THE GIRL WITH ICE IN HER VEINS

Lisbeth Salander is back, and the body count is rising.

“The girl has an eye for things, the sort of intuition that strips those wolves to the bare skin. Fourteen years of experience have refined this ability to perfection.” Hacker and general mayhem agent Lisbeth Salander’s niece, a Sami teenager named Svala Hirak, has inadvertently gotten herself into a fix in a far-northern Swedish mining town, and Lisbeth is on the scene to help. At Lisbeth’s side, natch, is intrepid journalist Mikael Blomkvist, wrestling not just with evildoers but also with prostate cancer. The chief evildoer is a wheelchair-using (a sure sign of a villain in genre thrillers) tech billionaire (ditto) who’s looking to round out his portfolio with a mining claim, and he’s not at all shy of bumping off anyone who gets in his way. Svala, unfortunately, is tied up with an environmental group; coming over all Greta Thunberg, she tells a sneering interviewer, “We’re not an organization…but a loose grouping of people who want to safeguard the value of the natural world and human life.” Since our bad guy, Marcus Branco, doesn’t get around so easily, he employs a number of bad people to do his dirty work, one of whom, the Cleaner (“He is someone who is morally easy to criticize”), makes for the most effective character in Smirnoff’s rogues’ gallery. As the story unfolds, it turns out that Branco is after something that only Svala can provide; to get it, a fellow hacker must betray Lisbeth— never a good thing to do. The plot grinds along to an admittedly unexpected end, diverted frequently by the appearance of too many minor characters and too little dramatic tension. Still, Smirnoff has left room for a sequel, and one hopes it won’t be a further diminution of Stieg Larsson’s once-excellent series.

An overstuffed slog in the Salander saga.