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  1. Jim Fonseca Jim Fonseca says:

    We get right into it with the first sentence “He knew at once it was a human bone, when he took it from the baby who was sitting on the floor chewing it.”

    A skeleton is uncovered at a construction site for a new housing development outside of Reykjavik. The excavation of the skeleton is turned over to a crew from the university: a professor and some anthropology students. This takes weeks. Initially we don’t even know if it is a male or female skeleton but we do know it’s been in the ground for 50 or 60 years.

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    Fortunately Iceland has a low murder rate and three detectives with time on their hands so they immediately start investigating all disappearances 50 years ago in that area. They come up with four people ranging from an Icelandic man who worked at the American Air Force base during WW II to a female who may or may not have thrown herself over a cliff during a love affair.

    We learn a bit about the private lives of the three detectives, most notably an older man who has a drug-addicted daughter, and we follow his travails with her. One of the detectives is female so we have the usual gender tension between her and the older man.

    A major focus of the story goes back fifty years to the daily life of the man working at the air base. He has a wife and two boys and the story to some extent becomes a catalog of the physical, verbal and psychological abuse he inflicts on his wife and boys. You have to have a strong stomach for some of it.

    And near the end a surprise: (view spoiler)[ there are two skeletons in the grave. (hide spoiler)]


  2. Ahmad Sharabiani Ahmad Sharabiani says:

    Silence of the Grave (Inspector Erlendur #4), Arnaldur Indriðason

    Inspector Erlendur returns in this gripping Icelandic thriller When a skeleton is discovered half-buried in a construction site outside of Reykjavík, Inspector Erlendur finds himself knee-deep in both a crime scene and an archeological dig.

    Bone by bone, the body is unearthed, and the brutalizing history of a family who lived near the building site comes to light along with it.

    Was the skeleton a man or a woman, a victim or a killer, and is this a simple case of murder or a long-concealed act of justice?

    As Erlendur tries to crack this cold case, he must also save his drug-addicted daughter from self destruction and somehow glue his hopelessly fractured family back together.

    تاریخ نخستین خوانش: روز بیست و دوم ماه سپتامبر سال 2019 میلادی

    عنوان: سکوت قبر: کاوشگری‌های کارآگاه ارلندور؛ نویسنده: آرنالدور ایندیرداسون؛ ‏‫مترجم زهرا زارعی؛ ویراستار رویا کیانی؛ تهران نشر قطره‏‫، ‏‫سال 1397؛ در 297ص؛ شابک 9786001199950؛ موضوع: داستانهای نویسندگان ایسلندی - سده 21م

    عنوان: سکوت قبرستان؛ نویسنده: آرنالدور ایندیرداسون ؛ برگردان: سارا یوسفی؛ ویراستار فرناز شهیدثالث؛ تهران آوند دانش، ‏‫1398؛ در 388ص؛ شابک 9786008668701؛

    آرنالدور ایندیرداسون (متولد 1961میلادی)، نویسنده مشهور ایسلندی، بیش‌تر به خاطر رمان‌های جنایی‌ خویش نامدار هستند؛ رمان «سکوت قبر» در سال 2005میلادی، به عنوان بهترین رمان جنایی سال، برنده جایزه انجمن نویسندگان جنایی انگلستان شده است

    کشف تعدادی استخوان انسان که در محلی دفن شده‌ اند، پای پلیس را به ماجرا باز می‌کند، و کارآگاه ارلندور، قهرمان مشهور رمان‌های ایندیرداسون، مسئول رازگشایی از ماجرا می‌شود؛ استخوان‌ها تک به تک بیرون کشیده و بررسی می‌شوند، و تاریخچه خانواده‌ ای که نزدیک محل کشف استخوان‌ها زندگی می‌کرده است، در مرکز توجه قرار می‌گیرد؛ کارآگاه «ارلندور» در حین کشف رازهای این جنایت، باید با مشکلی که برای دخترش هم پیش آمده، دست و پنجه نرم کند؛ «سکوت قبر» رمانی است نفس‌گیر، پرکشش و جذاب درباره جنایتی ناشی از خشونت، جنون و سادیسم که سال‌ها پیش رخ داده است

