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It was so early not even the devil had managed to put on his shoes. In the west, the heavens showed that intense hue only a Scandinavian sky in springtime is blessed with—royal blue on the horizon and lighter toward the meridian, before dissolving into a pink eiderdown where the sun was still lying lazily in the east. The air was invigorating, undisturbed by the dawn, with that amazing transparency possessed by radiant spring mornings at almost sixty degrees north. Although the temperature remained in single figures, everything indicated it would be another warm May day in Oslo.

Detective Inspector Hanne Wilhelmsen wasn’t thinking about the weather. She was standing completely motionless, wondering what she should do. There was blood everywhere. On the floor. Across the walls. Even on the ceiling, dark spatters resembled the abstract pictures in some kind of psychological test. She tilted her head and stared at a splodge directly above her. It looked like a purple bull with three horns and deformed hindquarters. She stood motionless—a sign of indecision, but also an indication of her fear of sliding on the slippery floor.

“Don’t touch,” she warned brusquely, when a younger colleague, who had hair color to match the blood, made a move to lay his finger on one of the walls. A narrow crack in the ramshackle roof cast a dusty beam of light on the rear wall, where the blood was spread so generously it looked less like a drawing than a horrendously bad paint job.

“Go outside,” she ordered. Hanne sighed but refrained from commenting on the footprints the inexperienced police constable had scattered around large areas of the floor. “And try to walk in your own footprints on your way out.”

A couple of minutes later, she did the same herself, backward and hesitant. She continued to stand in the doorway, having sent the officer for a flashlight.

“I was just going for a piss,” wheezed the man who had called in the report. Obediently, he had remained standing outside the shed. Now he was hopping so agitatedly Hanne Wilhelmsen suspected he hadn’t been able to complete his mission an hour earlier.

“The lavatory is there,” he said, quite unnecessarily. The strong smell from one of Oslo’s all too many remaining outside toilets took the edge off the sickeningly sweet stench of blood. The door marked with a heart was right beside it.

“Well, off you go to the toilet,” she encouraged him in a friendly tone, but he didn’t hear her.

“I was going for a piss, you see, but then I saw the door in there was open.”

Now he pointed at the woodshed, taking a step backward, as though a hideous animal might thrust out its jaws at any moment and gobble up his whole arm.

“It’s usually closed. Not actually locked, but closed. The door is so heavy it stays open by itself. We don’t want stray dogs and cats making themselves at home in there. So we’re quite careful about that.”

A strange little smile spread across his coarse face. It occurred to Hanne that they looked after things even in this neighborhood; they had rules and kept order, even though the battle against decay was being lost.

“I’ve lived here in this block all my life,” he continued, with a touch of pride. “I notice when things aren’t as they should be.”

He glanced at the pretty young lady who didn’t look like any cop he had seen before, waiting for a scrap of recognition.

“Good stuff,” she praised him. “It was great you phoned to let us know.”

When he smiled, with his mouth open, Hanne was struck by how few teeth he possessed. He couldn’t be very old, perhaps fifty.

“I was absolutely terrified, you understand. All that blood . . .”

His head moved from side to side. It had been awful, being faced with such a diabolical sight.

Hanne could well appreciate that. Her red-haired colleague had returned with a flashlight. Gripping it with both hands, Hanne Wilhelmsen shone the beam of light systematically from side to side down over the walls. She scrutinized the ceiling as thoroughly as was possible from the doorway, and then zigzagged the ray of light across the floor.

The room was entirely empty. Not so much as a stick of firewood, only some odds and ends attesting that the shed had once been used for its original purpose, probably a long time ago. Once the flashlight had made contact with every single square meter, she ventured into the shed once more, carefully stepping on her own old footprints. She gave a hand signal that told her colleague not to follow. Right in the middle of the room, approximately fifteen square meters, she hunkered down. The beam of light stirred on the wall opposite, about a meter above the floor. From the doorway she had noticed something, perhaps letters, written in smeared blood, making the symbols difficult to decipher.

They weren’t letters. They were numbers. Eight digits, as far as she could make out: 92043576. The figure 9 was unclear and might perhaps be 4. The final digit looked like a 6, but she was not sure. Maybe it was an 8 instead. She straightened up and stepped back again into the daylight, now abundant. She heard a baby crying from an open window on the second floor and shuddered at the thought of children having to live in such a district. A Pakistani in a tram driver’s uniform emerged from the brick building, peering nosily at them for a moment before scurrying away from the entrance. She could see in the reflections on the highest windows that the sun had hauled itself up at last. Birds, the small gray ones that still managed to eke out a meager existence in the innermost center of the city, were chirping tentatively from a half-dead birch tree that was making a futile attempt to reach out toward the streaks of morning light.

