In the canon
Jar City
- Form
- Form Novel
- Year
- Year 2000
- Originally in
- Originally in Icelandic
- Pages
- Pages 270
Three words on a scrap of paper, left on the body of an old man in a basement flat in Reykjavík: "I am him." The rain does not let up for the length of Jar City, and Inspector Erlendur, tired, divorced, with a daughter drifting through the city's drug dens, walks through it toward a crime forty years cold. In the dead man's desk lies a photograph of a little girl's grave.
Stories about me and you. You keep the whole secret and can call it up whenever you want. A Jar City for the whole nation.
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