    نقل نمونه متن: («توتی»، مرد غریبه، و مادرش، و گله ی پشت سرش را، به سمت زیرسازیها برد، و به جاییکه شیء سفید و عجیب و غریب را پیدا کرده بود اشاره کرد، شیئی که آنقدر سبک و صاف بود، که تصمیم گرفته بود توی جیبش بگذارد، و نگهش دارد؛ پسر محل دقیق را یادش آمد، دوید سمت ساختمان، و مستقیم به جایی رفت، که شیء افتاده بود؛ مادرش تذکر داد خیلی نزدیک نشود، و با کمک مرد جوان، خودش را به آنجا رساند؛ «توتی» استخوان را از مادرش گرفت و گذاشتش توی خاک؛ گفت: «اینجوری افتاده بود.»؛ هنوز هم تصور میکرد استخوان یکجور سنگ جالب است؛ بعد از ظهر جمعه بود و هیچکس سر ساختمان کار نمیکرد؛ در دو طرف محل اتوماسیون گذاشته بودند و برای بتن ریزی آماده بود، اما زمین بی حفاظ بود، و هنوز هیچ دیواری دور و برش نبود؛ مرد جوان رفت سمت تلی که پسر شیء را پیدا کرده بود، و مکان را بررسی کرد؛ با انگشت خاک را خراشید و از دیدن استخوان دستی مدفون زیر خاک وحشت کرد. مادر پسر، مرد جوان را نگاه کرد، که به تل خیره شده بود، و نگاهش را دنبال کرد، تا خودش هم استخوان را دید؛ نزدیکتر که میرفت، با خودش گفت شاید بتواند استخوان فک و یکی دو تا دندان بیرون بیاورد. از جا پرید، رو کرد به مرد جوان و بعد به دخترش و به طور غریزی شروع کرد به پاک کردن دهان دختر؛ به زحمت فهمید چه اتفاقی افتاده، تا وقتیکه دردی در شقیقه اش حس کرد. مرد بیهوا با مشت به سرش کوبیده بود، آن قدر سریع که حتی متوجه نشده بود؛ یا شاید هم باور نداشت مرد اینکار را کرده باشد؛ این اولین مشت بود، و سالهای بعد از آن نمیدانست اگر درجا وِلش کرده بود، و رفته بود زندگی اش متفاوت میشد یا نه؛ البته اگر مرد این اجازه را به او میداد؛ با حیرت به مرد نگاه کرد، از مشت زدنش در حیرت بود؛ هیچکس هیچوقت اینجوری نزده بودش؛ سه ماه از عروسیشان میگذشت؛ دستش را روی شقیقه اش گذاشته بود و گفت: «تو به من مشت زدی؟» مرد زیر لب غرید؛ «فکر کردی ندیدم چه جوری نگاهش میکردی؟»)؛ پایان نقل

    تاریخ بهنگام رسانی 26/03/1399هجری خورشیدی؛ ا. شربیانی


  3. Ema Ema says:

    When I was a teenager, I was a big fan of detective novels, to the effect that I was contemplating the possibility of joining the Police force. I was even conducting my own investigations. When I was around 14, I liked a boy from church who was older than me. I found out his name, where he lived, that he had a sister and other information. I even followed him once. Then, one Sunday after the sermon, I approached him and blurted out everything I had found out about him. I remember I was awfully dressed, with a pair of woolen stockings that wrinkled around my knees. Maybe it was the first time I became aware of my clothes. To my surprise, the boy - Octavian, I remember his name even now - was not shocked by my boldness, instead he was very kind and asked what my name was. Nothing romantic came out of that encounter, but we remained friends.
    That's the way I was and I don't think I've changed too much over the years. I still like to fit pieces together, make connections and understand things. But one thing I stopped doing was following boys.

    That's not a proper review for this book, I know. The point is that I used to love detective novels in my youth. I haven't revisited the genre for quite a long time, but now I'm set upon finding some good such literature that could entertain me when I'm tired or stressed out. I want to get back that wonderful feeling when I was engrossed in a captivating investigation, red in the face with too much tension, oblivious to everything around me, even pretending to be sick so that I could skip school, stay home and read. Well, I'm aware that I might not get that feeling back, as I'm grown up now. But still, there is hope.

    Arnaldur Indriðason's novels are moderately good, the cases are puzzling and the investigation procedures keep me interested. I also prick my ears at every mention of Iceland and its people, because I have a genuine interest in this country. Indriðason's novels are not what I'm looking for, though, because there is no great tension, no shocking conclusion and - what bothers me the most - there are other layers to the story that I'm not really interested in, mainly the insights into the detectives' personal life. Honestly, they are boring. Still, these parts are way better than what I've found in Camilla Läckberg's , which was a kind of soap opera. If you have some expectations from literature, please stay away from Camilla Läckberg!

    The two stars reflect my interest in only 1/3 of the novel, which dealt with the investigative part. One third was about events that happened long ago - a depressing account of an Icelandic family who had to put up with physical and mental abuse from a monster of a husband and father. This part was heart-wrenching and I couldn't bear it in its entirety, so I mostly read between the lines. The remaining 1/3 of the novel was about the detectives' personal lives, which I found rather boring, so I mostly subjected them to quick-reading techniques. The layers were interspersed, which made the actual plot thin and diluted.

    My request to you, the ones who read detective novels, is to recommend me good books that mainly deal with cases, investigations and with a plot that truly builds tension. I want to get that feeling back and I'm really getting frustrated that I can't! Or maybe I should learn to get over it...


  4. Nancy Oakes Nancy Oakes says:

    Don't pick this one up if you want something warm and fuzzy -- it's definitely the opposite. But then again, it's gloominess somehow seems a propos, considering not only the main story here, but the ongoing story of Erlandur Sveinsson, the main character here. He's not a happy man, nor does he have any reason to be -- his children hate him, his ex-wife lies about him and he's got ghosts from his past that continually haunt him. But as a detective, he's got to let all of that go so that he can do his job.

    As the story opens, a baby is discovered playing with a piece of a human rib bone. The baby's mother makes her other child take her to where he found the bone, and an entire skeleton is discovered. The police are called in, and they have no choice but to wait until the archaeologists slowly and carefully work through the excavation to be able to even determine the sex of the bones. All that's known is that the skeleton is probably quite old, rather than recent, anywhere from 50 to 70 years old. While they wait for the archaeologists, Erelendur and his team begin trying to figure out just who may have lived around the area in the past, and to see if anyone may have gone missing around the time whoever it is laying in the ground was put in there. As the police begin their investigations, they become aware that a young woman went missing, presumed a suicide, and that the man to whom she was engaged was the owner of the property years ago, when the area was shared with a military base during WWII. Interwoven with this story is another
    about a family of former residents of the area, a woman and her children who find themselves victims of the husband/father, a wife beater who not only uses physical violence, but kills the soul as he metes out his abuse. Between the two storylines, you'll find yourself literally unable to put the book down. That, along with Erlendur's personal problems and the ghosts of his past coming back to haunt him, make for one incredible read.


