Now-deceased Swedish author Stieg Larsson's Millenium Trilogy has sold over 30 million copies worldwide, was adapted into award-winning Swedish films, and is about to be brought to the English-speaking world by waycool director David Fincher, fresh off of his smash hit about teh Facebook. I was drawn to these novels for several reasons: 1. They seemed to appeal to the masses in a new and edgy way. 2. There is much intrigue surrounding Larsson's death. 3. They're from Sweden, and nothing bad ever comes out of Sweden. I just finished the second book, The Girl Who Played With Fire, and I'm surprised at how un-amazing they are. It's not that they're bad books-I just can't see why I can find them in a cardboard display at CVS near the Blistex. These stories are brutally violent, excruciatingly detailed, and too long for their own good. They lack effective cliffhangers, and there have only been a handful of "Oh shit!" moments. A handful is not enough for 1200+ pages. Larsson's style isn't terribly engaging either. I realize that these are crime novels, but c'mon man. Dude made what could have been a rad fistfight seem like a shuffleboard match. And the fight scenes aren't the only things that are boring. How about the stance he takes? It pretty much boils down to this: Guys who rape gals are bad. Duuuuuh. We're aware, m'man. That's like making an argument in favor of organ donation or that Kim Jong-Il is an idiot. It's a safe statement to make, one that millions of readers would agree with.
Hmmmm.....maybe this is why 30 million copies have been sold.....
Hmmmm.....maybe this is why 30 million copies have been sold.....
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