I have mostly really enjoyed Hoeg's creation Smilla Jasperson, the slow paced plot and the cultural meditations supplied by the character. I have also mostly been told by people who have read this novel just how utterly wonderful both it and the central character are, but I can only agree up to a point.The plot unfolds unevenly, as real life does, sometimes the determined amateur sleuth makes headway, sometimes she is headed off. The mystery at the heart of the novel concerns the death of a boy who lives close to Smilla, a boy with a paralysing fear of heights who has apparently fallen from a rooftop while playing. Smilla, troubled by her young friend's death, sets out to get to the core of the mystery.
So far so good then, we have a nice detective story, a quirky, odd heroine akin to Lisbeth Salander and a plot that although it constantly unravels, does not let you see too far around the corner. Some of the story seems ever so slightly far fetched, as when Smilla signs on a ship as an unwanted and superfluous waitress. I did enjoy some of the tension provided by the contained universe of the ice breaking ship, but then something really strange happens.
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