Book: The Woman Inside
Author: M.T. Edvardsson
Publisher: Celadon
Year: 2023
Rating: 2.5 out of 5 stars

Synopsis: “Bill Olson, recently widowed, is desperate to provide for his daughter, Sally. Struggling to pay rent, he welcomes a lodger in to their home : Karla, a law student and aspiring judge who works as a housekeeper to make ends meet. Her clients are the Rytters, and incredibly wealthy couple who hide behind closed doors. The wife is ill and hasn’t left the house in months. The husband is controlling and obsessive. Is he just a worried husband, concerned for his wife’s health? Or is there something more sinister at play?
As bill’s situation becomes more dire, Karla is forced to make a difficult choice. And when the Rytters wind up dead and Karla is pulled in for questioning, she’s made to defend some parts of her past she’d rather nor resist.
Every person in The Woman Inside is hiding something, but could any of them really have been driven to kill?”

Review: I had high hopes for The Woman Inside as I really enjoy the nordic noir genre, however this was not the “super well composed chamber drama” I was promised from the back of the book reviews. The Woman Inside is a slow moving study in right and wrong, the legal system, and what justice might really look like outside of theory. For that reason, I found the book interesting, because I do believe that justice, like ethics, comes down to moment-by-moment decisions, particularly where every day true crime is concerned. Unfortunately, The Woman Inside has nothing more to offer than just that, a glimpse as what justice might look like when it tragedy and drama plays out in our every day lives.

The Woman Inside jumps back and forth between a few narrators, each with a different perspective and connection to the victims, unraveling the crime as the book progresses. It offers a unique perspective in this way, as we can see how the faulty justice each character creates is justified in their own minds, something I believe reads true to reality. The bummer of it all, though, is that while this may be true to real life and offer a realistic picture of individual justice, it’s just…boring. I’ve found myself a bit uninterested in writing a review for this book because I finished it and was simply bored. I kept going over and over the book, not in the way you chew on a good book for a long time after you’ve finished reading it, but in the way you chew on a bad book, hoping desperately to find some hidden meaning you might have missed; something that will tie it all together and make it more worthwhile, the “aha! there it is!” moment. The Woman Inside did not offer any part of that for me, no matter how many times I went over it in my head, I came back with the same conclusion: it’s boring.

The story, in my mind, was not begging to be told. There wasn’t anything about it that drove me to want to know more, to want to know who did it, or why. It was just a story about miserable people justifying the unethical things they do, like begging people for money just to squander it on a gambling addiction, like pretending that your daughter is your whole world but doing the bare minimum to provide for her, like stealing from your employer because your roommate has manipulated you into thinking that they’re strapped for cash (and they are because they keep gambling it away). There’s so much deceit and manipulation through the entire book, and you might think that the lies and drama would make for a book that you can’t put down, but a page-turner it is not.

Advice: I wanted to write a longer a review, I mean a couple paragraphs? It’s not much. But this book isn’t it for me. It’s boring, it’s slow moving, it doesn’t hit you the way a nordic noir does, with grit and intensity and a need to keep reading. If that’s what you’re after, there are a plethora of amazing nordic noirs out there, I’d chose from any of them before I’d read anything further from Edvardsson.