The Jealousy Man: From the Sunday Times No.1 bestselling king of gripping twists

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Abstenerse lectores de historias fáciles, los relatos no lo son, el autor parte, en cada relato, de un total caos literario en el que poco o nada tiene sentido para el lector, para después, brillantemente ir poniendo luz en cada historia. Si quieres enterarte desde el principio de lo que está pasando, si no quieres o no tienes tiempo para prestar mucha atención, no es tu libro. Each of these stories could be a primer in the seven deadly sins, as it seems Nesbø focuses on a different one in each tale. He divides the pieces into different subcategories, and you will understand why once you read them all." Jo Nesbø is one of my favourite authors and the quality of his writing is apparent in many of these but not all in my opinion. I definitely prefer his full length novels all of which I highly rate. However, this is very different collection with some unusual plots and so if you enjoy short stories then you may like this. The chocolate spins round four times when I pull on the ends of the wrapper. I remove the silver foil, fold it four times, run a fingernail over the folds and put it on the coffee table. Then I close my eyes and pop the chocolate into my mouth. Holy Communion. The absolution of sins. You’re thinking she wasn’t the type to take her own life. And you’re absolutely right. Don’t ask me how, officer, but I know she was murdered.’

Nesbo nos trae varios cuentos, unos cortos y otros no tanto, que tienen como eje central los celos y el poder, sobre todo los celos masculinos. Y lo hace con la puesta en escena y los elementos de la novela negra, de la que sin duda es gran maestro. Historias para disfrutar y para reflexionar, incluso a veces verse reflejado en los sentimientos de los personajes y acabar preguntándote si, por miserable que sea lo que sucede, tu no hubieras hecho lo mismo....I put down my coffee cup and take a Twist from the dish of chocolates. Coconut. Not my favourite, but perfectly acceptable. A veritable crime lover’s delight from a true master of mystery and suspense. Experience the #1 New York Timesbest-selling author as never before in this dark and thrilling short story collection that takes us on a journey of twisted minds and vengeful hearts. Una vez más voy a diferir de las corriente generalizada de opiniones sobre este libro: a mi me ha parecido una puñetera maravilla. And yet I’ve never been jealous of Henrik Bakke. Isn’t that funny? At least not in the sense of hating him or having a grudge against him. I think the way I looked at it was that he was just another guy same as me, he loved Simone more than anything else on earth. I actually thought of him more as someone in the same boat as me than as a rival.’ Ovo je njegova prva zbirka kratkih priča, od kojih su neke doslovno kratke - tek desetak ili dvadesetak stranica, dok su druge nešto duže i opširnije, poput naslovnog Stručnjaka za ljubomoru, koji je najduža priča u zbirci.

She said. As though it was one of her father’s subsidiary companies and not a marriage she was talking about. Naturally, I had been much too proud to even look at her list. Too hurt to take anything at all from the overgrown villa in Vinderen where we had shared both the good and – the way I remembered it – the very few bad days.

