I'm a happy fangirl
As Wallander his acting has always been pretty special, but in person, on the stage, he's really, really impressive. I so enjoyed this play: it was a lot funnier than I was expecting it to be, and has suspense, drama... everything. And Krister is awesome in it. He fully deserved the five-minute ovation at the end, even though he seemed slightly surprised and embarrassed at the adulation coming his way. He may be one of Sweden's most respected actors, but he's also pretty humble and down to earth.
More about the evening on my Tumblr.
Afterwards I got to meet him by the stage door, along with some of his other fans, mainly Swedish expats. He spent a while talking and signing autographs, and having his picture taken, and was a real gentleman. In person, he's lovely, and I'm so glad. I'm so glad that I got to meet one of my heroes and that he was every bit as awesome as he seems on TV.
Lovely, isn't he? :)
Pictures and words
I've posted some of the pictures at my Tumblr blog, and a good few on Panoramio. The hard task now is deciding which I want to have printed for my walls. This is a strong contender:

as well as this:

Ultimately, though, it's just lovely to have so many reminders of a great trip. I hope I'll be back there soon!
It's been good to get through all the photos, but now I really need to get back to writing. I've signed up to pimp my beloved fandom on
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Fanfic roundup
In the meantime, for easy access, I'm going to post links to the fics I have so far, so read on!
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In appreciation of Johanna Sällström

Mari Jungstedt and the Unkillable Author Avatars
Gotland is a beautiful, peaceful island, marred (if Jungstedt is to be believed) only by the ocassional brutal murder. Knutas is a highly functional individual, as are most of his team, and while I really like the noir-ness of Wallander it's refreshing sometimes to come across a protagonist whose life is not a depressing mess.
So what's the problem, then?
Apart from the fact that, compared with writers like Henning Mankell and Arnaldur Indriðason, some of Jungstedt's writing feels like noir-lite, the main flaw in her work is her insistence on inserting into her stories two of the most unlikeable author avatars I have ever met. First of all we have the ladies' man, Stockholm journalist Johan Berg. Then we have the vaguely neurotic teacher Emma Winarve. In the first novel of the series, Unseen, Johan is a TV news journalist sent to Visby by his irritating boss to investigate a series of violent murders of women. It's not surprising that Jungstedt would choose a journalist as her author avatar, as you tend to write about what you know, but there's so much description of how a TV newsroom works and how to be a journalist that it derails the narrative a bit. However, it gets worse when he meets Emma, who
In the next book, Unspoken, they're back again, derailing what is actually a very compelling plot and providing distraction and annoyance all round. Emma finds out she's pregnant and wants Johan to give her some space so she can decide what to do, Johan agrees, then turns up at her house anyway. In the middle of a family meal. Despite the fact that she's asked him not to contact her for a month. Sigh. Then they turn up again in the next novel. And the one after that, and the one after that, and so on. I had to stop reading after the third, as I was getting tired of their constant intrusions. The flat affect of the prose and the added-on angst were also not helping, nor was the standard of the translation, which is diabolical.
Quite what Emma's appeal to Jungstedt is, I can't quite figure out. She obviously identifies closely with her for some reason, but I'm sure that the real life Mari Jungstedt is a much more pleasant person than Emma appears to be. Emma is self-centred, whiny, clingy and, for a teacher, not very smart. For some reason, though, Johan (and Jungstedt, for that matter) finds her fascinating and can't get her out of his head. He's no great prize either. I may have described him elsewhere as charisma-free. Quite why Emma is so taken with him is something of a mystery to me, I'm afraid. He too is self-centred and lacking in insight. He butts into the police investigations, yet somehow gets away with it, whereas in real life he'd probably have been hauled over the coals by the authorities. He knows Emma is married and needs to think of her kids when she's deciding whether to commit to him, but he can't give her the space she needs to make the decision. Taken individually, each of these characters is irritating. Together they're actually a little nauseating.
The worst of it is, had they both been bumped off at the end of book one, nothing would have been lost from subsequent books. In fact, if they were removed from the stories there would be an instant improvement. Fewer narrative derailments. Less needless angst. More time spent with Detective Knutas, who actually is a likeable and interesting character. The fact that they keep turning up again when they're really not needed points to them being Jungstedt's favourites; characters that she just can't bear to be separated from. A lot of beginning writers do this. Hell, a lot of experienced writers do it too, but they tend to be able to get away with it more because they can create likeable or at least interesting characters. Although Jungstedt has been doing this for ten years, I understand she's still primarily a journalist – and unfortunately it shows.
I would really like to enjoy this series of books more, as there are also a lot of positives about the stories, Unspoken in particular being a compelling and thought-provoking study of how vulnerable young people can be victimised. But I just can't get past these two characters, or indeed the clunkiness of the translation, which makes everything even worse. However, for my own writing, I now have more of an idea of how not to create readable characters. And it begins with not having them derail the plot every chapter or two.
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Whereas I might have been willing to give the Branagh adaptations a try (in spite of their liberal interpretation of the books), the Hiddleston fangirls that have overrun that corner of the fandom have completely put me off. It's telling that an awful lot of the Tom Hiddleston stuff that I see thrown around is also from the other things he has appeared in, like The Avengers, but still ends up tagged with "Wallander" and "Magnus Martinsson". (As an aside, I think I actually prefer him as the unpleasant Loki than as the BBC's grossly inaccurate portrayal of Martinsson, but that's still not saying much.) He gets a disproportionate amount of attention because he's young and (apparently some people's idea of) pretty. But I still don't get what's supposed to be so damn attractive about the guy, and I guess I never will.
On another note, the "Martinsson" he plays is NOT the Martinsson of the novels, who is a married family man. He begins the series as a young offcer, but over the course of the books he ages, has several children and in Firewall even
I put it to you, then, that "Magnus Martinsson" is an impostor. Just an irreverent thought!
It's not all bad on Tumblr, though. I found this nice picture of Krister Henriksson and Henning Mankell on set together. There are also some really pretty pictures of Ystad. And once I get on Tumblr and start spamming it with Swedish Wallander all will be right with the world! >:-D
The Day After
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Damn it, E. L. James!!
And now a palate cleanser:

