The Man from Beijing, by Henning Mankel

Bleak, dark, depressing, and violent Scandanavian noir with very little to redeem it. I am really surprised that this got such rave reviews, but there it is. Implausibly tying together Swedish immigrants and Chinese railroad workers in 1800s America, horrible people doing horrible things to each other lead to a slaughter in a tiny Swedish village in the present day. Judge Birgitta Roslin, who is related by adoption to one of the victims, improbably pieces together the mystery of who was behind all the killing, and odd set pieces in Copenhagen, Zimbabwe, and Beijing suggest that Mankell believes that China is about to set to exporting people to Zimbabwe (?) which, for all I know, they might be. This book didn't make me care.