    If you've read Jar City, you've got to read this one. The author's characterization is realistic, the story is moving and the writing is excellent. Highly recommended to those who enjoy good mysteries in general, or to those who are looking for at good Scandinavian mystery writer.

    Most excellent.


  5. Rachel Hall Rachel Hall says:

    The routinely glum Reykavík based Inspector Erlendur Sveinsson is a man for whom the past weighs heavy on her shoulders, from the childhood loss of his brother in a blizzard to his complicated relationships with the children he walked out on decades earlier. Introspective at the best of times, the discovery of a human skeleton on the Grafarholt hill that has been revealed by the building work on the fringes of an ever expanding Reykavík takes him on a quest to piece together the identity of the skeleton and discover how they died. For Erlendur with a legacy of guilt arising from his brothers death his immediate first thought is that this is a typical Icelandic missing persons case of succumbing to the inhospitable landscape. But what he finds buried in a shallow grave that was once open hills is a far more complicated matter and tells a sweeping tale of both the history of Reykjavík, its citizens and the secrets that have gone to the grave. Set alongside the investigation is the urgent cry for help from Erlendur’s drug addicted and pregnant daughter, Eva Lind, and his ensuing vigil at her bedside which leads the detective to face some of his own mistakes of the past. As Eva Lind miscarries and lies in a coma, the harrowing story that is revealed seems fitting as Erlendur awaits a chance to address his own familial woes.

    In a novel which begins with a painstaking excavation of a skeleton that has lain buried for what appears to be some fifty to seventy years it is the pedantic museum archaeologist, Skarphédinn, and his urge for patience that sets the pace for a novel of minimal action with a negligible police procedural element. Readers hoping for a rapid identification of the bones may be disappointed, however Indriðason does something far superior and uses this gradual unearthing to weave a compelling story of the past and a touching exploration of some very poignant stories which lie buried. Given the paucity of leads forthcoming from the haphazard record keeping over the years at time of both a housing shortage, the rapid expansion of the outskirts of Reykjavík and the wartime stationing of first British and then an American army barracks the investigation proves a frustrating experience for the police. As Erlendur revisits a time when the landscape was formerly made up of chalets he manages to track down both the remaining survivors and the descendants of those who once lived there. Intrigued by the redcurrant bushes planted alongside the shallow grave and their significance Erlendur uncovers two tragic stories, one of the owner of a chalet and the suspected suicide of his fiancée which left him heartbroken and a second in the story of a family of five who later occupied this chalet and the military bases part in their story. In a parallel narrative a shocking story of a mother and her three children’s lives at the hands of a sadistic and tyrannical husband whose verbal and physical abuse crushes her self-respect and causes her to retreat from life unfolds. As Indriðason spins a bewitching tale of past atrocities that both captivates and simultaneously horrifies a meticulous Erlendur peels back the layers to reveal a story that begun in the time of World War II.

    In an fascinating mystery and a profound emotional journey Silence of the Grave is an absorbing search for answers with a multi-layered narrative that slowly unites past and present. Between the two historic threads and the powerful story of a monstrous brute of a husband and father the resultant narrative suspense heightens to a stunning denouement in which not only the identity of the skeleton is revealed but also delivers answer to both historic puzzles.

    In the second novel to have been translated into English after Jar City, the focus on Erlendur’s own history and failed marriage provides an insight into his dissatisfaction with life and his tetchy disposition. Divorced for over twenty years from a poisonous ex-wife who has manipulated his children and turned them against him, it is understandable how his fractured relationships with his children has left a feeling of responsibility and guilt for Eva Lind’s demons.

    A powerful and absorbing story of the forgotten victims of unsolved crime and a detective reconciling himself with the ghosts of his past.


  6. Mohammed Malaky Mohammed Malaky says:

    The first time i read this gorgeous novel when I was at 16 i see myself in some pieces in this story. I was struggling to read fast so maybe I see conclusions that make world and especially my reality better. But i shocked at the end. It was ultimate nightmare Kafka!!. This novel make you give up the world line by line and become accomplice with your annihilation. Silence of the grave it is shortly best novel I have read in literature...
    Waring :Don't read it if you optimistic!!


  7. Cathleen Cathleen says:

    Erlendur Sveinsson must be the only person in Iceland who prefers the “heavy, dark” days of winter over the “bright,” “frivolous” days of summer. Then again, that’s not so surprising. His dour disposition would make Edinburgh’s Rebus, Oxford’s Morse, or Ystad’s Wallander look like the cheery court of a homecoming princess.

    He has reason to be depressed. Estranged from his grown children, hated by his ex-wife, and guilt-ridden for his real and imagined failures, Erlendur spends evenings by the bedside of his daughter’s hospital bed, doubtful if she’ll ever awaken from a drug-induced coma. He mulls over why he left his family, wondering if he should have or could have been more involved in his children’s lives and struggles to say anything to fill the empty space surrounding his daughter. His emotional frigidity matches the desolation of his world outside, echoing themes of isolation and despair. So when a skeleton surfaces at a housing development, it represents not only a crime, but Erlendur’s biggest fears and regrets as a father, son, and brother.

