The Land of Dreams
Publication Year: 2013
Winner of the Riverton Prize for best Norwegian crime novel and named by Dagbladet as one of the top twenty-five Norwegian crime novels of all time, The Land of Dreams is the chilling first installment in Vidar Sundstøl’s critically acclaimed Minnesota Trilogy, set on the rugged north shore of Lake Superior and in the region’s small towns and deep forests.
The grandson of Norwegian immigrants, Lance Hansen is a U.S. Forest Service officer and has a nearly all-consuming passion for local genealogy and history. But his quiet routines are shattered one morning when he comes upon a Norwegian tourist brutally murdered near a stone cross on the shore of Lake Superior. Another Norwegian man is nearby; covered in blood and staring out across the lake, he can only utter the word kjærlighet. Love.
FBI agent Bob Lecuyer is assigned to the case, as is Norwegian detective Eirik Nyland, who is immediately flown in from Oslo. As the investigation progresses, Lance begins to make shocking discoveries—including one that involves the murder of an Ojibwe man on the very same site more than one hundred years ago. As Lance digs into two murders separated by a century, he finds the clues may in fact lead toward someone much closer to home than he could have imagined.
The Land of Dreams is the opening chapter in a sweeping chronicle from one of Norway’s leading crime writers—a portrait of an extraordinary landscape, an exploration of hidden traumas and paths of silence that trouble history, and a haunting study in guilt and the bonds of blood.
Published by: University of Minnesota Press
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Cherokee was on its way south along the lake. The driver was wear-ing sunglasses because of the sharp morning light. On the passenger seat lay a copy of the weekly Cook County News-Herald, an almost empty bag of Old Dutch potato chips, and a Minnesota Vikings cap. A photo of a dark-haired boy who was missing his front teeth was ...
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...was sitting in his police car, listening to a Car Talk CD. Standing Sparky Redmeyer. They were talking. Seven police oﬃcers, meaning practically the entire police force of Cook County, had assembled in the parking lot. Most of them were standing around their vehicles, ing sounded desperate and incoherent, indicating that U.S. Forest ...
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...only as far as the bottom of the basement stairs before he realized that everyone already knew what had happened. He didn’t feel like asking how they’d found out. Tofte was one of those places where people called to tell you to get better before you even knew you were to the oﬃce area. She was just standing there, gawking. A moment ...
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...a small hill. Lance stood at the living room window, looking out. Isak Hansen’s hardware store, the only one between Two Harbors bolts to down jackets and work boots to refrigerators and slalom most of the view, but it was rare that Lance actually looked at it. The lake was just there, much like snow was there in the wintertime....
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...knocked on the door of the conference room in the Bluefin Bay Re-sort. He heard footsteps approaching, and then the door opened. Ahand. “Bob Lecuyer,” he said. “I’m in charge of the investigation.”of the room. A lot of documents were spread out on the table, along with several newspapers. He sat down in front of an open laptop....
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...rior, where the St. Louis River runs into the lake. That’s as far west as you can go on the Great Lakes of North America. It’s the point where the world’s largest freshwater lake system ends. But of course you could also say it’s the point where it begins, and that it ends American continent. To the east were the five Great Lakes: Superi-...
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...volving in the glare of the terminal lights. It was sixteen hours since he’d climbed into his car to drive to the airport. He’d crossed seven time zones, and it actually should have been early the next morning, but here it was still evening. And not more than half past eight. He felt like he’d been partially erased, as if important files on his hard ...
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...eirik nyland was sitting in one of the two easy chairs in Bjørn Hauglie’s hospital room. In the other sat the man he’d be working with here, FBI agent Bob Lecuyer. He looked to be in his thirties. Amuscular, with sun-bleached blond hair. A tape recorder was on a small table between the two police oﬃcers and the bed. It had not ...
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...portion of the FBI’s press conference on the car radio. It was ten after six, and the conference had evidently been recorded earlier. He hadn’t even known they were planning to hold a press conference. Now he heard Bob Lecuyer say they hadn’t yet made any arrests in the case. When asked whether Bjørn Hauglie was a suspect, Lecuyer ...
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Lance Hansen and his son went to the Great Lakes Aquarium in Du-luth. Lance had been wanting to take Jimmy there for a long time, but until now he hadn’t thought the boy was old enough to get much It was another hot and cloudless day. As soon as they walked in the door, the first thing Jimmy wanted was more ice cream. Lance ...
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...on monday, june , around lunchtime, Eirik Nyland and the FBIagent Jason Fries drove into the parking lot in front of the Whis-pering Pines Motel. Fries was in his late twenties, with dozens of tiny scars on his face, which Nyland assumed must have come from “So what’s your opinion about the tip we got?” asked Nyland. ...
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...visit his brother. He didn’t know what to think about the fact that Andy had been in the vicinity of the crime scene on the night in question. Maybe he’d be able to find out something by talking with of the bag and carefully peeled oﬀ the thin foil wrapper with his fingernails before he stuﬀed the chocolate in his mouth. Then he ...
