Thirty Days of Darkness

Thirty Days of Darkness

by Jenny Lund Madsen

Narrated by Diana Croft

Unabridged — 13 hours, 8 minutes

Thirty Days of Darkness

Thirty Days of Darkness

by Jenny Lund Madsen

Narrated by Diana Croft

Unabridged — 13 hours, 8 minutes

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Overview

Copenhagen author Hannah is the darling of the literary community and her novels have achieved massive critical acclaim. But nobody actually reads them, and frustrated by writer's block, Hannah has the feeling that she's doing something wrong. When she expresses her contempt for genre fiction, Hanna is publicly challenged to write a crime novel in 30 days. Scared that she will lose face, she accepts, and her editor sends her to Húsafjöður; a quiet, tight-knit village in Iceland, filled with colourful local characters - for inspiration. But two days after her arrival, the body of a fisherman's young son is pulled from the water. . . and what begins as a search for plot material quickly turns into a messy and dangerous investigation that threatens to uncover secrets that put everything at risk. . . including Hannah.

Editorial Reviews

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"Hannah is as fascinating as the mystery she uncovers. . . . Set during a bleak Icelandic autumn, the compelling mystery novel Thirty Days of Darkness concerns family secrets and forbidden love." —Foreword Reviews starred review

"This is a real treat. Witty, dark, meta, ingenious and hugely compelling. LOVED the Icelandic setting and satirical observations. EXCELLENT." —Will Dean, author of Dark Pines & Wolf Pack.

"I loved it! Dark and atmospheric. I found it a bleak and beautiful evocation of Iceland, and Hannah is a pitch-perfect depiction of the bombastic neurosis that we writers know so very well, on top of which the mystery of the murder that pulled me in from the start." —Harriet Tyce, author of Blood Orange.

"Wit and originality make it a joy to read."—Crime Book of the Month

"A most entertaining debut ... a thoroughly enjoyable read, in the style of Murder She Wrote Goes All-Out Nordic and with the added spice of literary characters at sea in a word of crime." —Crime Time

"The suspense builds throughout the novel as Hannah discovers more hidden secrets, building to a reveal that is both unexpected and brilliant. So dark, so atmospheric, so funny and so very tense. This is the perfect balance of murder, mayhem and humour."—NFOP Magazine

"With a wonderful love to hate central character – Hannah is a prickly, judgmental alcoholic with poor impulse control – this is an original and thoroughly enjoyable treat."—The Guardian

"An engaging murder story that involves all the elements often associated with the genre (red herrings, plot twists, quirky characters), but also incorporates a meta-aspect as it is a narrative centered around the struggles of an author who is fighting to write a crime novel within a limited period of time."—Tap the Line Magazine

"Dark and atmospheric … a bleak and beautiful evocation of Iceland, and Hannah is a pitch-perfect depiction of the bombastic neurosis that we writers know so very well."—Harriet Tyce, Author of Blood Orange

Thirty Days of Darkness
is one of the 14 best crime books of 2023 at The Times

"Caustically funny." Thirty Days of Darkness is one of the best crime and thrillers of 2023 at The Guardian.

Product Details

BN ID: 2940160636092
Publisher: Oakhill Publishing
Publication date: 05/25/2023
Edition description: Unabridged
Sales rank: 1,047,352

Read an Excerpt

The baggage carousel kicks into motion, alerting those awaiting their suitcases with a mechanical click, promising an imminent reunion between them and their luggage. People swarm around the mouth of the belt as it spits out each bag at an unpredictable pace. Hannah waits in solitary dignity away from the epicentre – why don’t people realise the belt carries the luggage all the way round, and that it may, therefore, be beneficial to spread out a bit? For God’s sake, that’s what it’s bloody designed for. With her arms folded across her chest, she observes the other passengers: what exactly does that achieve? What are they afraid of? That someone else is going to run off with their copy-and-paste suitcases full of their dirty laundry? 

They have travelled through the morning together, flown alongside the retreating darkness, and an hour back in time. An almost poetic, collective experience, in a way. One of those rare circumstances that makes Hannah feel like part of a group: All of us together, high above the Earth, and if we were to fall out of the sky, we would die together. Hannah finds the idea of a collective death mollifying. But here they all are, her fellow passengers, alive and safe, hovering around the conveyor belt like hyenas surrounding a dead animal. The sense of community dissipates entirely as they fight for their luggage.

She drags her black suitcase toward the exit, its one broken wheel screeching behind her as it tries to pull off to the right. She should’ve replaced the suitcase many trips ago. Hannah looks around, tries to get an impression of Iceland thus far – the airport doesn’t seem all that different to Denmark’s. Or from any other airport anywhere else, for that matter: stone, metal, glass. All neatly arranged. Perhaps that’s why all arrival gates look the same; so you can’t tell what country you’re in. Maybe it’s meant to give the impression of a smooth transition: a few hours ago, you were in another country, far away, and now you’re here, yet it looks the same. A kind of deception; the human brain couldn’t keep up with the change without it. Or maybe it’s because most travellers are xenophobic. Hannah notices, however, that the neutrality here at Keflavík, Iceland’s national airport, is offset by a few ultranationalist symbols in the duty-free shop: flags of Iceland, souvenirs, chocolates shaped like famous Icelandic buildings and postcards with turf cabins and waterfalls. Icelandic vodka, Icelandic sweets. Who, hand on their heart, actually has use for a cap with horns bearing the Icelandic flag? Hannah peers in as she walks by: American tourists. She feels something icy run down her side from her right armpit. Cold sweat. She can’t get out of the floodgates of Keflavík airport fast enough – with one last hard tug, she forces her suitcase back on track and hopes that her host for the month, Ella, is waiting on the other side of those doors, as Bastian has promised.

Outside the arrivals hall, Hannah regrets, for the third time, taking on this project. She’s done two rounds of the car park with her dying suitcase in tow and smoked two slow cigarettes in front of the entrance – their meeting point. But no Ella. Hannah shuffles back, further under the roof, and looks up at the sky. Various shades of grey and about to rain. And she’s not convinced that the air is anywhere near as fresh as she was promised. Where is Ella? Hannah has a sudden, nerve-racking thought: what if there is no Ella? What if there is no writing retreat set up for her – it was all just a ruse to lure her up here, so Bastian could finally get rid of her? No, he wouldn’t do that. Ella’s probably just had a heart attack and died on her way here. She is an older woman, after all. Oh, fuck. What if she is lying lifeless in a ditch? With frozen fingers, she fumbles around with her lighter and inhales the smoke of another cigarette deep into her lungs, holds it there a moment and exhales. She contemplates a curious, colourful sculpture made of steel and glass across the car park. The artwork tilts to the side a bit, unfinished at the top, as if it’s trying to stretch up to heaven, but chooses not to at the last minute. It’s not too late to turn around. Icelandair runs a shuttle service, maybe she can hop on the same flight she arrived on? Maybe she’d even get the same seat.

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