by Stieg Larsson
There are two things I refuse to read about. Rape and rape. You might think that rape and rape are one and the same, but I profess that they are not. Rape is what happens from read it from the raper's point of view and rape is what happens when read it from the rapee's point of view. Either way, I do not want to read about it. Call me a prude, if you must, but I prefer my sexual encounters consensual -- in both my real world and my fake reading world.
So this Dragon Girl book is sneaky. It starts out with the promise of a good corporate crime. I like a good corporate crime solver every now 'n again. Then out of nowhere, the Dragon Girl gets raped. So I skip over the details and keep going, because it appears as if this book is about corporate crime. 'Sides, it's written in a good page-turning, suspenseful convention, and I want to see how it all unravels.
It turns out that this book is not about solving a corporate crime. Towards the end, it's revealed that the whole book is about a serial kidnapper-rapist-murderer. The last few pages get rather graphic as the gory details are disclosed. Now, the details may not be all that gory to you, but I have an imagination on a liquid drip of amphetamines. I read words and I see bright pictures quickly. Simple as that.
I'm totally disappointed in myself for finishing this book. The good news, however, is the second book in Stieg Larsson's novels is not about rape, but about young girls sold into prostitution. Now isn't that delightfully uplifting? I won't be reading that one. Wish I could add an "either" declaration to that.
On a positive note, the novel is based in Sweden, with Swedish-named people and cities. So each time a Swedish city was referenced, or Swedish name was dropped, I thought about that beloved Swedish Chef from the Muppets. Get a load of the Chef making some Turtle Soup: