As the film of this Icelandic-based policier is one of the year's London Film Festival showings, any description of the plot
would decidedly be a spoiler. The story is complex and, in some ways, can be taken as a riff on the tales of such as Ross
Macdonald where present day crimes unearth the sins of the past. In this tale, there is a definite link with the past but with
a most decided twist. One variant is that the lead detective, albeit a curmudgeon, seems relatively normal but has a junkie
daughter to provide the flaw which is such a necessity, apparently, these days. There is a sequel which I intend to search
out and read (ahead of the probably 100 waiting on my shelves!).