“Bloody hell, what a terrible crime this must be,” the young constable commented as he spat, in a vain effort at ridding himself of the taste of sewage. “Something terrible must have happened here!”

He seemed happy at the thought.

“Yes indeed,” Hanne Wilhelmsen said softly. “Something serious may well have happened here. But in the meantime . . .”

She broke off and turned to face her colleague.

“At the moment, this isn’t a crime. For that, we need a victim. We haven’t seen a single trace of that. At the most, this is willful vandalism. But . . .”

She peered through the door again.

“Of course, something might turn up. Contact Forensics. It’s best to be on the safe side.”

She shivered slightly. It was due more to her speculation about what she had just witnessed rather than the fresh morning air. Pulling her jacket snugly around her, she thanked the toothless man one more time for alerting them before strolling on her own back the three hundred meters to Oslo police headquarters. When she crossed over to the other side of the street, into range of the morning sunlight, it grew warmer. A tumult of international women’s voices, morning shouts in Urdu, Punjabi, and Arabic, reverberated around the corners of the houses. A kiosk owner was going about his business, readying his sidewalk stand for another long working day, opening out the whole shebang with no consideration for either churchgoing or regulations about opening hours. He flashed a friendly white smile at her, holding out an orange and raising his eyebrows questioningly. Hanne Wilhelmsen shook her head and smiled in return. A gang of fourteen-year-old boys was clattering over the sidewalk with their blue Aftenposten newspaper delivery buggies in tow. Two veiled women hurried to some destination or other, eyes downcast. They walked in a large arc around the detective inspector, unused to seeing white women so early in the day. Otherwise, it was fairly deserted. In this weather, even Tøyen took on a conciliatory, almost charming character.

It certainly promised to be yet another beautiful day. --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Broché .

Revue de presse

“Anne Holt is the godmother of modern Norwegian crime fiction.”--Jo Nesbø

“Holt proves a masterful plotter. Unexpected twists hold up to scrutiny, loose ends are tied up and the finale leaves readers wanting more.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer

“A good old-fashioned mystery.”—Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

"A sympathetic lead distinguishes Holt's second novel." (Publishers Weekly)

"Move over, Jo Nesbo." (Fort Worth Star-Telegram)

"A perfect entry point into Scandinavian crime.... A sure pleasure for police-procedural fans who read everything from Slaughter to Nesbo.” (Booklist (starred review))

"Fast-paced and involving.... Holt knows psychology as well as she knows the ins and outs of police-work. She quickly draws the reader into the minds and lives of half a dozen disparate characters—none more interesting than Inspector Wilhelmsen herself... Holt's visions of societal and ethical decay are balanced by glimpses of great poignancy, human consolation and love." (Tom Nolan Wall Street Journal)

“Expertly translated forAmerican readers by the highly capable Anne Bruce… A wonderful combination ofold-school police procedure and amateur detective work…. Holt is a master ofbalancing criminal procedure with suspense…. This is a series that demands tobe read, and the more quickly the better.” (Bookreporter) --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Broché .

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  • Editeur : Blackstone Audiobooks; Édition : Unabridged (1 mai 2013)
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ISBN-10: 1482910713
  • ISBN-13: 978-1482910711
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Par Marie Rooney le 7 mai 2014
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Un livre un pêu long a la détente qui se déroule un peu rtrop lentement au début mais les personnages sont attachants. J'ai tyrouvé le livre bien écrit avec un dénouement explosif
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Par alia le 22 avril 2015
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Le roman est plutôt agréable à lire, l'intrigue se tient. C'est dans l'ensemble plutôt bien écrit, aussi bien sur l'univers dépeint que les personnages, qui sont crédibles. Après, il s'oublie aussi vite qu'il est lu...
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j'ai aimé les caractére, comme dans la vie réelle et la réalité de la situation. texte bien écrit est assez direct.
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Back to the beginning 19 décembre 2012
Par Luanne Ollivier - Publié sur
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I first 'discovered' Anne Holt when I read the Edgar nominated 1222 featuring recurring protagonist Hanne Wilhelmsen last year. (and loved it!)

Holt is a Norwegian author and started the Hanne series in 1993. Holt has worked for the Oslo P.D., as a lawyer and a journalist and news anchor as well. This extensive background has added much authenticity to this crime series. The first books featuring Hanne are just being released to North American markets this year. Blessed Are Those Who Thirst is the second in the series.