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...of the Border café in Grand Marais, gulping down his second cup of coﬀee of the morning. He had a dull headache, as he always did whenever he hadn’t had enough sleep, and he’d forgotten the bottle of Excedrin in his hotel room. On the plate in front of him were the remains of an omelet. Across the street was the Grand Marais ...
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...blend of yellow, pink, and violet. Soon the violet would darken and erase the other hues, until finally everything would turn to black. He’d taken it out of a folder of old photos from the Soderberg ar-chives. Each folder usually contained eight pictures, and he’d al-small clearing in the woods. According to the accompanying text, ...
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...after he discovered the murder. Lance was at the ranger station in Tofte. He was standing in the lobby, waiting for District Ranger John needed to look at before Lance could get in his car and head out. But ings. From what Lance understood, it had something to do with the coﬀee from the usual mug that he was always given whenever he ...
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...given as homework. He was sitting in his room on the second floor, he never bothered to stop and think about. That was just the way it looked from his window. Every day new ships would sail into town down there, and the old Aerial Bridge would be raised and lowered. It was a Saturday in September, his last year in high school, and he ...
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...might come up if you have a beer with a witness, he thought, and if you know something the others don’t, it’s a lot harder for them to fool you. Not that he distrusted Lecuyer. That just happened to be After eating an early dinner at the restaurant in the hotel, he got into his rental car and drove the couple of miles up to Isak Hansen’s ...
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The alarm clock on the nightstand said it was one thirty. It was the Fourth of July, but there were many hours ahead before it was time for the parade and the fireworks. It was still night everywhere store. The dark outline of the building was visible on the left. A short mous expanse of water that went on and on, unseen by anyone, ex-...
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...the vendors’ booths that had been temporarily set up along the har-bor boardwalk in Grand Marais. The white paper sacks that people were carrying were stained with melted butter from the popcorn. Seagulls shrieked as they flew over the harbor, on the lookout for Eirik Nyland was sitting at a picnic table in front of the Trading...
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Eirik Nyland calmly. He was standing at the window, looking out. They were on the second floor of the Best Western Motel in Duluth. Outside was a parking lot that was almost full. It was Saturday, July .“No, I don’t think you do,” said Bjørn Hauglie behind him. “Itwas a friendship that . . .” His voice broke before he could finish ...
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...three years ago. It was at Nancy Dupree’s funeral. Willy had been a widower for almost two years now. Lance hadn’t talked with him at the funeral. He merely shook hands and oﬀered his condolences.ly’s house, Lance could see a white wooden building that stood all alone down by the lake. Around it was a high palisade of pointed ...
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...been observed setting out nets. He suspected they were Ojibwe. Ifso, they had the right to be fishing with nets. On the other hand, if they were not Ojibwe, fishing was strictly forbidden, and Lance would have to issue fines and confiscate the nets. He’d done this Nanette’s diary. Then he had faxed them to a translation agency ...
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...gy and only half-awake, he finally managed to pick it up. Peering at the display, he recognized the home phone number of Sheriﬀ The sheriﬀ laughed. “Soon I’ll be able to do the same thing. Af-ter I retire. Then I can sleep as much as I want. But you’re just a “You know what?” the sheriﬀ went on. “I’m calling to tell you ...
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...eirik nyland was sitting on the flat rocks near Baraga’s Cross, on a cream-colored blanket he’d brought with him from the hotel. Next to him was a red ice chest he’d just bought. Inside were a Viking ship, a bottle of Gammel Opland, and four bottles of Mesabi Red.It’s just so typical, he thought. When the breakthrough finally ...
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...following Nyland’s departure for Norway. On the one hand, a man had been arrested and his fingerprints were found on the baseball gian. On the other hand, Andy Hansen’s initials had been found on that bat. Lance remembered quite clearly that Andy’s initials had been carved into the bat he’d had ever since they were kids. The ...
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...found an e-mail from the translation agency in Minneapolis in his inbox. He’d almost forgotten about the diary and Swamper Caribou.translator. She finished her message with the words: “This was un-usually fascinating material to work with.” Then came some practi-cal information regarding payment. After that it was just a matter of ...
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Mary to talk about something other than their son. He had no idea divorce, after all. And that was also why she had been so skeptical about having any form of contact afterward, other than what was strictly necessary so that Lance could spend time with Jimmy ev-ery other weekend. Occasionally they would exchange a few words ...
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...ignition and started the Jeep in the parking lot behind Lakeview Nursing Home. Inga was sitting next to him, holding her purse on “All right, let’s go,” he said. “What do you think about this of the lake, a big gray bank of clouds was hovering over Wisconsin, ing until he fell asleep at night. The only thing she knew was that a ...
About the Author
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Vidar Sundstøl is the acclaimed Norwegian author of six novels, in-cluding the Minnesota Trilogy, written after he and his wife lived for two years on the shore of Lake Superior. The Land of Dreams was awarded the Riverton Prize for best Norwegian crime novel of the year in , was nominated for the Glass Key for best Scandinavian ...
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Publication Year: 2013