This is the second of the Wallander-novels - and my first Wallander, so I can't compare it to the others in the series - but I really enjoyed this detective. At least in [The Dogs of Riga] Wallander is surprisingly vulnerable - with chest pains and bowel problems - a distaste for police work and a misanthropic nature. And the case he's thrown into gets him quickly out of his comfort zone - a trip to Riga where he's powerless most of the time and has to rely on his instinct rather than facts. It's not even the case that drives him at last but a vague love for a women he hardly knows. And when hailed as a sharp detective he brushes it of because he feels like a complete failure. I like the mood of despair and disillusionment that pervades the novel. The case itself adds to the feeling of uncertainty and a life filled with grey areas - police corruption and political instability where one does not know whom the enemy is. I want to spend more time with Wallander. No doubt about it.