Review: Wolf Hour by Jo Nesbo, Translated by Robert Ferguson

Wolf Hour by Jo Nesbo, 

Translated by Robert Ferguson

Blurb from Goodreads:

From the modern master of Nordic noir comes a shocking new thriller set in contemporary Minneapolis, in which a detective and a crime writer conduct parallel investigations, six years apart, into a series of puzzling murders

Minneapolis, Minnesota, 2016. When a small-time criminal and gun dealer is shot down in the street, all signs point to Tomas Gomez, a quiet man with a mysterious past—and deep connections to a notorious gang—who has seemingly vanished into thin air. Other murders soon follow, and it appears Gomez is only getting started. Meanwhile, Bob Oz, a down-and-out suspended police officer with a dubious past of his own, becomes fascinated by the case: he is obsessed with the notion of hunting down a serial killer who only he can understand, a killer with a story as tragic as his own.

Minneapolis, Minnesota, 2022. An enigmatic Norwegian man with ties to Minneapolis—a self-described crime writer—has traveled to the United States to research the Gomez case, in the hopes of writing a book about it. But as his investigation progresses, the writer’s seemingly neutral position reveals itself to be more complicated than the reader is initially led to believe.

My Review:

Wow!  This was gory, suspenseful and I did not see the twist coming.  I loved this one!  I was on the edge of my seat the entire time and found the plot and characters absolutely fascinating.  It was told in such a great way as well!  Give this a try!!

Wolf Hour comes out next week on February 3, 2026, and you can purchase HERE!  

Why it is that loneliness is so troubling. None of our most basic physical needs require the presence of several or even one other human being. Breathe, eat, work, get food, get dressed, get sick and recover, shit, piss, sleep. From nature's point of view, we are fully capable of living long, full and wholly satisfactory lives entirely on our own. In many cases better lives than the ones we get when we enter into a union and voluntarily or involuntarily allow our lives to be guided by the needs of others.

And yet no one asks themselves whether the ending of Robinson Crusoe, when he gets rescued, is a happy ending or not. Think about it. I mean, he's managed to organize things pretty well on that island-what guarantee does he have that the life he will get when he goes back to living with other people will be as good? He's losing his freedom, his daily swims, a territory that's all his own with limitless access to food, no working hours, no boss. And for what? But we don't even wonder about it, we just take it for granted that we're willing to give up all this for just one thing: the company of other people.