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Cockroaches: An early Harry Hole case [Format Kindle]

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Tuesday, January 7

The traffic lights changed to green, and the roar from lorries, cars, motorbikes and tuk-tuks rose higher and higher until Dim could see the glass in Robinson’s department store vibrating. Then the queues starte moving and the shop window displaying the long, red silk dress was lost behind them in the darkness.

She took a taxi. Not a packed bus or a tuk-tuk riddled with rust but a taxi with air conditioning and a driver who kept his mouth shut. She leaned back against the headrest and tried to enjoy the ride. No problem. A moped shot past and a girl on the pillion clinging to a red T-shirt with a visor helmet gave them a vacant look. Hold on tight, Dim thought.

On Rama IV Road the driver pulled in behind a lorry spewing exhaust fumes so thick and black she couldn’t see the number plate. After passing through the air-conditioning system the exhaust was chilled and almost odorless.

Almost. She wafted her hand discreetly to show her reaction, and the driver glanced in his mirror and moved into the outside lane. No problem.

This was how her life had always been. On the farm where she had grown up she had been one of six girls. Six too many, according to her father. She had been seven years old when they stood coughing in the yellow dust and waving as the cart carrying her eldest sister trundled down the country road alongside the brown canal water. Her sister had been given clean clothes, a train ticket to Bangkok and an address in Patpong written on the back of a business card, and she had cried like a waterfall, even though Dim had waved so hard it felt as if her hand would fall off. Her mother had patted her on the head and said it wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t that bad, either. At least her sister wouldn’t have to wander from farm to farm as a kwai, as her mother had done before she got married. Besides, Miss Wong had promised she would take good care of her. Her father had nodded, spat betel juice from between black teeth and added that the farangs in the bars would pay well for fresh girls.

Dim hadn’t understood what her mother meant by kwai, but she wasn’t going to ask. She knew, of course, that a kwai was a bull. Like most people on the farms around them, they couldn’t afford a bull, so they hired one of the ones that circulated the district when the rice paddy had to be ploughed. It was only later she found out that the girl who accompanied the bull was also called a kwai as her services formed part of the deal. That was the tradition. She hoped she would meet a farmer who would have her before she got too old.

When Dim was fifteen her father had called her name as he waded across the paddy field with the sun behind him and his hat in hand. She hadn’t answered at once; she had straightened up and looked hard at the green ridges around the small farm, closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the trumpeter bird in the leaves and inhaled the smell of eucalyptus and rubber trees. She had realized it was her turn.

For the first year they had lived four girls to a room and shared everything: bed, food and clothes. The last of these was especially important, for without nice clothes you wouldn’t get the best customers. She had taught herself to dance, taught herself to smile, taught herself to see which men only wanted to buy drinks and which wanted to buy sex. Her father had already agreed with Miss Wong that the money was to be sent home, so she didn’t see much of it during the first few years, but Miss Wong was content and as time went by she kept more back for Dim.

Miss Wong had reason to be content. Dim worked hard, and the customers bought drinks. Miss Wong should be pleased she was still there because a couple of times it had been a close-run thing. A Japanese man had wanted to marry Dim, but withdrew his offer when she demanded money for the plane ticket. An American had taken her along to Phuket, postponed his journey home and bought her a diamond ring. She had pawned it the day after he left.

Some paid badly and told her to get lost if she complained; others reported her to Miss Wong if she didn’t comply with everything they wanted her to do. They didn’t understand that once they had bought her time from the bar Miss Wong had her money and Dim was her own boss.

Her own boss. She thought about the red dress in the shop window. Her mother had been right: it wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t that bad, either.

And she had managed to retain her innocent smile and happy laughter. They liked that. Perhaps that was why she had been offered the job Wang Lee had advertised in Thai Rath under the heading of GRO, or Guest Relation Officer.

Wang Lee was a small, dark-skinned Chinese man, who ran a motel some way out on Sukhumvit Road, and the customers were mainly foreigners with special requests but not so special that she couldn’t meet them. To tell the truth, she liked what she did better than dancing for hours in the bar. Besides, Wang Lee paid well. The sole disadvantage was that it took such a long time to get there from her apartment in Banglamphu.

The damn traffic! It had come to a standstill again, and she told the driver she would get out, even though it meant crossing six lanes of cars to reach the motel on the far side of the road. The air wrapped itself around her like a hot, wet towel as she left the taxi. She searched for a gap, holding her hand in front of her mouth, aware that it made no difference, that there was no other air to breathe in Bangkok, but at least she was spared the smell.

