλο δικό του σίγουρα

  • Tanuj Solanki
    2019-02-27 07:16

    The Pleasures of Stodginessthis article, about Arnaldur Indriðason's Inspector Erlendur series of novels, first appeared in Business Line's Saturday supplement, BLinkIt begins with the discovery of a corpse. A brooding detective, usually male, and with a shattered private life, gets on the case. He has a team of two or three, and they do the basic work of identifying the corpse. The forensic report is likely to be delayed. The investigation proceeds so slowly that it sometimes appears to be not progressing at all. Interactions with the people closest to the victim provide contradictory information. The chief detective is equal parts dogged and realistic, and his possible failure sets a constant undertone.Derived from Roseanna, the 1965 novel by Swedish writers Maj Sjöwall and Per Wahlöö, the above template for police procedurals has remained useful to Nordic writers for almost five decades. And even more useful has been one Martin Beck, the detective Sjöwall and Wahlöö featured in nine more novels after Roseanna. Beck’s reticence, insomnia, dyspepsia, irritability, copious smoking and general detachment have, over the years, come to be seen as markers of the archetypical Nordic sleuth: consider Henning Mankell’s Kurt Wallander, or Håkan Nesser’s Van Veeteren, two examples among many, of fictional detectives who had some of Beck’s essence distilled in them. Of course, such templates are also observed in deviations, and the fact remains that Nordic crime’s biggest international export is one that just cannot be clubbed with a group of dour, 40-something detectives. With her spiked hair, tattoos, and body piercings, Stieg Larsson’s Lisbeth Salander doesn’t share much with Martin Beck, least of all the fact that she has a criminal streak and hates cops. But as much as Larsson revved up Nordic crime writing, making the congress between a Nordic procedural and an American action thriller conceivable, his success also brought attention to writers who followed the Sjöwall-Wahlöö aesthetic closely. Foremost among them is the Icelandic writer Arnaldur Indriðason, whose Inspector Erlendur Sveinsson is an intensification of the traits that defined Beck, and whose Reykjavik police procedurals stumble along with the same dull intensity that one finds in the Sjöwall-Wahlöö novels.Murder most rareBut how does one write murder mysteries in a country as peaceful as Iceland?According to a ‘Homicide Map’ released by Brazilian think-tank Igarapé, Iceland is the third least likely country to be murdered in. Its homicide rate of 0.3 per 1,00,000 is less than half of even the Scandinavian countries. And the comparison becomes ridiculous when we consider the island country’s population — less than 3,50,000. That’s one murder per year.Indriðason does not ignore the sanguine facts. “Murders were rare in Reykjavik” — explains the third-person narrator in Jar City, the first English-translated novel in the Inspector Erlendur series. Later in the same novel, Erlendur notes that the usual Icelandic murder is “not complicated”. This almost registers as a meta-ironic gesture, as if the detective, grappling with a terribly complicated case, is reminding the writer where they live.Indriðason’s trick is to slow things down, spacing out the crimes and the crime-solving. If we go by Inspector Erlendur’s personal timeline, we find that a homicide case crops up roughly once in six or more months. Investigations are never particularly rushed and are often allowed to take months. There is only one instance in the entire series where Erlendur Sveinsson and his team feel rushed in trying to solve a case, and it is telling that the novel in which this happens, Arctic Chill, is the worst of the series. Racy thrillers aren’t Indriðason’s strong point, and it is for the good that his series embraces its slowness as definitive.Indriðason also has the nous to craft some of the mysteries as murders that took place years, even decades, back. Consider Silence in the Grave, for example — the second in the series — where work at a construction site leads to the discovery of a skeleton as old as post-war Iceland; the related flashback and the current investigation climax together at the end. A similar template is followed in The Draining Lake, where reducing water-levels in a Reykjavik lake unearth a skeleton dating to the mid-’70s; the flashback, concerning itself with exchange students in East Germany and Cold War intrigue and whatnot, once again concludes in tandem with the current investigation at hand.But if Iceland demands a crime writer like Indriðason to work around its realities, it also provides a scenario that is typical of the place and of interest: