by Kung Fu Zu 11/25/17
By Stieg Larsson • This novel is a malcontented progressive’s wet dream. Stereotypical would not begin to describe the clichés and poor writing, which make up this zero between two bound covers.
The protagonist is Lisebeth Salander, the poster-child for all those misfit losers who had poor grades in school, but like to believe it was because they were so much smarter than the kids getting A’s. She shows her individuality by being tattooed all over her body. Further signs of her tasteful independent streak are the piercings in her tongue, eyebrow, navel, ears and nether regions. Strangely, almost nobody sees her “true” beauty, yet despite her “who-gives-a-damn attitude”, she decides to have a boob job.
The above notwithstanding, Lisebeth is an untutored math genius who reads 20lb tomes about esoteric arithmetic. Lisebeth is also a world-class computer hacker and a thief. She has stolen hundreds of millions from some caricature of a villain and is now able to travel the world in comfort and live without worrying about the rent. Perhaps not surprisingly, she is also a vindictive little creature as she uses her hacking skills to damage people who irritate her. I don’t mean people who try to steal from or hurt her physically. I mean people who she feels didn’t treat her with the respect she is due. Although she is a shrimp, being 4’11’ weighing less than one hundred pounds, she can beat a big man’s ass.
With such a biography she must be a heroine, surrounded by crooks, murderers, Nazi’s, racists, and generally bad people. She is wonderful. In other words, Lisebeth is a fairy-tale character written on the level of a four-year-old. Let me apologize to those millions of average four-year-olds who would find Lisebeth a pretentious phony, the product of a fevered brain
As silly as the Lisebeth character is, Larsson’s writing is still worse. I am about 20% through the book and the main concentration has been on Lisebeth’s furnishing her apartment after returning to Sweden. That and how everyone has sex with everyone else. There is a brief aside which deals with Lisebeth saving some poor Texan woman from being murdered by her husband, who of course did it for money. Naturally, he is a Presbyterian minister or something like that.
Mostly we are treated to scenes like the one in which Lisebeth screws a poor black boy teenage boy living in a shack, who is ten years her junior. One gets the impression she did this just to show age, race and money are not important to her, but she is an equal opportunity slag. I must admit that after reading the scene the thought that ran through my mind was, “What a surprise, I was sure she was going to be a lesbian.” I soon learned, “Be careful what you think.” It turns out that Lisebeth returns to an old Eurasian flame from Hong Kong who is living in Sweden. Lis enjoys unfettered sex with the Chinese dyke who is a champion of the LGBTQRUSTUVWXUZ crowd. The dyke is also screwing (?) an older married woman whose husband travels a lot.
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The reader is treated to Lisebeth’s history of sex with Bloomqvist, who she apparently teamed up with in the first book in order to destroy some financial criminal. We then learn of Bloomqvist’s affair with Harriet, a rich widow whose uncle saved the magazine for which Bloomqvist writes. Harriet has had sex with only three men before meeting Bloomqvist; her father who she killed, her brother who she ran away from, and some good old fart who she married. He died and, well you know it just the thing for her to start an affair in her fifties with a man who must be about 20 years younger than she.
Harriet and Bloomqvist are part owners in a magazine which “exposes” wrongdoings of all those evildoers in Sweden. It just happens that their latest project is an expose’ on gangs, who fool silly girls from the Baltic States and Russia, into coming to Sweden and then force them into prostitution. More sex. Of course, the gangs are made up of males and the victims are all female. Oh, there is one exception, a transgender male/female who also abused those poor girls. Men-(even confused men) bad, women-good, or at least abused. Oh, and the bad police don’t try to do anything about breaking up the gangs.
I apologize if I go into too much detail here, but believe me the book is worse. I simply wanted to give the reader an idea of what this gem-of-a-book is actually like. It is a piece of trash.
Stieg Larsson must have been somewhat mentally deranged. He sees the world as one big caricature. Black and White. Those straight, white, rich males are the source of all evil. But the more deviant, mixed up, obnoxious and anti-social a character is, the more that character is a hero in Larsson’s bizarre universe.
While doing a little research on Larsson, I ran across a comment by one of his friends or colleagues who expressed doubt that Larsson had had the talent to write the series. I laughed at this, as this book is so bad that it would have taken little talent to write. I believe a more perceptive person would have asked, “Why would anyone wish to write such garbage?” If the answer isn’t, “For the money” then old Stieg must have been sicker than I thought.
I understand the books in this series have sold 80 million copies. Does this indicate the series was a big hit with the tattooed ugly girl crowd? I have neither the time nor inclination to do a survey and find out. What it does, clearly, indicate is that millions of people have extremely bad taste in “literature.” Anyone with even half a brain will avoid these books like the plague. “The Girl Who Played with Fire” is rubbish, which would be best put use as tender for an outdoor barbecue.
Kung Fu Zu is a conservative prognosticator who has traveled widely and lived outside the United States. He is a RWTWTTAAACV. (Right wing Texan with tendencies toward Alamo appreciation and Churchill veneration) • (274 views)