She slipped between vehicles, had to sidestep a pickup with the flatbed full of boys whistling, and she almost had her heel straps taken off by a kamikaze Toyota. Then she was across.
Wang Lee looked up as she entered the deserted reception area.

“Quiet evening?” she said.

He nodded his displeasure. There had been a few of them over the last year.

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes,” she lied. He meant well, but she was not in the mood for the watery noodles he boiled up in the back room.

“You’ll have to wait,” he said. “The farang wanted to have a sleep first. He’ll ring when he’s ready.”

She groaned. “You know I have to be back in the bar before midnight, Lee.”

He looked at his watch. “Give him an hour.”

She shrugged and sat down. If it had been a year ago he would probably have thrown her out for speaking like that, but now he needed all the income he could get. Of course, she could go, but then the long journey would have been wasted. Also, she owed Lee a favor; she had worked for worse pimps.

After stubbing out the third cigarette she rinsed her mouth with Lee’s bitter Chinese tea and rose for a final check of her make-up in the mirror over the counter.

“I’ll go and wake him,” she said.

“Mm. Have you got the skates?”

She lifted her bag.

Her heels crunched on the gravel of the empty drive between the low motel rooms. Room 120 was right at the back, she couldn’t see a car outside, but there was a light in the window. So perhaps he had woken up. A little breeze lifted her short skirt, but failed to cool her. She longed for a monsoon, for rain. Just as after a few weeks of flooding, muddy streets and mildew on her washing she would long for the dry, windless months.

She tapped the door lightly with her knuckles and put on her bashful smile with the question “What’s your name?” already on her lips. No one answered. She tapped again and looked at her watch. She could probably haggle a few hundred baht off the price of the dress, even if it was Robinson’s. She turned the door handle and discovered to her surprise that the door was unlocked.

He was lying prone on the bed, and her first impression was that he was asleep. Then she saw the glint of the knife’s blue glass handle sticking out of the loud yellow jacket. It’s hard to say which of all the thoughts racing through her brain appeared first, but one of them was definitely that the trip to Banglamphu had been wasted anyway. Then she finally gained control of her vocal cords. The scream, however, was drowned out by a resounding blast on a lorry’s horn as it avoided an inattentive tuk-tuk on Sukhumvit Road. . . .

* * *

Thursday, January 9

The cold snap came so suddenly that when Harry stepped out of the door he involuntarily gasped for breath. He looked up at the reddening sky between the houses and opened his mouth to release the taste of gall and Colgate.

In Holbergs plass he caught the tram rattling down Welhavensgate. He found a seat and opened the Aftenposten.

Another paedophilia case. There had been three of them over recent months, all Norwegians caught red-handed in Thailand.

The leader reminded readers of the Prime Minister’s promise during his election campaign that he would intensify investigation of sexual crimes, including those involving Norwegians abroad, and demanded to know when the public would see any results.

Secretary of State Bjørn Askildsen, from the Prime Minister’s office, commented that they were working with the Thai government to further investigative powers.

“This is urgent!” the Aftenposten editor wrote. “People expect to see some action. It’s not right that a Christian minister can permit this outrage to continue.”

“Come in!”

Harry opened the door and looked straight into Bjarne Møller’s yawning mouth. He was leaning back in his chair with his long legs sticking out from under the desk.

“There you are. I was expecting you yesterday, Harry.”

“So I was told.” Harry sat down. “I don’t work when I’m drunk. Or vice versa. It’s a kind of principle I have.” This was intended to sound ironic.

“A police officer is a police officer twenty-four hours a day, Harry, sober or not. I had to persuade Waaler not to report you, you know.”

Harry shrugged, indicating that he’d said all he had to say on the subject.

“OK, Harry, we won’t discuss that now. I’ve got a job for you. A job which in my opinion you don’t deserve, but which I’m going to give you anyway.”

“Would it make you happy if I said I don’t want it?”

“Cut the Philip Marlowe stuff, Harry. It doesn’t suit you,” Møller replied brusquely. Harry smirked. He knew the PAS liked him. “I haven’t even told you what it is.”

“I assume from the fact that you send a car to get me in my free time it’s not to put me on traffic duty.”

“Exactly, so why don’t you let me finish?”

Harry gave a brief, dry chuckle and leaned forward in his chair. “Can we speak our minds, PAS?”

What mind? Møller almost asked, but limited himself to a nod.

“I’m not the man for important assignments right now, boss. I suppose you’ve seen how things are going at the moment. Or how things are not going. Or barely going. I do my job, the routine stuff, try not to get in anyone’s way and clock in and out in a sober condition. I’d give the job to one of the other boys if I were you.”

