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kcfromaustcrime's review
5.0
The final instalment in the Harry Kvist series, SLUGGER, is again, brutal, unflinching, desperate, dark, sad, demoralising, and beautiful. Just like the rest of the series, only more so.
If you're new to these 3 novels (CLINCH, DOWN FOR THE COUNT and finally SLUGGER), then this is a series that can work as a set of standalone novels, but are much better in order. Harry Kvist is, on the face of it, a violent, dark and conflicted character. Ex-boxer, standover man, out homosexual in mid 1930's Stockholm. A Stockholm where he's always inhabited a dark, poor, tricky world, one now plagued by the rise of the Facists with Nazi's openly marching in the streets, and gangsters fighting a deadly turf war.
In this world Harry Kvist maintains an odd balancing act - part of the violence and the excess, he's also capable of extreme tenderness and kindness. In this novel he's caring for his landlord, and part-time boss Lundin, the undertaker who is obviously frail and dying. Then there's his dog Dixie, whose companionship and care remains a bright point in Kvist's otherwise dismal personal life. Although in this novel he's obsessed with the idea of getting to America, to his young daughter. The story of her birth, his relationship with her mother, and their parting of ways is expanded in short, reflective moments within the general hopelessness of a life that's meandering, and struggling. The desire to get to America is tempered by his desire for justice for his friend, and former lover, Reverend Gabrielsson who has been brutally murdered, and both those desires combine when Kvist pairs up with the gangster, Ma, head of one of Stockholm's largest gangs who promises him assistance to America for his help in the gangland wars.
These novels are dark, desperate and violent. They are explicit and unflinching. And they are amongst the most beautiful things I've read in a long long time. Kvist is fascinating. He's a series of massive contradictions in a suit and hat, but ultimately he's as human as human can be. Desperate for love, affection and purpose, his regard for Lundin, his love of Dixie are bright little lights in a world that's goes to shit on a regular basis. I can't tell you how transfixed I was with their combined fates - knowing that this is the end of this wonderful trilogy. Fates that physically jolted me, that hurt.
Slow and considered, the dance of life that Kvist commenced in CLINCH, speeds up and the fates align to end in exactly the way you'd hope it wouldn't, but could not imagine to have gone any other way.
https://www.austcrimefiction.org/review/slugger-martin-holmen
If you're new to these 3 novels (CLINCH, DOWN FOR THE COUNT and finally SLUGGER), then this is a series that can work as a set of standalone novels, but are much better in order. Harry Kvist is, on the face of it, a violent, dark and conflicted character. Ex-boxer, standover man, out homosexual in mid 1930's Stockholm. A Stockholm where he's always inhabited a dark, poor, tricky world, one now plagued by the rise of the Facists with Nazi's openly marching in the streets, and gangsters fighting a deadly turf war.
In this world Harry Kvist maintains an odd balancing act - part of the violence and the excess, he's also capable of extreme tenderness and kindness. In this novel he's caring for his landlord, and part-time boss Lundin, the undertaker who is obviously frail and dying. Then there's his dog Dixie, whose companionship and care remains a bright point in Kvist's otherwise dismal personal life. Although in this novel he's obsessed with the idea of getting to America, to his young daughter. The story of her birth, his relationship with her mother, and their parting of ways is expanded in short, reflective moments within the general hopelessness of a life that's meandering, and struggling. The desire to get to America is tempered by his desire for justice for his friend, and former lover, Reverend Gabrielsson who has been brutally murdered, and both those desires combine when Kvist pairs up with the gangster, Ma, head of one of Stockholm's largest gangs who promises him assistance to America for his help in the gangland wars.
These novels are dark, desperate and violent. They are explicit and unflinching. And they are amongst the most beautiful things I've read in a long long time. Kvist is fascinating. He's a series of massive contradictions in a suit and hat, but ultimately he's as human as human can be. Desperate for love, affection and purpose, his regard for Lundin, his love of Dixie are bright little lights in a world that's goes to shit on a regular basis. I can't tell you how transfixed I was with their combined fates - knowing that this is the end of this wonderful trilogy. Fates that physically jolted me, that hurt.
Slow and considered, the dance of life that Kvist commenced in CLINCH, speeds up and the fates align to end in exactly the way you'd hope it wouldn't, but could not imagine to have gone any other way.
https://www.austcrimefiction.org/review/slugger-martin-holmen
markhoh's review
5.0
Harry Kvist... what can I say? You have touched me in a way that few characters do and I’m mourning the ending of this dark and gritty Stockholm noir series. You’ve taken me for an absolute wild ride of emotions throughout this series and the last pages of ‘Slugger’ had me on the edge of my seat, nail bitten, sighing with relief, and then gasping with disbelief. I’m going to miss you Harry.
Perhaps it’s because I felt like I got to know you... how you think, where you’re from, your vulnerabilities and pain hidden underneath coarse and abrasive exterior. Authentically human, authentically male, tough yet tender, victim yet victor, hopeless yet hopeful. What you see is what you get. I like knowing Harry’s thoughts ... there are a few that resonated for me...
“... something happened to me and I can find no peace; I bear my misery in a way no sensible man would. It is as though I am searching for something, but it’s not the sort of civil investigation I am used to. Before, all my other feelings used to stay inert inside me. I preferred it that way...”
For me, Harry represents the quintessential dilemma of not quite being able to be completely himself. It plays in his head... “one thing for sure; you cannot escape yourself”.
“Hideous memories blaze in my brain. It’s as if the insults sink down to the sludgy bottom of my consciousness and unearth recollections I thought I had drowned in schnapps years ago.”
“It is what it is. It isn’t something you can just force yourself to stop just like that.”
Harry you have been etched in my mind. And in the words of Gabrielsson, for whose death you would avenge, “every person you see is a human being doing their best to find their place in the world. Every single one”.
Thanks Martin for an amazing ride.
Perhaps it’s because I felt like I got to know you... how you think, where you’re from, your vulnerabilities and pain hidden underneath coarse and abrasive exterior. Authentically human, authentically male, tough yet tender, victim yet victor, hopeless yet hopeful. What you see is what you get. I like knowing Harry’s thoughts ... there are a few that resonated for me...
“... something happened to me and I can find no peace; I bear my misery in a way no sensible man would. It is as though I am searching for something, but it’s not the sort of civil investigation I am used to. Before, all my other feelings used to stay inert inside me. I preferred it that way...”
For me, Harry represents the quintessential dilemma of not quite being able to be completely himself. It plays in his head... “one thing for sure; you cannot escape yourself”.
“Hideous memories blaze in my brain. It’s as if the insults sink down to the sludgy bottom of my consciousness and unearth recollections I thought I had drowned in schnapps years ago.”
“It is what it is. It isn’t something you can just force yourself to stop just like that.”
Harry you have been etched in my mind. And in the words of Gabrielsson, for whose death you would avenge, “every person you see is a human being doing their best to find their place in the world. Every single one”.
Thanks Martin for an amazing ride.
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