Zalachenko...you're Just An Ordinary Asshole Who Hates

When Other People Are Grieving, The Newspaperman Turns Efficient.

I've Read Crime Fiction All My Life. A Thing That's Bothered Me About Crime Fiction Is That It's Generally About One Or Two People, But There's Not Much About Society. I Want To Get Away From That Particular Pattern: A Lead, A Supporting Role And Backdrop Characters.

As The Situation Developed, The Futility Of Attempting Suicide In The Middle Of A Hospital Became Apparent.

Being A Homicide Detective Ca Be The Loneliest Job In The World. The Friends Of The Victim Are Upset And In Despair, But Sooner Or Later - After Weeks Or Months - They Go Back To Their Everyday Lives. For The Closest Family It Takes Longer, But For The Most Part, To Some Degree, They Too Get Over The Grieving And Despair. Life Has To Go On; It Does Go On. But The Unsolved Murders Keep Gnawing Away And In The End There's Only One Person Left Who Thinks Night And Day About The Victim: It's The Office Who Is Left With The Investigation.

The Stock Exchange Is Something Very Different. There Is No Economy And No Production Of Goods And Services. There Are Only Fantasies In Which People From One Hour To The Next Decide That This Or That Company Is Worth So Many Billions, More Or Less. It Doesn't Have A Thing To Do With Reality Or With The Swedish Economy.