Møller sighed, laboriously drew up his legs and got to his feet.

“Can I speak my mind, Harry? Had it been up to me, someone else would have got the job. But they want you. So it would be a great favor to me, Harry . . .”

Harry looked up warily. Bjarne Møller had helped him out of enough scrapes over the last year for him to know that it was just a question of time before he had to start repaying the debt.

“Hang on! Who are they?”

“People in high positions. People who can make my life hell if they don’t get what they want.”

“And what will I get to take on the job?”

Møller knitted his brows as fiercely as he could, but he had always found it difficult to muster a stern expression on his open, boyish face.

“What do you get? You get your salary. For the duration. For Christ’s sake, what do you get!”

“Ah, I’m in the picture now, boss. Some of those high-up people reckon that officer who cleared up the case in Sydney last year must be one hell of a guy, and it’s your job to make him toe the line. Am I wrong?”

“Harry, please don’t push this one too far.”

“I’m not wrong. I wasn’t wrong yesterday when I saw Waaler’s face, either. That’s why I’ve already slept on it and this is my suggestion: I’m a good boy, I turn up for work, and when I’ve finished, you give me two detectives full-time for two months and complete access to all our data.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“If this is about your sister’s rape case, I’m afraid I have to say no, Harry. The case was closed, once and for all, remember?”

“I remember, boss. I remember the report in which it was stated she had Down’s syndrome and that therefore it was not inconceivable that she’d made up the rape to hide the fact that she’d become pregnant by a casual acquaintance. Yes, indeed, I do remember.”

“There was no concrete—”

“She wasn’t hiding anything. Jesus Christ, man, I went to her flat in Sogn and in the bathroom I saw her bra in the laundry basket, drenched with blood. He had threatened to cut off her nipples. She was terrified. She thinks everyone is like she is, and when this guy dressed in a suit bought her a meal and asked if she fancied seeing a film in his hotel room she just thought he was being nice. And even if she had remembered the room number, it would have been hoovered, cleaned and the bed changed more than twenty times since she was raped. There wouldn’t be much concrete evidence.”

“No one remembered any bloodstained sheets—”

“I’ve worked in hotels, Møller. You’d be surprised how many bloodstained sheets you change over a couple of weeks. People bleed all the bloody time.”

Møller vigorously shook his head. “Sorry. You had your chance to prove it, Harry.”

“It wasn’t enough, boss. It wasn’t enough.”

“It’s never enough. But you have to draw a line somewhere. With our resources—”

“Well, give me a free hand. For a month.”

Møller suddenly raised his head with one eye closed. Harry knew he’d been rumbled.

“You cunning bastard. You’ve wanted the job all the time, haven’t you? You just had to do a bit of bartering first.”

Harry stuck out his lower lip and waggled his head from side to side. Møller looked out of the window. Then he sighed.

“OK, Harry. I’ll see what I can do. But if you mess up I’ll have to make a couple of decisions I know some people on the force think I should have made a long time ago. And you know what that means, don’t you?”

“Boot up the arse, boss,” Harry smiled. “What’s the job?”

“I hope your summer suit is dry-cleaned and you can remember where you last put your passport. Your plane goes in twelve hours to a faraway destination.”

“The further the better, PAS.”

* * *

The suitcase was packed. Harry had rung Ståle Aune and told him he was flying to Bangkok on business. He hadn’t had a lot to say and Harry didn’t quite know why he had rung him. Perhaps because it was good to tell someone who might wonder where he was? Harry didn’t think it was a great idea to ring the bar staff at Schrøder’s.

“Take the vitamin B shots I gave you,” Aune said.

“Why’s that?”

“Makes life easier if you want to be sober. New environment, Harry. It could be a good start, you know.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Thinking’s not enough, Harry.”

“I know. That’s why I don’t need to take the shots.”

One of the boys from the hostel further up the street was leaning against the wall and shivering in a tight denim jacket while puffing away at a fag as Harry eased his suitcase into the boot of the taxi.

“Going away?”






“Say no more.”

He gave Harry a thumbs up and winked.

Harry took the ticket from the woman behind the check-in desk and turned.

“Harry Hole?” The man with the steel-rimmed glasses eyed him with a sad smile.

“And you are?”

“Dagfinn Torhus from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. We’d like to wish you luck. And assure ourselves that you’ve understood the . . . delicacy of this assignment. After all, everything has moved with such haste.”

“Thank you for the thought. I’ve understood that it is my job to find a murderer without making too much of a splash. Møller has given me instructions.”

“Good. Discretion is vital. Don’t trust anyone. Not even officials who claim to be working for the Ministry. They might turn out to be from, well, for example, Dagbladet.”