Oslo Detective Inspector Hanne Wilhelmsen and her colleagues are sweating it out - both figuratively and literally. Oslo is in the middle of a heat wave and crime rate is rising with the thermometer. Hanne is called out to investigate an abandoned shed - covered in blood with a series of cryptic number written on the wall. There's no body and until testing is carried out, no indication it is human blood. Hanne's caseload increases when she is given another crime to investigate - that of a brutal rape. But the rape clearance rate in Norway is appalling. And the victim and her father are aware of that....Then another blood soaked scene and set of numbers is discovered....

I was so enamoured of the middle aged Hanne in 1222 that it was a bit of a shock to encounter a young Hanne. But I enjoyed seeing the beginnings of this character - her interactions with fellow cops, her complicated relationship with her sexuality and her partner. Her initial enthusiasm has not been replaced by the cynicism that will come by 1222. What hasn't changed is Hanne's pursuit of the truth, her keen sense of observation and her dedication to justice.

Holt has two story lines running perpendicular - that of Hanne's investigation and personal life and that of the rape victim and her father. Both are intriguing. but also handled with thoughtful introspection. Holt successfully combines credible plotting with an engaging lead, as well as some social commentary, to produce an excellent read. I did find the translation a little stilted in the beginning, but it certainly didn't detract from my enjoyment of the book.

Now, normally I won't go back to the beginning of a series if I've read the latest. In Holt's case, I will be making an exception. I'm quite taken with this series and will be watching for the next release.
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Anne Holt is a master of balancing criminal procedure with suspense 8 janvier 2013
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The influx of Nordic noir novels continues apace, so quickly that it is almost impossible to keep up. It is, however, worth trying to do so, as demonstrated by the US publication of BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO THIRST. The second installment in Anne Holt's Hanne Wilhelmsen series, expertly translated for American readers by the highly capable Anne Bruce, almost qualifies as an historical mystery, given that it first saw publication in Holt's native Norway in 1993 and is set in that year as well. Younger readers may puzzle at the (relative) absence of Internet research, smartphones and the like, but the result is a wonderful combination of old-school police procedure and amateur detective work (more on that in a minute).

Wilhelmsen, as may be evident to those who have encountered her in the past, is not an entirely sympathetic character; at times, her compassion has seemed not so much misplaced as misapplied. That is not the case in BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO THIRST, which has Wilhelmsen, and the Oslo Police Department of which she is a part, laboring under a crippling workload that threatens to burst the department asunder at the seams. A series of bizarre incidents, involving the weekly display of horrendous amounts of human and animal blood, has left the department perplexed, all the more so due to the display of a series of numbers, also written in blood, on the wall at each scene. The only thing that's missing is a victim; without a victim, there is no crime and thus no reason to investigate.

Wilhelmsen has other foul deeds to investigate, not the least of which is the brutal rape of a medical student in her apartment. The assault leaves the young woman shattered. Her father, a middle-aged dentist who has always been his daughter's protector, silently vows revenge and begins his own investigation, which follows in the shadow of Wilhelmsen and the overworked and somewhat jaded police department. It is the father's single-minded anger and laser-like focus that makes him the more successful investigator. It is not that the police are uncaring; to the contrary, Wilhelmsen is haunted by her lack of time and resources, even as she seeks to make every minute count, however futilely.

Meanwhile, the victim quite accidentally makes a discovery of her own that she pursues, thus learning the identity of her attacker by other devices. Wilhelmsen slowly discerns a link between the horrific rape and the blood-soaked tableaus that seem to taunt the Oslo police department, and finds herself in a race against not only time but also a single-minded killer, as well as the revenge-driven father and daughter who separately pursue him.

Those who have been reading the Wilhelmsen books as they have been published in the States (and thus out of order) will have to make some minor adjustments in their impression of Wilhelmsen's living situations, which change dramatically as the series progresses. But this will not impede your enjoyment of any book in the series. Holt is a master of balancing criminal procedure with suspense, so that the last third or so of BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO THIRST goes by in a blur, with a number of different outcomes possible --- some of them satisfying, others potentially less so. There is a bit of delicious irony at the end as well, even as a minor plot line is left dangling for resolution at a later date. This is a series that demands to be read, and the more quickly the better.

Reviewed by Joe Hartlaub
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Anne Holt - the Best Norwegian Female Crime-Writer,... 12 octobre 2013
Par Miki101.Michaela - Publié sur
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... here just at the beginning of her career. It is the second book she wrote after The Blind Goddess (Hanne Wilhelmsen 1).

Before the readers continue to reclaim the "outdated" DNA procedures of the Oslo Police, please be aware that this book is the second in the Hanne-Wilhelmsen Series and the crimes take place in the year 1993!
The book first came out in Norway in 1994, so it is not surprising that the police has to work with the old methods.
So 20 years have passed...

