Reading the first few chapters in Steig Larsson’s The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo was an exercise in patience. The prologue about an octogenarian receiving a strange gift from an anonymous person, every year on his birthday, was a good tease. I liked it. But, Mikael Blomkvist’s conversation with his friend, about the ‘miscreant’, and the tycoon Hans-Erik Wennerström, was like listening to economists, who had no mercy for their audience. During those chapters, I looked like:
And, my patience was rewarded, when I met Dragan Armansky, the proprietor of Milton Security, and his unconventional employee Lisbeth Salander. I loved that sassy girl. I loved her striped socks, short haircut, and black lipstick. Above all, I loved her I-don’t-give-a-fuck-about-you-and-you-don’t-give-a-fuck-about-me attitude. She made me curious, and I started to flip pages because she erased my painful memories of the soporific conversation on economics, and corrupted business men. 😉 I was like:
All was going well. Then, the octogenarian Henrik Vanger arrived, hiring Blomkvist to solve the mystery of the century. What happened to his niece Harriet Vanger? Was she abducted, and murdered? Did she run away of her own accord? Blomkvist should try to find out some answers for Vanger, who wouldn’t go to his grave peacefully otherwise. Vanger’s family tree seemed daunting to me. So, I made no effort to remember all of their names, besides a few repeated ones.
Vanger’s Hedestad seemed like a lovely place. Blomkvist’s sexual adventures in the island surprised me a wee bit, only because I thought he was incurably in love with Erika Berger, the owner of his magazine. Aside the Vangers, he befriended a cat. I was like:
Nothing interesting happened in Blomkvist’s life, besides the fact that Vanger released him from a few tight spots. But, Salander was going through violent, disgusting times. Although I loved how she managed to gather her life again, her predicament made me uncomfortable. And, that’s how Chapter 14 ended.
Am I liking the book so far? I am not really liking. But, it’s gripping. So, I want to try.
Do I like the prose? No. Sorry. It’s deplorably prosaic.
Do I like the characters? I like Salander. I like Vanger to a certain degree.
The plot? It looks watertight so far. But, for all we know, I might have missed some obvious clues. Because my brain was tired of reading history, and statistics that seemed impertinent.
Regardless of my opinions, I am looking forward to finishing the book. Because, I want to know what happened to Harriet, who is Salander, and what made Salander Salander.
Perhaps, the next post will be my final blog on the book.
Bina, how are you faring? 🙂