    Silence of the Grave is structured with parallel plot lines: the police investigation Erlendur heads and the story of a woman and her abusive husband living on the outskirts of Reykjavik during WWII. Her story is brutal, and it’s difficult to get through scenes showing the husband’s emotional and physical battering of his wife and children. Much of the novel unearths family silences and secrets, and the subsequent police investigation uncovers how much abuse of that time remained as invisible as the deeply buried skeleton.

    For those who enjoy mysteries and crime fiction, this novel doesn’t have the switchbacks, and the twists & turns that make crime fiction a page-turning addiction. What does make it engrossing are the fully realized characters, both major and minor, and their responses to a half-century old murder, family taboos, and questions about what gives life meaning.

    (Library book)


  8. Jean Jean says:

    Silence of the Grave, the fourth installment of Arnaldur Indriðason’s Inspector Erlendur series, is sneaky good. Rather than hitting you over the head with a sudden, grisly murder and in-depth character studies, the story unfolds so slowly that you might wonder if there really was a crime at all.

    It begins when a medical student spots a toddler gnawing on what appears to be an old bone while he waits for his younger brother at a child’s birthday party. This leads to Inspector Erlendur and his team being called in to investigate. The scene turns out to be an archeological dig of sorts; although it is not ancient, it probably dates back to World War II. Despite the fact that the unknown skeleton has been interred for decades, Erlendur is impatient to learn the identity of the deceased, but the forensic team will not be rushed.

    As the recovery effort inches ahead and the police investigation ensue, Erlendur notices redcurrant bushes. Who planted them, Erlendur wonders. Who lived here? Later, he learns that there was a chalet. Eventually, he has a name, information to follow, some of it leading nowhere. Whose body is buried in the wall? Is it male or female?

    The author gives us ideas as he shows us who lived in that run-down building. A family of five. A mother, husband, two boys and a girl. All are magnificently developed over the course of the book. I must caution readers: There is domestic abuse here, physical, emotional, and psychological abuse that recurs throughout the book. It cannot be skimmed, in my opinion, unless one totally skips these chapters, and to do so is to miss the much of the essence of the story.

    Would it be possible to continue this series without reading Silence of the Grave? Since I have not yet read the next book, I cannot presume to answer that question. However, knowing what Arnaldur Indriðason reveals about Erlendur during the course of this book as he sits with his gravely ill daughter Eva Lind, I would say that it is an important book to read because of what we learn about Erlendur. We see him being more introspective than at any time in previous books. More honest. Perhaps, even though he doesn’t wear his feelings on his sleeve, more emotional.

    We also get to know his partners, ElÍnborg and Sigurdur Óli, better. Now, this doesn’t come easily in the first chapter or two. It takes patience to get to know these characters because that’s the way Indriðason writes. Slow and steady wins the race. Imagine my surprise when I got to the end and found that I really enjoyed this book. When all is said and done, there is a lot more to it than would appear after the first, oh, one-third of the book. If you expect and need a fast-paced, action-packed thriller, then this book, this series, is not for you. But if you enjoy a skillfully drawn tale that takes you to another time and place, then you quite possibly could love this book.

    4 stars


  9. Sue Sue says:

    Excellent follow-up to Jar City. Earlier themes and character development continue to advance while a new cold case, involving bones found in a hillside, provides an interesting mystery. This time Erlendur is more open to the reader. There is now a background to his sadness and his behavior.


    Maybe I should have done that long ago, to come to terms
    with the life that was saved and give it a purpose. But that
    didn't happen...We all have our burdens. Maybe I don't suffer
    any more than anyone else who has lost a loved one, but I
    can't deal with it at all.
    Something switched off in me... (loc 3622)


    As for the mystery itself, it involves both flashback and present day in a clever way and themes that are ageless.

    I will very definitely read more of Indridason's books in the future. I'll seek them out.
    Highly recommended.


  10. Judy Judy says:

    Crime fiction doesn't get much less cosy than this. I'd been nervous about trying Nordic noir, thinking it would be too depressing - but, although this book is just as bleak and dark as I expected, I found it a compelling read.

    The story begins as a buried skeleton is discovered on a building site. As archaeologists slowly dig it up, but it becomes apparent that the bones are the remains of a crime committed during the Second World War. Even though it is likely that the perpetrator is long dead, Inspector Erlendur and his team search for the truth about what happens.

    The novel switches between the present-day investigation and the events of decades ago which led to the tragedy, focusing on a horrific tale of domestic abuse. There is also plenty of suffering in the novel's present day, as Erlendur is forced to confront his long-lost daughter's drug addiction. At times the misery could become overwhelming, but Indriðason writes concisely and says just as much as is needed, without wallowing in violence.

    All in all, I couldn't exactly say that I enjoyed this novel, but I found it powerful and I'm sure I will remember it. I may read more in the series in the future.


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Grafarþögn ❮Read❯ ➮ Grafarþögn Author Arnaldur Indriðason – Capitalsoftworks.co.uk Inspector Erlendur returns in this gripping Icelandic thriller When a skeleton is discovered halfburied in a construction site outside of Reykjavík, Inspector Erlendur finds himself kneedeep in both Inspector Erlendur returns in this gripping Icelandic thriller When a skeleton is discovered halfburied in a construction site outside of Reykjavík, Inspector Erlendur finds himself kneedeep in both a crime scene and an archeological dig Bone by bone, the body is unearthed, and the brutalizing history of a family who lived near the building site comes to light along with it Was the skeleton a man or a woman, a victim or a killer, and is this a simple case of murder or a longconcealed act of justice? As Erlendur tries to crack this cold case, he must also save his drugaddicted daughter from self destruction and somehow glue his hopelessly fractured family back together.

