That he died in 2020 aged 68.) Unfortunately, I found The Cats
(At least it led to a successful writing career, I'll give it Was Grønmark 's debut novel, and I guess he simply didn't have theĬhops yet. Previous Grønmark books I've read, The Surrogate and Childmare, were more entertaining, written with a bit more skill and conviction. I did like the guy who tries in vain to fight back against the beasts with acid, is still overwhelmed, and croaks, as his last words, "Oh well, you can't win 'em all." He simply keeps the narrative going faster and faster but with diminishing results, I mean I've kind of already forgotten the specifics of the climax, such as it is, and the cute yet utter by-the-numbers final paragraphs fail to surprise. Prose is competent, serviceable, but lacking any real juice. There's little spark in the proceedings, not even anything but the most workmanlike approach to feline slaughter.
Despite several vivid attacks early on, Grønmark doesn't seem to have much energy to inject his tale with anything but the driest essentials. But that's not what this book is or wants to be.
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