Everything went well -- a mass-murder in Swedish village, investigation, suspects -- until the story moved to China. Then it became less plausible, mixed with a long but unconvincing lecture on Chinese politics and thinking. That, coming from a Swede, seemed wrong. By the end, the author was so lost in his (misunderstood) vision of modern China, that he forgot to give us what we waited for the whole book -- a motive for those horrific murders from the opening of the story. Pity, it had such a promise. I prefer authors who stick to what they know best. A Swede should stick to Swedish mystery.