    Grafarþögn PDF/EPUB Þ Hardcover and is this a simple case of murder or a longconcealed act of justice? As Erlendur tries to crack this cold case, he must also save his drugaddicted daughter from self destruction and somehow glue his hopelessly fractured family back together."/>
  • Hardcover
  • 280 pages
  • Grafarþögn
  • Arnaldur Indriðason
  • English
  • 12 October 2018
  • 9780312340711

About the Author: Arnaldur Indriðason

Arnaldur Indriðason has the rare distinction of having won the Nordic Crime Novel Prize two years running He is also the winner of the highly respected and world famous CWA Gold Dagger Award for the top crime novel of the year in the English language, Silence of the Grave Arnaldur’s novels have sold over million copies worldwide, in languages, and have won numerous well respected prizes an.


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  1. Jim Fonseca Jim Fonseca says:

    We get right into it with the first sentence “He knew at once it was a human bone, when he took it from the baby who was sitting on the floor chewing it.”

    A skeleton is uncovered at a construction site for a new housing development outside of Reykjavik. The excavation of the skeleton is turned over to a crew from the university: a professor and some anthropology students. This takes weeks. Initially we don’t even know if it is a male or female skeleton but we do know it’s been in the ground for 50 or 60 years.

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    Fortunately Iceland has a low murder rate and three detectives with time on their hands so they immediately start investigating all disappearances 50 years ago in that area. They come up with four people ranging from an Icelandic man who worked at the American Air Force base during WW II to a female who may or may not have thrown herself over a cliff during a love affair.

    We learn a bit about the private lives of the three detectives, most notably an older man who has a drug-addicted daughter, and we follow his travails with her. One of the detectives is female so we have the usual gender tension between her and the older man.

    A major focus of the story goes back fifty years to the daily life of the man working at the air base. He has a wife and two boys and the story to some extent becomes a catalog of the physical, verbal and psychological abuse he inflicts on his wife and boys. You have to have a strong stomach for some of it.

    And near the end a surprise: (view spoiler)[ there are two skeletons in the grave. (hide spoiler)]

  2. Ahmad Sharabiani Ahmad Sharabiani says:

    Silence of the Grave (Inspector Erlendur #4), Arnaldur Indriðason

    Inspector Erlendur returns in this gripping Icelandic thriller When a skeleton is discovered half-buried in a construction site outside of Reykjavík, Inspector Erlendur finds himself knee-deep in both a crime scene and an archeological dig.

    Bone by bone, the body is unearthed, and the brutalizing history of a family who lived near the building site comes to light along with it.

    Was the skeleton a man or a woman, a victim or a killer, and is this a simple case of murder or a long-concealed act of justice?

    As Erlendur tries to crack this cold case, he must also save his drug-addicted daughter from self destruction and somehow glue his hopelessly fractured family back together.

    تاریخ نخستین خوانش: روز بیست و دوم ماه سپتامبر سال 2019 میلادی

    عنوان: سکوت قبر: کاوشگری‌های کارآگاه ارلندور؛ نویسنده: آرنالدور ایندیرداسون؛ ‏‫مترجم زهرا زارعی؛ ویراستار رویا کیانی؛ تهران نشر قطره‏‫، ‏‫سال 1397؛ در 297ص؛ شابک 9786001199950؛ موضوع: داستانهای نویسندگان ایسلندی - سده 21م

    عنوان: سکوت قبرستان؛ نویسنده: آرنالدور ایندیرداسون ؛ برگردان: سارا یوسفی؛ ویراستار فرناز شهیدثالث؛ تهران آوند دانش، ‏‫1398؛ در 388ص؛ شابک 9786008668701؛

    آرنالدور ایندیرداسون (متولد 1961میلادی)، نویسنده مشهور ایسلندی، بیش‌تر به خاطر رمان‌های جنایی‌ خویش نامدار هستند؛ رمان «سکوت قبر» در سال 2005میلادی، به عنوان بهترین رمان جنایی سال، برنده جایزه انجمن نویسندگان جنایی انگلستان شده است

    کشف تعدادی استخوان انسان که در محلی دفن شده‌ اند، پای پلیس را به ماجرا باز می‌کند، و کارآگاه ارلندور، قهرمان مشهور رمان‌های ایندیرداسون، مسئول رازگشایی از ماجرا می‌شود؛ استخوان‌ها تک به تک بیرون کشیده و بررسی می‌شوند، و تاریخچه خانواده‌ ای که نزدیک محل کشف استخوان‌ها زندگی می‌کرده است، در مرکز توجه قرار می‌گیرد؛ کارآگاه «ارلندور» در حین کشف رازهای این جنایت، باید با مشکلی که برای دخترش هم پیش آمده، دست و پنجه نرم کند؛ «سکوت قبر» رمانی است نفس‌گیر، پرکشش و جذاب درباره جنایتی ناشی از خشونت، جنون و سادیسم که سال‌ها پیش رخ داده است

