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Death and Destruction in Aberdeen

If you’re like me, you don’t read Scottish crime novels very often. The ones I read are typically American, starring a lone wolf detective (private or otherwise) with a knack for wisecracks and a fast triggerfinger. None of that would be a fitting description of Stuart MacBride’s book Dying Light. But don’t think that this is a quaint and cozy crime novel. There are arsons where families are burned alive, streethookers who are bludgeoned to death, horrifying torture, drugdeals and intrigue, and though DS Logan MacRae is not armed with anything but a cup of tea and perseverance, he still manages to wade through all of the above. He travels around Aberdeen in whatever car they give him, suffering under superiors with agendas of their own and a relationship that seems to be made up of miscommunication, all of which makes him drink too much and sleep too little.

MacBride’s style is raw and at times his descriptions are downright stomach-churning. His plots are believable but never transparent, and his main characters are deep enough to avoid becoming cliches. DS MacRae himself is an easy guy to sympathize with. Always wanting to do the right thing by everyone, while trying not to mess things up too much, he manages to come off as just a decent guy with dedication to the things he believe in, but also someone who fails from time to time. At the beginning of the book, he is burdened by his hospitalized colleague, who took a bullet during a raid supervised by MacRae. As a result of that incident, MacRae only barely avoids getting fired, but is instead put on the fuck-up squad, led by a selfish and crude hag of a woman, and that is still only the start of his trouble.

What really makes this book stand out from your average run-of-the-mill crime novel, however, is the humor. While it’s at times dark and the air is full of suspense, the dialogue in other parts makes it sparkle with a lightness that had me laughing out loud several times. I read, and sometimes re-read, lines to myself, trying my best to fake a Scottish accent and had a ton of fun doing it. Part of that is of course, that I am not Scottish, and so there is an element of it being exotic and new, but below that - and more importantly, it is because the book is very well written.

Dying Light is Stuart MacBride’s second novel and I won’t hesitate to call it extremely promising stuff. If you like crime stories, I would definitely recommend giving this guy a shot. If you’re like me, you’ll take an immediate liking to DS MacRae, and he will leave you wanting more.

When Boys Play

I went out and bought a cd without having heard a single song from the album. I think, that’s only happened a handful of times in my life, and always only with artists I already know well. Except in the case of Broken Boy Soldiers by The Raconteurs. This was a purchase based solely on an interview article, I had read, and though I had an idea of the style of music, I figured, I’d let myself get surprised.

And let me just say it right away: This is a great album! The Raconteurs have successfully mixed the old with the new here. The album is filed under “Alternative”, but it’s really just good old rock ‘n roll. About as alternative as Lou Reed, if you ask me. Not that the two sound alike, but there are actually quite a few songs on Broken Boy Soldiers that remind me of old rockbands. The title-song itself reminds me of Jefferson Airplane’s style, and several of the other songs, such as Level and in particular Blue Veins remind me of Led Zeppelin. And various other places, I find traces of both The Who and The Doors. There’s even a hint of Beatles in the ending of Yellow Sun.

Still, I wouldn’t call Broken Boy Soldiers a step back in time as such. The boys in the band have managed to take all these elements from classic rock-bands and make them their own. It seems obvious that these guys love what they’re doing, the music itself and possibly even each other’s company. There’s a genuine energy in these songs and it shows.

Finally, I have to compare the obvious: The Raconteurs versus White Stripes. Jack White is part of both, and so the comparison is unavoidable. And the fact that I liked White Stripes was a definite influence in making me buy this album, but the truth is actually, that I like The Raconteurs better. The songs are just a little more melodic, well-played and varied. It is clear that the two are completely different and may even speak to different audiences in the end, but I think that they compliment each other nicely in my music collection.

Fabulous Follies

New York author, Paul Auster, writes books about people, their lives, dreams, hopes and fears. He has a fairly large following in Europe, but I’ve been shocked to discover, how many people don’t know him in the US. That is a shame, and to correct it, let me tell you a little bit about the last book of his I read, The Brooklyn Follies.

Nathan Glass has come to Brooklyn to die. This is only the latest in a long line of follies.

That’s what you’ll see, when you read what’s on the back of the dust jacket, and this is also how the story begins. Nathan Glass is the narrator and main character of the story (although he will attempt to tell you otherwise), which is actually a story about human connections and relationships. He is a retired life-insurance man, who got lung cancer in spite of never having been a smoker, and now returns to the Brooklyn he left many, many years earlier, a bitter man convinced that there is nothing left for him to do, but to wait for the inevitable.

But as everyone who has ever lived knows, life is not that simple. Unexpected things happen to all of us, and Nathan Glass is no exception. One day, he runs into his favorite nephew, Tom, whom he has not seen in years. When they parted way, Tom was a promising academic talent. Now, he has put on some weight and works in a bookstore. This meeting marks the beginning of a long journey involving many other characters, who all end up being somehow connected, though their stories and backgrounds are wildly different.

Auster takes us on a journey through these people’s lives, at the time when their paths cross, and it made this reader think long and hard about how people connect, about cause and effect in human relationships and of course, about life and death. Heavy things to occupy your mind with, one might say, but Auster’s humor is ever-present, full of irony and wonder.

In some ways, Brooklyn Follies reminded me a lot of the movie Smoke (also based on Austers writing), which has a lot of the same themes. Smoke happens to be one of my all time favorite movies, and this book is definitely one of my favorite books.

Little Things

The US is not like Denmark. Living in the two countries is not the same, even if it looks similar on the surface. We all wear denim, watch Hollywood movies and drink Coke. We celebrate Christmas and drive cars. But there are many differences.

I have taken a classic meme and given it a twist. Here is a list of 100 differences between the two countries, as experienced and noted by yours truly.