Upon completing this book, I rated it three stars. After a month’s time and much thought, I cannot say that I really liked it all that much. I’ve decided to drop my rating to two stars, and here’s why:
I was nowhere near as impressed with Nemesis as I was Harry Hole’s previous outing, The Redbreast. This one was nothing more than your average detective/bank heist story. The emotional impact of the tale did not match the previous installment either. But I think I mostly didn’t care for this story because I called all the twists toward the beginning of the book: both the true bank robber’s identity and motives, and what really happened to Harry’s love interest. The way the story was handled and the order of character introductions spoiled the read for me because everything seemed so goddamn obvious. The chassis this book is built on is cookie-cutter at best.
Still, the book was well-translated, and the prose flowed like Fro-Yo. Nesbø stays true to the character of Harry, and the leaps of logic in getting to the true criminals were not so bad that my suspension of belief suffered a collapse.
I am looking forward to the conclusion of this loose trilogy involving Harry and Waaler, and hoping a certain someone gets what’s coming to him. Because, if I’m honest, it’s the only reason I’m going to read the next book.
In summation: If you do not mind the cookie-cutter plot and the poorly executed character intros, you should enjoy yourself. You’ll likely not remember this book in a month’s time, but it will be fun while it lasts.
Final Judgment: I have all the disappointment.