    نقل نمونه متن: («توتی»، مرد غریبه، و مادرش، و گله ی پشت سرش را، به سمت زیرسازیها برد، و به جاییکه شیء سفید و عجیب و غریب را پیدا کرده بود اشاره کرد، شیئی که آنقدر سبک و صاف بود، که تصمیم گرفته بود توی جیبش بگذارد، و نگهش دارد؛ پسر محل دقیق را یادش آمد، دوید سمت ساختمان، و مستقیم به جایی رفت، که شیء افتاده بود؛ مادرش تذکر داد خیلی نزدیک نشود، و با کمک مرد جوان، خودش را به آنجا رساند؛ «توتی» استخوان را از مادرش گرفت و گذاشتش توی خاک؛ گفت: «اینجوری افتاده بود.»؛ هنوز هم تصور میکرد استخوان یکجور سنگ جالب است؛ بعد از ظهر جمعه بود و هیچکس سر ساختمان کار نمیکرد؛ در دو طرف محل اتوماسیون گذاشته بودند و برای بتن ریزی آماده بود، اما زمین بی حفاظ بود، و هنوز هیچ دیواری دور و برش نبود؛ مرد جوان رفت سمت تلی که پسر شیء را پیدا کرده بود، و مکان را بررسی کرد؛ با انگشت خاک را خراشید و از دیدن استخوان دستی مدفون زیر خاک وحشت کرد. مادر پسر، مرد جوان را نگاه کرد، که به تل خیره شده بود، و نگاهش را دنبال کرد، تا خودش هم استخوان را دید؛ نزدیکتر که میرفت، با خودش گفت شاید بتواند استخوان فک و یکی دو تا دندان بیرون بیاورد. از جا پرید، رو کرد به مرد جوان و بعد به دخترش و به طور غریزی شروع کرد به پاک کردن دهان دختر؛ به زحمت فهمید چه اتفاقی افتاده، تا وقتیکه دردی در شقیقه اش حس کرد. مرد بیهوا با مشت به سرش کوبیده بود، آن قدر سریع که حتی متوجه نشده بود؛ یا شاید هم باور نداشت مرد اینکار را کرده باشد؛ این اولین مشت بود، و سالهای بعد از آن نمیدانست اگر درجا وِلش کرده بود، و رفته بود زندگی اش متفاوت میشد یا نه؛ البته اگر مرد این اجازه را به او میداد؛ با حیرت به مرد نگاه کرد، از مشت زدنش در حیرت بود؛ هیچکس هیچوقت اینجوری نزده بودش؛ سه ماه از عروسیشان میگذشت؛ دستش را روی شقیقه اش گذاشته بود و گفت: «تو به من مشت زدی؟» مرد زیر لب غرید؛ «فکر کردی ندیدم چه جوری نگاهش میکردی؟»)؛ پایان نقل

    تاریخ بهنگام رسانی 26/03/1399هجری خورشیدی؛ ا. شربیانی

  3. Ema Ema says:

    When I was a teenager, I was a big fan of detective novels, to the effect that I was contemplating the possibility of joining the Police force. I was even conducting my own investigations. When I was around 14, I liked a boy from church who was older than me. I found out his name, where he lived, that he had a sister and other information. I even followed him once. Then, one Sunday after the sermon, I approached him and blurted out everything I had found out about him. I remember I was awfully dressed, with a pair of woolen stockings that wrinkled around my knees. Maybe it was the first time I became aware of my clothes. To my surprise, the boy - Octavian, I remember his name even now - was not shocked by my boldness, instead he was very kind and asked what my name was. Nothing romantic came out of that encounter, but we remained friends.
    That's the way I was and I don't think I've changed too much over the years. I still like to fit pieces together, make connections and understand things. But one thing I stopped doing was following boys.

    That's not a proper review for this book, I know. The point is that I used to love detective novels in my youth. I haven't revisited the genre for quite a long time, but now I'm set upon finding some good such literature that could entertain me when I'm tired or stressed out. I want to get back that wonderful feeling when I was engrossed in a captivating investigation, red in the face with too much tension, oblivious to everything around me, even pretending to be sick so that I could skip school, stay home and read. Well, I'm aware that I might not get that feeling back, as I'm grown up now. But still, there is hope.

    Arnaldur Indriðason's novels are moderately good, the cases are puzzling and the investigation procedures keep me interested. I also prick my ears at every mention of Iceland and its people, because I have a genuine interest in this country. Indriðason's novels are not what I'm looking for, though, because there is no great tension, no shocking conclusion and - what bothers me the most - there are other layers to the story that I'm not really interested in, mainly the insights into the detectives' personal life. Honestly, they are boring. Still, these parts are way better than what I've found in Camilla Läckberg's , which was a kind of soap opera. If you have some expectations from literature, please stay away from Camilla Läckberg!

    The two stars reflect my interest in only 1/3 of the novel, which dealt with the investigative part. One third was about events that happened long ago - a depressing account of an Icelandic family who had to put up with physical and mental abuse from a monster of a husband and father. This part was heart-wrenching and I couldn't bear it in its entirety, so I mostly read between the lines. The remaining 1/3 of the novel was about the detectives' personal lives, which I found rather boring, so I mostly subjected them to quick-reading techniques. The layers were interspersed, which made the actual plot thin and diluted.

    My request to you, the ones who read detective novels, is to recommend me good books that mainly deal with cases, investigations and with a plot that truly builds tension. I want to get that feeling back and I'm really getting frustrated that I can't! Or maybe I should learn to get over it...

  4. Nancy Oakes Nancy Oakes says:

    Don't pick this one up if you want something warm and fuzzy -- it's definitely the opposite. But then again, it's gloominess somehow seems a propos, considering not only the main story here, but the ongoing story of Erlandur Sveinsson, the main character here. He's not a happy man, nor does he have any reason to be -- his children hate him, his ex-wife lies about him and he's got ghosts from his past that continually haunt him. But as a detective, he's got to let all of that go so that he can do his job.

