Despite my recent weariness of detective stories (Whatever some may say in the matter, there is no denying nor escaping the clichés and predictabilities that predominate in the genre) I must confess some of them make for a relaxing read.
Especially when they are fairly clever, like this one.
French fearlessly broaches the subject of social injustice, not all that common in whodunits (and not to be mixed up with whining about modern society - Yes, Mankell, I'm addressing you.)
The one stereotype French does not manage to steer clear of is the abused, loose-cannon, self-destructive policeman. I do believe Mankell's Wallander created a damning precedent there.