Northern Sweden holds a special kind of magic. It's cold, lonely, and the people are tough and silent, or so the stereotype says. This is Asa Larsson's home turf and I find as much joy in reading her closely observed descriptions of the environment, as in following her intriguing plots.

Scandinavian crime fiction has become a great success all across the world and rightfully so. Sjowall and Wahloo ushered in a whole generation of Swedish crime writers, many of whom are now available in English.

Swedish taxes are high, and we don't get as much as we used to for them. And our schools aren't so good.

I do listen to Abba. And a lot of '80s and '90s pop music.

I don't feel the need to prove myself by writing the next generational novel.

In Sweden, we've moved away from the notion that mothers have some magical, special bond with children.

The pace of Swedish crime fiction is slower - Stieg Larsson's the exception. And I think we use the environment more.