Is it true that Jo Nesbo, Jenő Rejő and Italo Calvino are writing a novel together? No? Then now is the time to buy the first book by Zoltán Kőhalmi, one of the best Hungarian stand-up artists, because this novel is just like that: it's like a crazy postmodern writer trying to create a Norwegian crime novel, but in the meantime, his unbridled humor wouldn't let things flow in their usual way. In the end, a brainless parody is born, in which all the typical components of Scandinavian crime novels are found: an alcoholic, antisocial detective; childhood traumas, social criticism, secret service, foreign mafias, extreme killing formulas, corpse mounds and the rest... But by the time we get to the 101st dead, our heroes appear in other books as well (roughly from Japan to Russia), the story takes more and more hair-raising turns, and when we think that the author is incapable of twisting the story any further, then we have to realize: but yes! Knee-slappingly unstoppable, horribly exciting, insanely hilarious. Kőhalmi is also significant for a Hungarian humorist, but for a Norwegian crime writer it is simply unforgettable! András Cserna-Szabó