Now that is a beautiful man.
D'oh...
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Five First Dates - Dates Four and Five, and the Epilogue
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Five First Dates: Date Three
It took a lot of persuading from Linda for Wallander to agree to go on another date after the debacle he had had with Agata. It was three weeks before his colleagues at the station had stopped sniggering and teasing him about it. Even Chief Holgersson, who he had expected to take a dim view of his date with a suspect, had stifled a smile or two during her rather excruciating interrogation of him. He wasn't ready to trawl the newspaper for another potential train wreck of a date.
In the event, though, it was an acquaintance who had set him up on a blind date with a woman who was, apparently, the "perfect match" for him. Beautiful, intelligent, not too young but not too old either: she sounded too good to be true. Wallander was sceptical, but secretly curious about this woman. In his experience there was always a catch with a woman that perfect.
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Five First Dates: Date Two
Date two, in which all Hell breaks loose.
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Five First Dates: Date One
“Who wants an aging policeman anyway?” he thought. It had mainly been his daughter Linda’s idea to answer the advert in the Personals section of the paper. Given his own previous experience with such things he could be forgiven for feeling sceptical.
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Stefan's Renaissance
**Spoiler alert!!!** Towards the end of the episode Stefan shoots himself because of the dark secret he's been carrying and its consequences. I found this quite upsetting, not least because he's my favourite character. Because I wasn't ready to say goodbye to him yet, I wrote this story, which creates an alternative reality in which he doesn't die, and actually has to come to terms with what's happened in his life.
I had the gun to my head and I was waiting for the resolve to pull the trigger. You see, I didn’t shoot him. He shot me, but I didn’t return the favour. And when I crawled out of that animal’s hole, Roffe, that even bigger animal followed in my tracks. He fired the gun, then came to screw with my head.
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The Magpies of Ystad
A little story that kind of leads on from an incident in "Stefan's Day". Light and humourous, not too serious.
The first thing that was noticed to have disappeared was a large number of shopping trolleys belonging to one of Ystad’s supermarkets. The duty manager had no idea where, or even how, they could have gone. One day they had been there, the next they weren’t.
Kurt Wallander’s first priority was not shopping trolleys. He had serious crimes to solve, and Chief Holgersson to keep happy. The force’s annual performance reviews were coming up and there were a great number of far more pressing things to do than look for a hundred shopping trolleys that, for all he knew, the supermarket staff had probably misplaced themselves.
If it had just been the missing shopping trolleys nobody would have given the odd business a second thought. It would have been chalked up to carelessness, or the work of shiftless young boys with nothing better to do. But when other things began to go missing, everybody in the town soon knew about it. And everybody in town was soon outraged by it.
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One day I'll actually write that novel...
However, writing fanfics has helped kick-start my creative brain again and I'm now developing a new idea for a possibly novel-length story set in Sweden and possibly Norway. Now, I know the conventional wisdom is to "write what you know", but sometimes writing about what you don't know makes for better results, as it forces you to research your subject more, so I think I could pull it off. My Wallander fanfics are already set in Sweden and I have a great interest in Scandinavian life and culture, which also helps.
In the end, I just enjoy writing. It evidently meets some need somewhere. All I have to do is keep coming up with coherent ideas. Easier said than done...
Stefan's Day: A Wallander Fanfic
The moment the alarm goes off I know it’s going to be one of those days. I flail at it to shut it up, and roll on my back with a long, discontented groan. It can’t be that time already.
Unfortunately, a glance at the clock says that yup, it is, and it has come round even quicker than usual as I have only managed half a night’s sleep. The bust last night kept us all away from our beds for far too long. I eventually got home 3:30 this morning and who knows when Kurt got back to his place. However, it was worth it. We nailed those scumbags, caught them bang to rights. The thought sends an adrenaline jolt right through me.
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