The third and the final book in Stieg Larsson’s Millennium trilogy, The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest, picks up right where The Girl Who Played With Fire left off. If you haven’t read part two, read it, don’t let spoilers spoil that for you.
I loved the trilogy partly because of the “Lisabeth Salander’s” character, partly of Mikael Blomkvist(a.k.a Kalle Bastard Blomkvist) , a middle-aged journalist who publishes Expo-like magazine called Millennium.
Each book in the TRIO is related to her and is titled according to her and the consequences she faces.
Salander, for me, is one of the fascinating character in modern day literature. She’s a sullen goth girl who is tech-savvy and also a pronounced hacker.
Because of her good deeds and bad, she kicked the so called “Hornet’s nest”.
Still Stieg Larsson, I consider, one of the best crime fiction writer in the modern century. His, “The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo” is an especially artful construction with its thriller intrigue. The way a reader meets Blomkvist when his professional reputation has been blotted by a libel verdict against him, and the way he, Blomqvist, and Salander fought back was the thriller-isque.
But book 3, looks like more of consolation, just give the story a happy-ending, though it was necessary, but the way it was written wasn’t well enough. The only problem I had with this final book of the series that she spends most of her time in hospital and then gets hurried into a courtroom as her trial begins. Larsson gets carried away sometimes. There were some poke holes. It could have been better. But it doesn’t matter in the end, NO BODY’s Perfetct! I had much fun reading this trilogy, and I am sure you will too. I am sad Larsson’s gone, and I hope nobody tries to pamper with the character of Lisabeth Salander.
Larsson was a Swedish journalist who edited a magazine called Expo, which was devoted to exposing racist and extremist organizations in his nativeland. In his spare time, he worked on a trilogy of crime thrillers, delivering them to his Swedish publisher in 2004. In November of that year, a few months before the first of these novels came out, he died of a heart attack. He was only 50, and he never got to see his books become enormous best sellers — first in Sweden and then, in translation, all over the globe.
Reading Larsson for me, is like I, myself, is the intriguer.