missing persons. Considering its dramatic topography and harsh climate, it isn’t difficult to imagine people going missing in Iceland. And if we accept that each skeleton unearthed today was a corpse forgotten yesterday, we arrive at a link between missing persons and murder.Inspector Erlendur knows this link, and thinks of missing persons as a “distinctively Icelandic crime”. He has a personal history that leaves him with a strong reason to be fixated about disappearances. In his childhood, Erlendur and his younger brother were lost in a blizzard, and the rescue party could only find him. No trace of the brother’s body was found. Indriðason employs this backstory not only as a source of trauma for Erlendur, but also as the genesis of a lingering mystery, one which the series gradually moves towards solving. He ensures that we read these novels as much for Erlendur’s continuous fight with his personal demons as for the mystery in each one of them. The developments in Erlendur’s personal life form a parallel plot that holds interest novel after novel. We learn in Jar City that Erlendur was divorced years back, and that his relationship with his daughter, Eva Lind, and son, Sindri Snaer, are not the healthiest. Indriðason focuses more on the tumultuous relationship with the 20-something Lind: she is an unscrupulous person, a drug addict, and overtly hateful of her father. But we develop a soft spot for her as we learn to see her hatred as a response to Erlendur’s abandonment of the family: he has been a missing person for her. Erlendur is, on the other hand, irritated by the faults in her character, but also increasingly compelled to do his best to protect her from the big troubles that she repeatedly gets into. Indriðason uses the ebb and flow of this relationship in each of his novels. Since the basic conflict isn’t a complicated one, the nature of events he uses is unavoidably repetitive, especially if one binges on the novels. However, this repetition causes an effect that is definitely outside the realm of the writer’s intentions: it heightens the realism, offering us a kind of relationship that dodders on irreconcilable differences and yet cannot be wished away, thereby condemning the parties to suffer the same disappointments over and over.The melancholy detectiveCrime writers are often (excessively) credited with presenting a mirror to the societies they write about, and in that Indriðason is as common or as commendable as his contemporaries. He, too, writes about the stock social ills — sexual crime, domestic abuse, homophobia, false idealism, xenophobia, and so on. The absence of white-collar crime is explained by the fact that almost all of the Erlendur series was published before the banking crisis in Iceland — had Indriðason known enough about it, Erlendur would have surely found some murderous bankers as well.With regards to the mysteries themselves, it must be said that Indriðason’s resolutions are more necessary than marvelous. This isn’t a problem, for if murder mysteries and police procedurals were two distinct categories in crime writing, Indriðason’s efforts would most definitely be classified in the latter. Though even among procedurals, he seems particularly wary of complications, and keeps his dull intensity slightly less intense than others. Also, as far as tracing police work goes, Indriðason is definitely inferior to Sjöwall & Wahlöö, and to Mankell.But the uniqueness of the Inspector Erlendur series is in its sheer simplicity and its palpable distaste for cultivating or delivering shocks. The template we began with is followed in most of these novels, such that reading them becomes a sort of agreement with both the depredations and the joys of what is formulaic and repetitive in detective fiction. The sameness of structure and character, coupled with slow pace, comforts us, even provides a perverse pleasure. We look forward, for example, to the new excuse to justify the delay in the forensic report. It might be as simple as the forensic scientist being on vacation. At other times, it might be a bureaucratic loop; like with the skeleton in Silence of the Grave, which had to be transferred from the forensic scientist to an archaeologist. Indriðason is not averse to using fairly straightforward means for withholding information. He is more invested, instead, in imbuing his slow-burn narratives with the irremediable melancholia of their hero. What he achieves, accidentally, is a verisimilitude apropos the detective’s personal life, something that becomes the biggest draw for anyone who reads more than one of these novels.In sum, Indriðason’s stodginess has its definite rewards, of the kind that are more difficult to find in today’s crime fiction.

