Fact: Read This Book

Fiction: the tale told in Three Seconds didn't really happen

Fact: Three Seconds is a must-read thriller packed with explosive drama that is also an insightful character study and social commentary.

Thanks to Steig Larsson, the Swedish crime novel is in vogue these days. My local Barnes & Noble recently had a display of Henning Mankell works and Three Seconds is a popular library pick. Deservedly so. Not only is it a barn-burner with gripping action sequences, it also is a rich story that deals with weighty topics like identity and grief.

Piet Hoffman is a police informant who served time in prison on a drug charge. He is deep undercover in the Polish drug trade in Sweden. He keeps this a secret from his wife and two boys, aged 5 and 3. These two worlds collide when another police informant is murdered on Hoffman's watch during a drug sale. Hoffman needs his handler and the Swedish police to cover up his involvement in the murder lest the sting, which is reaching a critical stage, be blown.  

Threatening to gum up the works is the chief inspector assigned to the murder, Ewert Grens. He is still coping with the grief and guilt over the death of his wife, which he is responsible for. He is a dogged investigator gnawing on the case like a dog chews a bone. He persists to the breaking point, and of course, bulls his way to the truth, which runs to the highest levels of the Swedish justice system and goes well beyond the Hoffman case.

The most thrilling moments of the story are set in the maximum security prison that Hoffman infiltrates in order to take over the drug trade there. This is to be the capstone of the case against the mafia. Provided that Grens will let things rest.

Hoffman and Grens are flawed yet compelling characters. Hoffman is a former drug addict who plays his role as the informant too well. He is ruthless, cunning, and brutal. Offsetting this are tender moments with his family. He struggles mightily with this dichotomy, and his role as an informant seeps into his personal life. He wishes to tell his wife, which he eventually must do before he's arrested to get into the prison, but is afraid of the consequences. He rightfully believes he is betraying his family. He wonders who and what he is. His anxiety rises and rises until it reaches fever pitch.

Grens is obsessed with his grief and guilt over his wife's death. He spends time at the nursing home where she resided comatose until she died. He's afraid to visit her grave, which he's never done, and couldn't even attend her funeral. He sleeps on his office floor. He's gruff towards his colleagues and subordinates. Yet, he is likable, largely because we sympathize with him and feel the righteousness of his persistent investigation. We also respect his persistence and grow to like him as he begins to take steps to overcome his grief. Both he and Hoffman are deeply etched and sympathetic characters.

Three Seconds also poses the question of who's right: the officials who cover up the crimes committed during their investigations of the trades they are seeking to bust or the Grens of the world who seek to expose these crimes. I won't tell you which side the book comes down on. Suffice it to say that Three Seconds is a nuanced thriller that works on all levels, written by two people who know their stuff: a journalist and former drug addict. It's a worthy counterpart to Larsson's Millennium Trilogy.

Better Seen Than Heard

Rashard Mendenhall has apologized for explosive comments made Monday on Twitter about Bin Laden's death. It's certainly a well articulated apology, but it doesn't change what he said. Some of his more choice comments and my response:

"It's amazing how people can HATE a man they have never even heard speak. We've only heard one side." I guess we could start with the fact that he's responsible for the death of 3,000 people on 9/11 and that we don't really need to hear any more - though we have heard his side - but apparently he's not convinced that Bin Laden is behind 9/11:

"We'll never know what really happened. I just have a hard time believing a plane could take a skyscraper down, demolition style. ... I'm not convinced (bin Laden) was even behind the attacks. We have really seen no evidence to prove it other than the gov telling us." Apparently, he never saw the clips of two planes flying into the WTC and the buildings crumbling nor does he believe the people who were there. Nor does he seem to have heard that Bin Laden happily admitted he was behind the attacks: "I am the one in charge of the 19 brothers ... I was responsible for entrusting the 19 brothers ... with the raids."

All this from a man who compared the NFL to the slave trade in March:

"Anyone with knowledge of the slave trade and the NFL could say that these two parallel each other."

Perhaps I need to re-read the history books, but it's news to me that the slaves were paid exorbitantly well.

Often I believe that athletes (and most celebrities for that matter) are better seen than heard.

Never State The Obvious

In today's duh moment, we learn from the American Meterological Society that blue skies are good for pitchers and cloudy skies are good for batters. You think? Sad also that one of the co-authors did his Master's Thesis on this. How did he ever get approved for something so blatently obvious that it requires no study, just plain commonsense?

Mad Mel Gibson

From the New York Post's review of Mel Gibson's new flick, "Leave It to Beaver:" "Mad Mel Gibson, as a depressed man struggling with serious mental problems." I choose to see it differently: Mad Mel Gibson, as a loud-mouth, anti-Semitic actor struggling with serious mental problems.