Overall, the best part of The Hurricane Party, was the retelling of the Lokasenna, the banquet of the Norse gods featuring the trickster god, Loki, killing and insulting others. You know, causing trouble as trickster gods do.
This part was interesting and read smoothly, even when tangents were taken to explain the background story of Loki and some other character.
It was the foundation laying that was stilted and somewhat mundane. It’s necessary to meet Hanck and learn his story, and for the scenery to be explained as classist, grey and toxic (literally) for the ordinary worker.
We learn many details about Hanck but it truly felt as though Ostergren had taken bullet points about Hanck’s life and then tried to flesh them out with some details. Most of these details make little sense in the context of the story and add nothing to the plot of Hanck finding, losing, and learning about love.
That the innkeeper’s red-haired daughter was a virgin and her hair was perfect in the calibration of some obsolete gauge still has me wondering.
I often remind myself that I must meet the author where he is, not where I want him to be. This could have been a more interesting story about a man living in 1984 like times who learns about love through the death of his son. Ostergren’s way of telling this story wasn’t how I wanted it to read. This is another case of author and reader being on different pages.