
By H.K. Fauskanger
The year is 1905, Norway is in the process of seceding from Sweden, and secret negotiations are being conducted to avoid war. At the prime minister’s office in the Norwegian capital, Oskar Brattenschlag is the assistant of the prime minister’s secretary, Calmeyer. But war is not the only threat. One evening, there's a knock on Brattenschlag's door. As he opens he finds an unknown man on the stairs, collapsed and dying. The man mumbles ‘The handing over was unsuccessful. Inform Calmeyer.’ He then draws a swastika in blood and expires. In his hand he holds a page of the handwritten Gothic bible Codex Argenteus.
Brattenschlag is immediately embroiled in a bloody mystery that includes vanished runic inscriptions, the beginnings of Nazism and something or someone that does not flinch from taking life in order to gain desired aims and conceal identity.
The Mark of Shame is historical crime, and probably my favourite this spring. It has a delightful cast of characters, a mystery connected to esoteric circles and ancient manuscripts, created by a writer who knows exactly what he is doing.
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