Oddly, this book is in my on-deck circle (thanks in no small part to a recommendation from Felicia Day and its $5 price tag) just as soon as I finish off Michael Chabon’s The Yiddish Policeman’s Union.
Color me excited: “The passionate world of the sagas and the myths is a very long way away. Bleakness is all. That could even be the secret—the emotionless efficiency of Swedish technology, paradoxically combined with the wicked allure of the pitiless elfin avenger, plus a dash of paranoia surrounding the author’s demise. If Larsson had died as a brave martyr to a cause, it would have been strangely out of keeping; it’s actually more satisfying that he succumbed to the natural causes that are symptoms of modern life.”