Anthony McIntyreFor those who love Scandinavian crime fiction this Hans Koppel thriller is one that will keep the pages turning.  


While lacking the depth and complex character building of Stieg Larsson, along with the intricacy of the plot, it does nothing to detract from the suspense and the need to rush to the end. The blurb describes it as ‘the story that has obsessed readers across Scandinavia for the past year.’ Despite the simplicity of the narrative it is not too taxing to guess why.

It is a straightforward story and unlike Larsson’s Millennium Trilogy does not start out as a slow burner, preferring to tap into high octane from the get go. A young mother waiting for a bus never makes it home. She gets into a car but her family is hardly going to know that. After some jealousy ridden angst the husband reports it to the police. They tell him it happens in Sweden all the time sans crime being committed. Essentially indolent desk bound creatures they fail to look beyond the end of their suspicious noses which sniff out not the best but the easiest suspect, the husband. The body can’t be found so no murder rap can be pinned on him. Smug in their belief that the husband was their man, they allowed the case to go as cold as the body they presumed to have been buried in some secret and for now inaccessible grave. Move along, nothing to be done here. The perp won’t fess up and without a corpse the lead goes only to a dead end. Better to wait than to investigate. There is a motive which the reader is allowed to share in but to which the cops remain oblivious.

Many different lives are viewed through this work. The ennui of their normal daily routines is no protection against the drama they all factor into. The psychiatrist, the schoolyard bullies known as the Gang of Four, incompetent cops, faithless wives, mega rich business men, grieving husbands, sexual sadists, small town reporters. The plot comes together much too neatly at the end but that is the licence that comes with fiction. It barely impacts on the climatic denouement.

I picked this book up in the library, having spotted it there purely by chance while leaving back my daughter’s books, grudgingly forking out the overdue fine that she invariably incurs. Having just finished watching the ten part Scandinavian series The Bridge, I knew She’s Never Coming Back was a must read for this house that has Nesbo, Larrson and Menkel stocking the bookshelves and where The Killing is regarded as the best television crime series ever.

It is a novel that relies on violence but not in the all consuming manner that Cormac McCarthy uses it in Blood Meridian. There it was the story; here it is integral to the story without eating up the narrative. The psychiatrist angle invites some comparison with David Lindsey's great psychological thriller, Mercy. This is fast reading. Although almost 400 pages in length, it could be read in one sitting. It doesn’t let up, never gets tedious, and refuses to get bogged down in a density of detail. The reader is most definitely coming back.

Hans Koppel: She’s Never Coming Back. London: Sphere. ISBN 978-07515-4782-5

She’s Never Coming Back

Anthony McIntyreFor those who love Scandinavian crime fiction this Hans Koppel thriller is one that will keep the pages turning.  


While lacking the depth and complex character building of Stieg Larsson, along with the intricacy of the plot, it does nothing to detract from the suspense and the need to rush to the end. The blurb describes it as ‘the story that has obsessed readers across Scandinavia for the past year.’ Despite the simplicity of the narrative it is not too taxing to guess why.

It is a straightforward story and unlike Larsson’s Millennium Trilogy does not start out as a slow burner, preferring to tap into high octane from the get go. A young mother waiting for a bus never makes it home. She gets into a car but her family is hardly going to know that. After some jealousy ridden angst the husband reports it to the police. They tell him it happens in Sweden all the time sans crime being committed. Essentially indolent desk bound creatures they fail to look beyond the end of their suspicious noses which sniff out not the best but the easiest suspect, the husband. The body can’t be found so no murder rap can be pinned on him. Smug in their belief that the husband was their man, they allowed the case to go as cold as the body they presumed to have been buried in some secret and for now inaccessible grave. Move along, nothing to be done here. The perp won’t fess up and without a corpse the lead goes only to a dead end. Better to wait than to investigate. There is a motive which the reader is allowed to share in but to which the cops remain oblivious.

Many different lives are viewed through this work. The ennui of their normal daily routines is no protection against the drama they all factor into. The psychiatrist, the schoolyard bullies known as the Gang of Four, incompetent cops, faithless wives, mega rich business men, grieving husbands, sexual sadists, small town reporters. The plot comes together much too neatly at the end but that is the licence that comes with fiction. It barely impacts on the climatic denouement.

I picked this book up in the library, having spotted it there purely by chance while leaving back my daughter’s books, grudgingly forking out the overdue fine that she invariably incurs. Having just finished watching the ten part Scandinavian series The Bridge, I knew She’s Never Coming Back was a must read for this house that has Nesbo, Larrson and Menkel stocking the bookshelves and where The Killing is regarded as the best television crime series ever.

It is a novel that relies on violence but not in the all consuming manner that Cormac McCarthy uses it in Blood Meridian. There it was the story; here it is integral to the story without eating up the narrative. The psychiatrist angle invites some comparison with David Lindsey's great psychological thriller, Mercy. This is fast reading. Although almost 400 pages in length, it could be read in one sitting. It doesn’t let up, never gets tedious, and refuses to get bogged down in a density of detail. The reader is most definitely coming back.

Hans Koppel: She’s Never Coming Back. London: Sphere. ISBN 978-07515-4782-5

6 comments:

  1. Anthony.

    I'm sure you enjoyed that book.

    This little snippet made me think.

    "Essentially indolent desk bound creatures they fail to look beyond the end of their suspicious noses which sniff out not the best but the easiest suspect".

    Could have been writing about the RUC/PSNI with regard to another missing Woman, off whom they never even bothered to investigate Until the Belfast Project was known to them.

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  2. Itsjustmacker,

    that's one way of looking at it. It is a good read. No thinking involved! just quick from first page to the last

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  3. AM-

    Loved the Stieg Larsson trilogy and the fims that came from the books although a few people who never read the books said that the film plot was hard for them to follow- I will keep my eye out for Hans Koppel in the libary or in tescos where you can get books on the cheap- I am on the second book in the Hunger games trilogy-[ catching Fire ] i enjoyed the japanese films of Battle Royale and maybe the Hunger games are based on this but they are still a good read-

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  4. Michaelhenry,

    you should read this one. Got the first Hunger Games for my daughter. Am currently reading a book on the Stewart/Howells killings. A lot of religious madness involved in that fateful encounter

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  5. AM-

    Will do-

    " A lot of religious madness "

    Hope McGirr does not read that or he will go mad-

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  6. Michaelhenry,

    My daughter read the Hunger Games series but I never did. Currently watching Borgen which is another great Scandinavian endeavour. Political thriller. But, yes, Koppel is well worth a read. Have you tried Jo Nesbo yet? Most of his books are here but I have not started any. Watched the film Headhunters based on one of his books.

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