Torhus opened his mouth as if to laugh, but Harry could see he was serious.

Dagbladet journalists don’t wear the Ministry badge on their lapel, herr Torhus. Or a jacket in January. By the way, I’ve seen from the papers that you’re my contact in the Ministry.”

Torhus nodded, mostly to himself. Then he jutted out his chin and lowered his voice by half a tone. “Your plane goes soon, so I won’t hold you up much longer. Just listen to what I have to say.”

He removed his hands from his jacket pockets and folded them in front of him.

“How old are you, Hole? Thirty-three? Thirty-four? You still have a career in front of you. I’ve been doing a bit of digging, you see. You’re talented and it’s obvious people high up like you. And protect you. That can carry on for as long as things go well. But it won’t take much for you to land flat on your arse and you could easily drag your pals down with you. And then you’ll find that your so-called friends are suddenly over the hills and far away. So try to stay on your feet, Hole. For everyone’s sake. This is well-meant advice from an old ice skater.” He smiled with his mouth, but his eyes were studying Harry closely. “You know what, Hole. I always have such a depressing sense of something finoshing when I come to Fornebu Airport. Something finishing and something new starting.”

“Really?” Harry said, wondering if he had time for a beer at the bar before the gate closed. “Well, now and then that can be good. A renewal, I mean.”

“Let’s hope so,” Torhus said. “Let us hope so.”

Revue de presse

"If you’ve never read any Jo Nesbo, now is the perfect time to check out his excellent Harry Hole series" (Essentials)

"As with the Australian setting of The Bat, Hole’s first outing, we’re again terra incognita (Asia here); Cockroaches, organised with greater concentration than its predecessor, turns out to be one of Nesbo’s most accomplished novels" (Barry Forshaw Financial Times)

"Set to be another sure-fire hit" (Sun)

"You'll be utterly enthralled" (Shortlist)

"Beguiling as ever... An absolute treat" (Deirdre O'Brien Sunday Mirror)

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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Cockroaches by Jo Nesbo 29 juillet 2014
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I have read everything by Jo Nesbo. The translations into English have been especially good and I find that these earliest books, plus the most recent are far better than The Snowman and those in the middle.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Probably not the best advertisement for Thailand, but a great book 2 décembre 2013
Par T. Edmund - Publié sur Amazon.com
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First a clarification: While the translation is marketed as 'an early Harry Hole case' Cockroaches is the second Hole novel by Mr Nesbo.

Second the answer to: Is it worth going backwards through time to read this one?

Yes indeed.

Sent to Thailand in the hopes of being too drunk to solve a murder too sensitive to be solved, Harry indeed finds himself drunk, sweating, and out of his depth in Bangkok. The novel balances Harry's personal life, own demons and the murder mystery well. Focusing mostly on the action and intrigue (and some the most intense violence read by this reader for a while) with just enough contact with 'Sis' and Harry's father to tug at heart strings and drive Harry onward.

My only beef is that the epilogue is a little light - with so much carnage in this story one wants a little more loose end tying and (as far as I can recall) Redbreast does not confront these at all (aside from searing criticisms from various colleagues which is a common feature of Hole novels)

In short, while many may be worried that Cockroaches won't sit well with them after being further through the series, Harry's trip to Thailand has an almost episodic feel to it that prevents discombobulation from the timeline jumping. Also unlike some of the more dry Hole plots, Cockroaches mixes business with pleasure and mayhem in perfect balance.

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3.0 étoiles sur 5 “This is pretty hard to follow, Harry.” 1 janvier 2014
Par Mary Whipple - Publié sur Amazon.com
English speakers were first introduced to the work of Norwegian author Jo Nesbo and his damaged main character Harry Hole, in 2006, with the publication of The Redbreast, the third book in the Harry Hole series, a novel so good that it won the award for Best Norwegian Crime Novel Ever Written, as chosen by Norwegian Book Clubs. Now, after eight enormously successful novels in that series, Nesbo’s publishers have published the first two novels of the series, The Bat, and Cockroaches, written when Nesbo was a much less accomplished novelist than he has become in the ensuing fifteen years.

In Cockroaches, Detective Harry Hole is chosen by the Norwegian Foreign Office to go to Thailand to investigate the murder of Norway’s ambassador to Thailand, who has been found in a brothel with an elaborate old knife in his back. Hole himself is a psychological mess, an alcoholic trying to stay sober, and he has no interest in going to Thailand, even for a short time, to investigate this murder. He suspects he has been chosen because they expect him to fail so the foreign office can close the case without having to reveal nasty and embarrassing details.

