Maybe I just like the same kind of ironic deadpan humour as this Swedish writer but Woman with Birthmark has had me laughing out loud.
I wonder if all of Hakan's readers see the really funny side of his books or am I in a minority after all this is a serious novel is about a serial killer.
"OK," said Rheinhart eventually. "There's just one thing I want to know. Who the hell did it?"
"A madman ," said Rooth. "somebody who wanted to test his Berenger and noticed the lights were on in the house."
Later Van Veeteren has PC Klaarentoft, the force's most skilled photographer, taking photographs at the first victim's funeral on the theory that the murderer might be present.
Another kind of perversion, of course, and Klaarentoft had evidently not seen the film. He traipsed around between the graves, snapping away to his heart's content, totally ignoring Van Veeteren's instruction to be as unobtrusive as possible.
The fact that he managed to take no less than twelve pictures of the clergyman conducting the ceremony suggested he might not have grasped the point of his contribution.