I can promise you one thing; my days of making snowmen are over. No more! Winter isn’t far away and if one of my neighbours decides to build a snowman in our quiet, secluded street, I’m booking the first flight to Barbados and running! I’m not kidding; this is one hell of a creepy crime thriller! – They don’t have snow in Barbados do they?
Psychologically it scared me to death; I guess it had the desired effect!
“We’re going to die” a young lad proclaims in the back of his mother’s car.
Jo Nesbo’s “The Snowman” is without doubt one the best books I’ve ever read, it has everything. A tight storyline; electrifying pace and imaginative prose; all morphing together to produce a magnificent on the edge of your seat Norwegian thriller. You won’t know who to trust!
I read The Snowman a few years ago and thought I’d revisit the book now that Tomas Alfredson’s movie of the same name has hit our screens. Starring Michael Fassbender and Rebecca Ferguson I had great expectations.
Soon the first snow will come. And then he will appear again. The Snowman. And when the snow has gone, he will have taken someone else. What you should ask yourself is this; “Who made the snowman”? Who makes snowmen? Who gave birth to the Murris? For the Snowman doesn’t know.
Jonas wakes to a house filled with silence. His father left the night before to catch an overnight flight and when he went to bed he only had his mother and a snowman in the garden for company – A creepy snowman he hadn’t built. He cries out for his mother but when no one answers he walks out into the garden; the snowman is there and so is the pink scarf he gave his mother for Christmas. His mother is missing.
Comparing the book and movie is difficult but think chalk and cheese – they don’t go. The movie is such a disappointment, it went nowhere, lacked any direction or tension. There were no scary points in the film, it didn’t make me jump and even the death scenes lacked any punch. Universal Pictures who distributed the film definitely missed a trick here. They had every chance of building a terrific Harry Hole franchise but with this, arguably the strongest – for me at least – Jo Nesbo book, there’s nowhere to go. Only time will tell if they produce another.
The book on the other hand is magnificent and filled from cover to cover with explosive tension.
My Final Thoughts
Buy the book but leave the movie, it’s not even worth a rental unless you want to see some breathtaking Norwegian landscape and scenery – now that was magnificent!