In Bangkok, Harry gets started on the case and quickly discovers that the ambassador was a practitioner of many perversions, including paedophilia and child pornography. The knife used to kill him belonged to the most powerful heroin dealer in history, who now finances most of the new hotels in Burma and manages the opium trade in the north of Thailand. In addition, the ambassador is addicted to gambling and is indebted to loan sharks. By the time the novel reaches page one hundred, a large number of characters and an equally large number of criminal enterprises and perversions have been mentioned as the investigation of the ambassador’s murder goes off in separate directions. Eventually, even currency trading and the bankruptcy of a major firm have their moments in the spotlight.

Additional grisly murders take place as the novel progresses, but they are presented primarily through talk and not through action scenes, leaving the novel with surprisingly little drama, lacking the kind of tension which has made the later Harry Hole novels so compelling. As more and more threads take Harry in different directions, the reader quickly becomes as frustrated as the detective, since real connections which would draw the reader into all the threads and create interest in all the characters are unclear. Mistaken identity, betrayals, and surprise revelations do create suspense, but part of that suspense lies in to trying to figure out how Harry Hole is going to make sense of this whole, complicated mess.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Harry Goes to Thailand 5 janvier 2014
Par Nicola Mansfield - Publié sur Amazon.com
I loved this book and wanted to give it a 5* but having last read Harry Hole #10 I know they get even way better, so have to keep this to a 4*. Harry is in Thailand this time; he's been sent there to take care of a potentially embarrassing situation where the married Norwegian ambassador has been found murdered in a brothel/hotel. Unknown to Harry, the alcoholic detective, has been sent to hush-hush and cover things up quietly, nobody expects him to actually solve the case. But this is Harry Hole, he can smell a rat a mile away and is in full detective mode as soon as he sees the crime scene. Great case, enjoyable characters, gives readers of the series the background finally on the Thailand connection for Harry and why he's always pulled back there. I loved getting to know the early Harry, where his problems came from, how he was shaped, his problems with alcohol and opium. This is the man who in the rest of the books fights these demons constantly. I also finally understand why the publisher's skipped these first two books for English readers. Here was the English speaking world becoming fascinated, addicted even, to Scandinavian mysteries and Jo Nesbo was a brilliant author to introduce us to but his first two Harry Hole books don't even take place in Scandinavia, first in Australia, second in Thailand. They weren't the type of dark, cold, brooding Scandi-crime English readers were discovering and clamouring for. So yeah, I finally get. I loved The Bat more than Cockroaches but it was fun reading them in retrospect from the point of view of someone who already knows the character. Newcomers to the series should keep in mind that the scandi-crime aspect is coming and let these first two books introduce you to Nesbo's pacing, and fantastic plotting.
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 Not the best Harry Hole novel 16 janvier 2014
Par M.Jacobsen - Publié sur Amazon.com
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This is one of the earlier Harry Hole novels, just now becoming available to us Americans as it wasn't until recently translated to the English by the publisher. For those of you who like to read their series in order (like me) this out-of-order publishing might have driven you a tad nuts, but I think I understand now why the publisher might have chosen to wait on this particular book: it simply isn't as good as the later books in the series.

Perhaps this is because Nesbo hadn't yet reached his stride with Harry when he wrote Cockroaches (completely understandable, by the way). And if I hadn't already read the later novels, I might have rated this one higher, not know how complex and fascinating the main character would eventually become in later books. But here, as Harry winds his way through the utterly disgusting world of Bankok's whorehouses, he seems rather one-dimensional and not at all the multi-faceted character found in the later novels.

But if you are a fan of this series, this won't matter and you will want to read this book, if only to get a good idea of how the character of Harry has developed. So while I didn't much care for the storyline, there was no way I could have omitted this from my library. I'm a fan of Nesbo and always will be.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 early Harry Hole 8 mars 2014
Par ellen foster - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format:Format Kindle|Achat vérifié
I had to go cold turkey on the Harry Hole novels after I read 4 in one week. I was only getting about 4 hours of sleep a night and kept suddenly saying "Ohhh, I get it" out loud at random times. These are complex books and are not a fast read, but they are so engrossing that I could not stop reading them. As soon as I finished 1, I would order he next. Each book can stand alone, but like many series, background story about the characters improves the experience, so I would recommend reading them mostly in order, but start with one of the newer ones, when Nesbo has matured as a writer. Then go back to the beginning of the series. The first 2 were very very good. The last several are incredible. I'm sorry that I bought these on Kindle, because now I can't lend them to my friends. Buy the book so you can share the experience!
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