The literary agent in Marian Keyes’ ‘The Woman Who Stole My Life’ said: give them ‘more of the same’. That’s exactly what Jonasson did, more (feels like a lot more) of the same as in ‘The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared’ just not so lightly absurd anymore, instead a bit heavy, like elephant in a tutu.
The characters are a similarly accidental assembly of improbable people in improbable place. The story is even more unreal that in the previous book. Language stays the same, but because of that it is boring. Dialogues and characters a built in the same way.

I’m going to stop now, before I write ‘the same’ again.

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