    As the story opens, a baby is discovered playing with a piece of a human rib bone. The baby's mother makes her other child take her to where he found the bone, and an entire skeleton is discovered. The police are called in, and they have no choice but to wait until the archaeologists slowly and carefully work through the excavation to be able to even determine the sex of the bones. All that's known is that the skeleton is probably quite old, rather than recent, anywhere from 50 to 70 years old. While they wait for the archaeologists, Erelendur and his team begin trying to figure out just who may have lived around the area in the past, and to see if anyone may have gone missing around the time whoever it is laying in the ground was put in there. As the police begin their investigations, they become aware that a young woman went missing, presumed a suicide, and that the man to whom she was engaged was the owner of the property years ago, when the area was shared with a military base during WWII. Interwoven with this story is another
    about a family of former residents of the area, a woman and her children who find themselves victims of the husband/father, a wife beater who not only uses physical violence, but kills the soul as he metes out his abuse. Between the two storylines, you'll find yourself literally unable to put the book down. That, along with Erlendur's personal problems and the ghosts of his past coming back to haunt him, make for one incredible read.


    If you've read Jar City, you've got to read this one. The author's characterization is realistic, the story is moving and the writing is excellent. Highly recommended to those who enjoy good mysteries in general, or to those who are looking for at good Scandinavian mystery writer.

    Most excellent.

  5. Rachel Hall Rachel Hall says:

    The routinely glum Reykavík based Inspector Erlendur Sveinsson is a man for whom the past weighs heavy on her shoulders, from the childhood loss of his brother in a blizzard to his complicated relationships with the children he walked out on decades earlier. Introspective at the best of times, the discovery of a human skeleton on the Grafarholt hill that has been revealed by the building work on the fringes of an ever expanding Reykavík takes him on a quest to piece together the identity of the skeleton and discover how they died. For Erlendur with a legacy of guilt arising from his brothers death his immediate first thought is that this is a typical Icelandic missing persons case of succumbing to the inhospitable landscape. But what he finds buried in a shallow grave that was once open hills is a far more complicated matter and tells a sweeping tale of both the history of Reykjavík, its citizens and the secrets that have gone to the grave. Set alongside the investigation is the urgent cry for help from Erlendur’s drug addicted and pregnant daughter, Eva Lind, and his ensuing vigil at her bedside which leads the detective to face some of his own mistakes of the past. As Eva Lind miscarries and lies in a coma, the harrowing story that is revealed seems fitting as Erlendur awaits a chance to address his own familial woes.

    In a novel which begins with a painstaking excavation of a skeleton that has lain buried for what appears to be some fifty to seventy years it is the pedantic museum archaeologist, Skarphédinn, and his urge for patience that sets the pace for a novel of minimal action with a negligible police procedural element. Readers hoping for a rapid identification of the bones may be disappointed, however Indriðason does something far superior and uses this gradual unearthing to weave a compelling story of the past and a touching exploration of some very poignant stories which lie buried. Given the paucity of leads forthcoming from the haphazard record keeping over the years at time of both a housing shortage, the rapid expansion of the outskirts of Reykjavík and the wartime stationing of first British and then an American army barracks the investigation proves a frustrating experience for the police. As Erlendur revisits a time when the landscape was formerly made up of chalets he manages to track down both the remaining survivors and the descendants of those who once lived there. Intrigued by the redcurrant bushes planted alongside the shallow grave and their significance Erlendur uncovers two tragic stories, one of the owner of a chalet and the suspected suicide of his fiancée which left him heartbroken and a second in the story of a family of five who later occupied this chalet and the military bases part in their story. In a parallel narrative a shocking story of a mother and her three children’s lives at the hands of a sadistic and tyrannical husband whose verbal and physical abuse crushes her self-respect and causes her to retreat from life unfolds. As Indriðason spins a bewitching tale of past atrocities that both captivates and simultaneously horrifies a meticulous Erlendur peels back the layers to reveal a story that begun in the time of World War II.

    In an fascinating mystery and a profound emotional journey Silence of the Grave is an absorbing search for answers with a multi-layered narrative that slowly unites past and present. Between the two historic threads and the powerful story of a monstrous brute of a husband and father the resultant narrative suspense heightens to a stunning denouement in which not only the identity of the skeleton is revealed but also delivers answer to both historic puzzles.

    In the second novel to have been translated into English after Jar City, the focus on Erlendur’s own history and failed marriage provides an insight into his dissatisfaction with life and his tetchy disposition. Divorced for over twenty years from a poisonous ex-wife who has manipulated his children and turned them against him, it is understandable how his fractured relationships with his children has left a feeling of responsibility and guilt for Eva Lind’s demons.

    A powerful and absorbing story of the forgotten victims of unsolved crime and a detective reconciling himself with the ghosts of his past.

  6. Mohammed Malaky Mohammed Malaky says:

    The first time i read this gorgeous novel when I was at 16 i see myself in some pieces in this story. I was struggling to read fast so maybe I see conclusions that make world and especially my reality better. But i shocked at the end. It was ultimate nightmare Kafka!!. This novel make you give up the world line by line and become accomplice with your annihilation. Silence of the grave it is shortly best novel I have read in literature...
    Waring :Don't read it if you optimistic!!

  7. Cathleen Cathleen says:

    Erlendur Sveinsson must be the only person in Iceland who prefers the “heavy, dark” days of winter over the “bright,” “frivolous” days of summer. Then again, that’s not so surprising. His dour disposition would make Edinburgh’s Rebus, Oxford’s Morse, or Ystad’s Wallander look like the cheery court of a homecoming princess.