  • Gerti
    2019-03-06 06:10

    Ein außerordentlich gut geschriebener und seelische Tiefen auslotender Kriminalroman um Kommissar Erlendur.

  • Ankit Agrawal
    2019-03-02 10:03

    I had read somewhere that Iceland has the highest ratio of number of books read per person than any other country in the world and also that every 1 of 10 Icelanders go on to become a writer or a poet. I seriously don't know whether that is true or not but it seriously itched me to read something from Iceland. I wondered despite of the low population in Iceland if there are so many writers and so many books read why haven't we seen any great write or great books emerging from the country. The problem I found out after reading this book was that they are indeed great writers but they are not known much and the reason for that is just like in other Nordic countries, people in Iceland as well write their literature in their native language. Hardly anything is there in English. Yes there are translators but a translation doesn't have the same effect. Its just like a piece of music which is made to be played on piano, it can be played on the guitar as well but it won't have the same effect.Anyways talking about the book, I was glad that I read it. It not only provided a good crime story but also gave a good insight into Iceland's and East Germany's past. How people were so naive in Iceland when they were ruled. How troubled life was in East German before Germany got unified. It was much of a historical fiction for me. A crime which happened in the past because of the troubles in the past and not intentionally done. I won't set this book as one of the best crime books I have come across but when you add the history to it, its a great read. Iceland is one of the least known countries in the world, it is overshadowed in every field by other Nordic countries. The book gave me good knowledge about Iceland's past.One thing I like when reading Scandinavian Crime Fiction (which I found in this book as well) when compared to English (American/British) Crime Fiction is that the Scandinavians are very professional in they way the move about it. Its not the sort which will hook you off your seat or run fast paced and thrill you just like in English Crime Fiction. No, it just won't do that and I like it because it doesn't feel real. The Scandinavians move about it makes you feel its real, the way the police would actually solve a crime in real life. My grandfather was a lawyer and he sometimes used to tell me stories about how cases in court moved along. I find the same with these Scandinavian crime fiction books. Thats why I like to read the as purely "Crime Fiction" and not as "Mystery/Thriller". When you read it as crime fiction you tend to enjoy it more. I find English Crime Fiction quite casual and nothing professional in comparison to Scandinavian one.

  • Librariel
    2019-03-02 05:54

    Literaire thriller die deze kwalificatie verdient, een klein trapje hoger dan Läckberg, die net als Indridason en Gisa Klönne erg goed is in het wisselen van vertelperspectief en het geloofwaardig, genuanceerd schetsen van de karakters van de personages.Mijn enige andere vergelijkingspunten in de Scandinavische misdaadliteratuur zijn Karin Fossum en Stieg Larsson.De eerste is niet slecht als schrijfster van psychologische thrillers, de andere was onderlegd en schreef een spannende maar niet literaire trilogie bij elkaar. Indridason heeft een gave, nooit overladen stijl en schrijft misschien niet cliffhanger-spannend, maar wel ongemeen boeiend.'Onderkoeld' van hem stelt voorlopig ook nog niet teleur, wel in tegendeel.

  • Calzean
    2019-03-22 09:13

    The book has the police, murder, mystery and a lot about Icelandic communists during the cold war.The murder is solved by a lot of assumptions and gut-feelings with no real clues. The extended parts of Icelandic students studying Leipzig could have been so much shorter. Not enough in this book to make we want to read anymore in this series.

  • Fenia Vazaka
    2019-03-12 03:15

    Καλούτσικο, θα του βάλω 3 κυρίως για την περιγραφή της κρατικής κατασκοπείας στην πρώην Ανατολική Γερμανία.

  • Ahmad Sharabiani
    2019-03-20 01:53

    The Draining Lake (Inspector Erlendur #6), Arnaldur Indriðason

  • Medo Dhaher
    2019-03-09 09:06

    مر وقت طويل جدا منذ ان قرأت رواية من هذه النوعية .. قد تكون صفة (متكاملة )كبيرة جداً عليها ،، و لكني فعلاً شعرت انه لا ينقصها شي.تبدأ الرواية ب عالمة تجد هيكل عظمي في قعر بحيرة كلايفارفاتن ( تشعر هنا انها احد روايات أجاثا كريستي ) و تبدأ رحلة البحث عن صاحب هذا الهيكل و ملابسات هَذِهِ الجريمة الغريبة ، تنتقل الرواية بين ايسلندا و ألمانيا الشرقية ( في ذلك الوقت ) ، و تشرح الظروف التي كانت مسيطرة و اثر الحرب الباردة بصورة عامة ع الأوضاع ، كما و تشرح تأثير الاشتراكية ، الرأسمالية ، و الشيوعية ع تفكير الشباب و المجتمع . تتطرق الراوية أيضا للعلاقات البشرية و تأثيراتها العميقة ع النفس . و هناك شخصية توماس و ارلندور لقد كتبت بطريقة رائعة المشاعر و الأفكار و التأثيرات كلها رائعة جداً، هناك امر واحد فقط و هو ان بعض الشخصيات الثانوية لم نعلم ماذا حدث لهم مثلاً هناك ( إيفا ليند ) هل ستبقى هائمة ع وجهها بهذهِ الطريقة ، و أيضا ( الرجل الذي فقد زوجته ) ماذا حل به ، و ( سيندري ) 🤔....أحببتها جداً و استمتعت بقرأتها ، هناك أيضا الكثير من الأمور التي يمكن تعلمها عن تلك الفترة ( جغرافياً و سياسيا ) . 👍🏻

