The Invisible Man from Salem by Christoffer Carlsson

Similar in tone to last year’s hit The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair (both books were written by authors young enough to fill this reviewer with some jealousy), The Invisible Man from Salem has a skilled yet youthful feel to it that never detracts from an unnerving and deadly tale. Suspended police officer Leo Junker is spending his days feeling increasingly bitter and abusing a variety of substances when a murder takes place right at the bottom of his building – a young woman is shot cleanly in the head and left on her bed with a necklace in her hand. And while he has no idea who the woman is, the necklace she holds is something entirely familiar – and it takes Leo back to his tumultuous teenage years and a splintered friendship that ended in tragedy.

Junker is an enthralling character to follow – rightly angry at the organisation that threw him to the wolves, but desperate to be back there and doing something, anything, but hanging out in his favourite bar and going on uncomfortable visits back to his family in Salem, the town he left behind. The dead woman on the bottom floor put the spotlight on him – again – but revisiting his damaged past may not do anything but cause him pain, especially when Junker is seemingly more at home surrounded by obviously dubious types than the moral people who continue to let him down. This is a gripping and highly enjoyable read with the kind of unreliable hero you can’t help but follow desperately, excitedly around.


Fiona Hardy