...since the Oslo Police Department is finding in the hottest spring within living memory every early Sunday morning in solitary, enclosed places obvious crime scenes splattered with immense quantities of blood, but never a victim. Some numbers are scratched onto a wall - that's all.

The a young woman is raped in her apartment. Detective Hanne Wilhelmsen is charged with solving the case. Soon the victim's father starts an investigation of his own for the culprit with some real success. But his daughter cries for revenge...

Still at the beginning of the series, Hanne Wilhelmson is still a bit rough in her contours, but she will soon take a better shape in the following thrillers of the series.
I have read them all, years ago in German language and I can only recommend them!
"The need for revenge is deeply rooted in us." 31 décembre 2012
Par E. Bukowsky - Publié sur
Format: Broché
"Blessed are Those Who Thirst," translated from the Norwegian by Anne Bruce, is the second in Anne Holt's Hanne Wilhelmsen series. The story takes place during a sweltering spring in Oslo. Thirty-four year old Detective Inspector Hanne Wilhelmsen is highly regarded among her peers for her insight, thoroughness, and composure. However, even the normally imperturbable Hanne is shaken when she arrives at a woodshed, the inside of which is almost completely covered with "dark spatters [that] resembled the abstract pictures in some kind of psychological test." When Hanne examines the scene, she finds an eight digit number written on the wall in blood and sends samples to be tested. Could this be an act of "willful vandalism" carried out by twisted pranksters?

This is a strong, character-driven police procedural in which Holt, as her Scandinavian colleagues do so often, sheds light on the fissures in her country that seem to widen with each passing year. As more and more immigrants land on Norway's shores (some legal, others not), there are citizens who look upon these newcomers as an unwelcome and intrusive presence. Tragically, mindless hatred breeds extreme violence. In addition, Hanne is assigned to the case of Kristine Håverstad, a twenty-four year old medical student who has been brutally raped. The attack leaves Kristine traumatized, and she moves in with her father, Finn, who feels helpless and ineffectual in the face of his daughter's suffering. Unfortunately, there is no guarantee that the rapist will be caught and prosecuted. The police are swamped by an usually large number of murders and sexual assaults and are hard pressed to stay on top of their heavy workload.

The author makes some interesting choices that lend this book distinction. First, she shows the police as well-meaning but rather ineffectual. Exhausted and overworked detectives become careless; they cut corners and miss vital clues that they should have noticed. Holt humanizes her characters and delves into their personal lives. Hanne drives a rose-colored motorcycle and has lived with her partner, Cecilie, for fifteen years, but is reluctant to introduce her lover to her family and co-workers. Hanne's boss, Chief Inspector Kaldbakken, is a stressed-out thirty-three year veteran of the force who smokes so much that he can barely breathe. Another colleague, Police Attorney Håkon Sand, is having an affair with a married woman who has not decided if she will leave her husband.

The suspense builds as Wilhelmsen and her colleagues try to apprehend a felon who believes that he is more clever than his pursuers. The unexpectedly powerful conclusion demonstrates that, in a chaotic society, the beleaguered forces of law and order may be outmatched by those who would do others harm. As Holt states, "the police's ability to keep criminality at bay was an illusion, pure and simple."
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terrific thriller set in Oslo 6 août 2013
Par audrey - Publié sur
Format: Broché Achat vérifié
This is the second book in the Hanne Wilhelmsen series. Hanne is a detective inspector in Oslo, Norway. She's a closeted lesbian who rides a motorcycle and most men seem to be instantly smitten with her. As the book opens, the city is in the middle of a heat wave and a crime wave. There are more murders and rapes than usual, and Hanne and her colleagues are all besieged with cases to which they can't devote much attention. One of Hanne's files is a serial rapist, and as the police seem to make no progress, one of the victim's fathers goes on a manhunt. Also, almost every Saturday night some secluded room is found soaked in blood, each with a number written on the wall in blood. Is this the work of a serial killer? Is the blood even human?

This book was written in 1994, but it has aged well. Except for the obvious absence of the internet and online investigation, the story and the characters don't seem dated at all, and are very interesting and entertaining. The author has a varied background as a police lawyer, journalist, news anchor and government official, all of which inform her savvy, well-paced thriller. I look forward to reading others in the series.

The Hanne Wilhelmsen series (in order): Blind Goddess, Blessed are Those Who Thirst, Death of the Demon, Lion's Mouth, Dead Joker, Without Echo, The Truth Beyond, and 1222. (Not all are available in English yet.)
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