In “London,” the standout first story in “Part One – Jealousy,” we have a mental showdown between two characters who are found aboard a plane together. A man and a woman are seated on the flight, not by accident, and I had to grin when one of them refers to the Patricia Highsmith classic, STRANGERS ON A TRAIN. One claims to be petrified of flying, while the other confesses to hoping the plane crashes because they want to die. Are we being victimized by an unreliable narrator, or is something entirely different going on? The dialogue is so razor-sharp that you simply will not have time to think too deeply about the characters. You just want to find out if they both make it to London alive. The writing is typical Nesbø, which, for those who have read some of his work, will know is steeped in symbolism and a deeper analysis of the emotional being. Hidden meanings and ideas permeate the narrative, such that the reader may play close attention to get all that Nesbø presents in his writing. With stories that vary in length, it is even more important to pay attention, as there are times when a piece is over before it really begins, meaning the reader will miss what is being presented. This collection is divided into two sections – Jealousy and Power – and as I typically find when I read collections of short stories I definitely liked some more than others. The stories are dark and they include morally grey characters, which I loved. And none of them ended the way I expected to them…they are filled with great twists that really keep you guessing the entire time as to where it is heading, no matter how long each story is. Me gustó que dentro de todo dio la sensación que los relatos eran crueles (siempre habían asesinatos de por medio), pero tenían un tono de esperanza y de bondad mezclada con toda la crueldad detrás. Además, a pesar de lo frustrante que podían llegar a ser por ciertas injusticias la mayoría tuvo un final que dejaba una sensación de satisfacción por el desenlace que tomaba la historia. Me gusta la serie de Harry Hole, pero admito que no le tenía mucha fe a estos relatos por algún motivo. Sin embargo, la verdad es que me han sorprendido, los disfruté mucho y varios me parecieron excelentes. La temática de los primeros siete es sobre los celos y lo lejos que estos pueden llevarnos, el cómo nos convertimos en otras personas al sentirlos y el daño que pueden llegar a causar. La segunda mitad va sobre el poder, sobre cómo corrompe y los que lo tienen lo usan a su favor de forma egoísta sin pensar en los demás.

Simone loved chocolates. Especially Twist. Every Saturday when I did the shopping at Kiwi I used to buy a big bag of them. It was one of our few routines. It was a sort of anchor in a life based on opportunism, whims, the occasional evening meal together and, as a rule, waking up in the same bed. We blamed our jobs, and I believed that everything would be different once we had a child. That would bring us together. A child. I remember how shaken she was the first time I brought it up. Quite a paradox, isn’t it? I never did get round to sending in those divorce papers, so Simone and I were still man and wife when she died. That makes me the sole heir, officer. So if it really was Henrik Bakke who killed her, what that means is that the man who stole the love of my life from me has made me a millionaire. Me. How’s that for one of life’s little ironies?’Confesión y Odd fueron mis favoritos de la primera parte. Confesión es interesante en su construcción, la voz narrativa del protagonista el cómo va hilando sus pensamientos y el cómo se ve arrastrado en confesar lo que hizo. Es predecible, sí, pero el cómo estuvo contado fue lo mejor. Por otro lado, con Odd no me vi venir el final, creo que es el que tenía menos marcado la temática de los celos de este grupo, era más sobre la vida del autor, el costo de este "genio creativo" y el precio por ser capaz de escribir lo que se quiere escribir. Por último, El pendiente, no me resultó tan predecible como los otros, similar a los relatos mencionados lo más interesante tenía que ver con la narración del protagonista y el cómo hiló sus pensamientos para llegar a un desenlace que no se veía venir tan claro. I can feel the springs beneath the sofa cover against my thighs. An old rococo sofa, her style. Had he had her on this sofa, her new guy, the architect? He moved in just a few weeks after I moved out. For all I know he was screwing her on the sofa while I was still living in the house. The officer doesn’t ask me to explain what I mean when I say I know what they’re thinking, so I go ahead on my own initiative: This architect, Henrik Bakke, I don’t know how she met him. She always said she met him after I moved out, and at first I believed her. But friends have told me how naive I was, pointing out that the guy moved in almost immediately. Before my side of the bed was even cold, as one of my friends put it. And yet, officer – and I know this may sound strange – it’s actually a sort of comfort to know that it was her feelings for someone else that ruined everything for us. That what Simone and I had wasn’t the kind of thing that just burns itself out of its own accord. That it took love to conquer love.’ You found those little bottles of cyanide solution in the cellar, didn’t you, officer?’ The chocolate melts on my tongue, and I can feel the hard centre against my soft palate. ‘One was missing. I took that with me when I was thrown out. Not really sure why. I was pretty far down, maybe I had some idea of doing away with myself. You make hydrocyanic acid from cyanide, but you probably know that?’ The officer has slumped deeper into the armchair. Not surprising really; so far I’ve said nothing of interest to the investigation. But he shows no sign of wanting to stop me either.