    He has reason to be depressed. Estranged from his grown children, hated by his ex-wife, and guilt-ridden for his real and imagined failures, Erlendur spends evenings by the bedside of his daughter’s hospital bed, doubtful if she’ll ever awaken from a drug-induced coma. He mulls over why he left his family, wondering if he should have or could have been more involved in his children’s lives and struggles to say anything to fill the empty space surrounding his daughter. His emotional frigidity matches the desolation of his world outside, echoing themes of isolation and despair. So when a skeleton surfaces at a housing development, it represents not only a crime, but Erlendur’s biggest fears and regrets as a father, son, and brother.

    Silence of the Grave is structured with parallel plot lines: the police investigation Erlendur heads and the story of a woman and her abusive husband living on the outskirts of Reykjavik during WWII. Her story is brutal, and it’s difficult to get through scenes showing the husband’s emotional and physical battering of his wife and children. Much of the novel unearths family silences and secrets, and the subsequent police investigation uncovers how much abuse of that time remained as invisible as the deeply buried skeleton.

    For those who enjoy mysteries and crime fiction, this novel doesn’t have the switchbacks, and the twists & turns that make crime fiction a page-turning addiction. What does make it engrossing are the fully realized characters, both major and minor, and their responses to a half-century old murder, family taboos, and questions about what gives life meaning.

    (Library book)

  8. Jean Jean says:

    Silence of the Grave, the fourth installment of Arnaldur Indriðason’s Inspector Erlendur series, is sneaky good. Rather than hitting you over the head with a sudden, grisly murder and in-depth character studies, the story unfolds so slowly that you might wonder if there really was a crime at all.

    It begins when a medical student spots a toddler gnawing on what appears to be an old bone while he waits for his younger brother at a child’s birthday party. This leads to Inspector Erlendur and his team being called in to investigate. The scene turns out to be an archeological dig of sorts; although it is not ancient, it probably dates back to World War II. Despite the fact that the unknown skeleton has been interred for decades, Erlendur is impatient to learn the identity of the deceased, but the forensic team will not be rushed.

    As the recovery effort inches ahead and the police investigation ensue, Erlendur notices redcurrant bushes. Who planted them, Erlendur wonders. Who lived here? Later, he learns that there was a chalet. Eventually, he has a name, information to follow, some of it leading nowhere. Whose body is buried in the wall? Is it male or female?

    The author gives us ideas as he shows us who lived in that run-down building. A family of five. A mother, husband, two boys and a girl. All are magnificently developed over the course of the book. I must caution readers: There is domestic abuse here, physical, emotional, and psychological abuse that recurs throughout the book. It cannot be skimmed, in my opinion, unless one totally skips these chapters, and to do so is to miss the much of the essence of the story.

    Would it be possible to continue this series without reading Silence of the Grave? Since I have not yet read the next book, I cannot presume to answer that question. However, knowing what Arnaldur Indriðason reveals about Erlendur during the course of this book as he sits with his gravely ill daughter Eva Lind, I would say that it is an important book to read because of what we learn about Erlendur. We see him being more introspective than at any time in previous books. More honest. Perhaps, even though he doesn’t wear his feelings on his sleeve, more emotional.

    We also get to know his partners, ElÍnborg and Sigurdur Óli, better. Now, this doesn’t come easily in the first chapter or two. It takes patience to get to know these characters because that’s the way Indriðason writes. Slow and steady wins the race. Imagine my surprise when I got to the end and found that I really enjoyed this book. When all is said and done, there is a lot more to it than would appear after the first, oh, one-third of the book. If you expect and need a fast-paced, action-packed thriller, then this book, this series, is not for you. But if you enjoy a skillfully drawn tale that takes you to another time and place, then you quite possibly could love this book.

    4 stars

  9. Sue Sue says:

    Excellent follow-up to Jar City. Earlier themes and character development continue to advance while a new cold case, involving bones found in a hillside, provides an interesting mystery. This time Erlendur is more open to the reader. There is now a background to his sadness and his behavior.


    Maybe I should have done that long ago, to come to terms
    with the life that was saved and give it a purpose. But that
    didn't happen...We all have our burdens. Maybe I don't suffer
    any more than anyone else who has lost a loved one, but I
    can't deal with it at all.
    Something switched off in me... (loc 3622)


    As for the mystery itself, it involves both flashback and present day in a clever way and themes that are ageless.

    I will very definitely read more of Indridason's books in the future. I'll seek them out.
    Highly recommended.

  10. Judy Judy says:

    Crime fiction doesn't get much less cosy than this. I'd been nervous about trying Nordic noir, thinking it would be too depressing - but, although this book is just as bleak and dark as I expected, I found it a compelling read.

    The story begins as a buried skeleton is discovered on a building site. As archaeologists slowly dig it up, but it becomes apparent that the bones are the remains of a crime committed during the Second World War. Even though it is likely that the perpetrator is long dead, Inspector Erlendur and his team search for the truth about what happens.

    The novel switches between the present-day investigation and the events of decades ago which led to the tragedy, focusing on a horrific tale of domestic abuse. There is also plenty of suffering in the novel's present day, as Erlendur is forced to confront his long-lost daughter's drug addiction. At times the misery could become overwhelming, but Indriðason writes concisely and says just as much as is needed, without wallowing in violence.

    All in all, I couldn't exactly say that I enjoyed this novel, but I found it powerful and I'm sure I will remember it. I may read more in the series in the future.

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