  • Reinhold
    2019-03-20 02:07

    Hier zu besprechen ist der sechste Band (der fünfte auf Deutsch erschienene) aus der Reihe rund um Kommissar Erlendur von der Reykjaviker Polizei. Durch das langsame Absinken des Wasserspiegels eines Sees wird ein Skelett freigelegt, das vor rund dreißig Jahren in diesem See versenkt wurde. Sehr schnell wird klar, dass es sich um einen Mordfall handeln muss, ist doch der Schädel zertrümmert und das Skelett an ein russisches Abhörgerät gebunden mit dem es auf dem Seeboden festgehalten wurde.Obwohl keiner daran glaubt diesen Fall lösen zu können macht sich die Truppe rund um Erlendur an die Arbeit um es dennoch zu versuchen. Sehr bald schon stoßen sie auf einen Vermissten aus der fraglichen Zeit um dessen Überreste es sich durchaus handeln könnte. Wie schon in Todeshauch greift Arlnaldur zu der Variante die tatsächliche Geschichte mit der Erzählung der Aufklärungsarbeit der Polizei zu vernetzen. Nebenbei treibt er deutlich die Rahmenhandlung der Serie weiter und entwickelt seine Hauptfiguren.Die Geschichte handelt von den Erlebnissen eines jungen Sozialisten der durch ein Stipendium der DDR die Möglichkeit hat in Leipzig zu studieren. Sehr schnell erkennt er, dass der real existierende Sozialismus nicht das ist was er sich in seiner idealen Welt ausgemalt hatte. Er wird von Ereignissen übermannt die ihn zu einem Mörder machen werden. Das Buch lebt vor allem von der Schilderung der Personen und ihrer Entwicklung und weniger von der Spannung was passieren wird oder wer nun wirklich am Grund des Sees gelandet ist.Ich gestehe, dass Arnaldur einer meiner Lieblingsschriftsteller ist. Auch mit diesem Buch konnte er wieder punkten. Sein Schreibstil ist packend und doch nicht reißerisch. Sprachlich ist er sehr gewandt (man kann es schlecht dem Autor zum Vorwurf machen, dass weder Übersetzerin noch Lektor wissen, dass 'wegen' den Genitiv und nicht den Dativ verlangt), seine Figuren haben unheimlich Tiefgang und entwickeln sich - vor allem aber sind sie lebensecht, mit all ihren Stärken und Schwächen. Eine klare Empfehlung für diesen Autor und für dieses Buch.

  • Lawrence
    2019-03-13 08:10

    I have been ill lately and have turned to mysteries. I'd forgotten how satisfying and emotionally compelling they can be when written by a master like Camilleri or Dibden, Mankel or Arnaldur Indridason.Mr. A.I. is different from the others I listed. For one thing, his environment is considerably more bleak, and his characters (even the brash Sigurdur Oli) seem more isolated, more prone to unhappiness. Also, on a less serious note, food and drink do not have a role in this book. I note, though, that one character, Elinborg, has written a well-received cookbook. But her recipes are made to seem so self conscious that I wonder if Mr. A.I. is poking fun at "foodie" elements in other mysteries. Of course, he may just be saying there's no plain traditional mouth watering Icelandic food to form the basis of a cook book --- except perhaps the sheep's head so delectably described in the book.It is the emotional life of Erlendur, the police investigator and protagonist, that pervades "The Draining Lake". The book's theme or background is: the effects of the disappearance of a person on those left behind. Sometimes, the disappearance might have occurred decades ago. Hence, the inquiry into what are the consequences of latter day knowledge of the fate of the disappeared persons on the people whose lives have been altered by the absence, even through persistent speculation on both the questions "what?" and "why?". On the one hand, some seem able to adjust (though not to be made happy thereby) like the woman who worked in the dairy store and can ask now whether "he really loved me". On the other hand, there is the emotional failure in, for example, the life of Tomas. Erlendur is motivated to pursue cases of the disappeared because he suffers from "absence": in his case, the disappearance of an eight-year-old brother in a blizzard. It is wonderful how Mr. A.I. can take this event and, through it, make the other absences poignant as well.