![]() ![]() All to see if I could get closer to answering Larsson’s driving question: who murdered the Swedish prime minister Olof Palme in February 1986? Palme was shot in the back while walking home from the cinema with his wife along Stockholm’s main street. I even found a young woman who helped me access emails and mount an undercover operation on a suspect in a murder case. ims, characters as extraordinary as Larsson’s Lisbeth Salander and Alexander Zalachenko. I met spies, murderers, rightwing extremists and their victfiles. It took me to forgotten towns and mansions in the deep forests of Sweden but also to London, northern Cyprus and South Africa. I was thrown into a world that was dangerously close to Larsson’s fiction. But when the sheet-metal door rolled up and I found 20 cardboard boxes full of documents, newspaper cuttings and letters from his research, I knew that I had found a treasure trove that would determine the course of my life for years to come. I had understood that Stieg Larsson’s real-life mission was to fight rightwing extremism and that his novels were a side project during the last four years of his life. I knew what I was looking for, but didn’t really expect to find it. O n a snowy March day five years ago, I was waiting in my old, square Volvo outside a rented storage facility on the outskirts of Stockholm. ![]()
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