Another excellent example of Scandinavian crime, this book introduces Inspector Gunnarstranda whose humour is almost as lethal as his eye for whodunnit.
Gunnarstranda wondered for an instant whether the man was as stupid as he made himself out to be. Leaned back to study the bumptious sod closer. Observed the severe wrinkle in the young man's skin. The pursed lips. Nope. He was not stupid. Just a sack of unusually well fermented shit.