Jan. 10th, 2016 08:25 pm
Änden är nära
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muckefuckOne way or another, I'm done with Bron/Broen after this season. The departure of Kim Bodnia already made Season 3 a tougher sell, and the decline in the writing is helping not at all. Or maybe this was the standard in the first seasons as well and I didn't notice because of the novelty of the setting and the storytelling. Either way, the seams are showing and the payoffs are declining. This time around, the crimes seem more arbitrary, the villains more dumb, and the police response more implausible (not least of all because they're no longer newbies at dealing with a threat on this scale). At least the interplay between Helin and Bodnia is still there and they didn't have to jump through too many hoops to justify them being paired up again. Bodnia is on record as being dissatisfied with the direction they took his character in, which has me piqued to see whether I'll agree with him or not.
So, yeah, we're into full-scale winter Scandimania again. I didn't wait until the end of the Lagerlöf to begin the Laxness, which despite being set in the 18th century is strongly redolent of the old sagas. (Much more so than Gösta Berlings saga, ironically, which despite the title is full absolutely to bursting with pure 19th-century Romanticism.) The Old Man suggested I read it in tandem with Njáls saga (which it's already referenced two or three times in the first twenty pages) for a proper intertextual reading experience, but I may just return to The Kreutzer Sonata for the nonce. Or pick up something else entirely. (I did dip into Torgny Lindgren's Klingsor the other day but I'm not sure I have the stamina for even a short novel entirely in Swedish.)
So, yeah, we're into full-scale winter Scandimania again. I didn't wait until the end of the Lagerlöf to begin the Laxness, which despite being set in the 18th century is strongly redolent of the old sagas. (Much more so than Gösta Berlings saga, ironically, which despite the title is full absolutely to bursting with pure 19th-century Romanticism.) The Old Man suggested I read it in tandem with Njáls saga (which it's already referenced two or three times in the first twenty pages) for a proper intertextual reading experience, but I may just return to The Kreutzer Sonata for the nonce. Or pick up something else entirely. (I did dip into Torgny Lindgren's Klingsor the other day but I'm not sure I have the stamina for even a short novel entirely in Swedish.)