With crisp prose and a strong feeling for characters living at the ends of their ropes, Sheldon mines tension not just from the crime and its coverup. Throughout, Hekla understands that Iceland’s future is in some ways at stake, from her disgust at Drumman’s hotel—“sleek, two-story monument to excess” —to her reluctance to ascribe guilt to Aldís, who has stoked great controversy in her zeal to push “back on the corroding influence that countries like the United States had on Iceland.” Hekla’s nerves and exhaustion, touchingly drawn, never diminish her savviness, and she proves a compelling detective as she faces bureaucratic setbacks, red herrings, and tough interrogations—she snaps at her nation’s wealthiest citizen, a business partner of Drumman’s wife, “If you’re helping Iceland, why are all your negotiations in secret?”

Sheldon’s plot eventually pairs Hekla with August Sorenson, a former FBI legal attaché in Copenhagen who once was close to Aldís. August, too, is living bleakly, and his early perspective chapters wallowing in sex, suicidal ideation, and autoerotic asphyxiation feel convincingly miserable but diminish narrative momentum. Still, August eventually proves a memorable co-lead, but it’s Hekla who grabs attention and keeps the pages turning.

Takeaway: Dark Icelandic noir with a strong edge of outrage at economic injustice.

Comparable Titles: Sara Blædel, Ragnar Jónasson.

Production grades
Cover: B+
Design and typography: A
Illustrations: N/A
Editing: A-
Marketing copy: A