Not entirely sure where I sit with this book; not a good sign. Wallander is irksome, he flails and gets away with murder, so to speak. I was distracted by amusement at the RPF (Pik Botha/FW de Klerk! No, not really, but I thought it.) and irritated by the symbolism of the white lioness: white Afrikaners are Africans, too. If I never, ever, ever again read a story with a conflicted, hypocritical or just plain soul-ugly white South African being in love with the daughter of his childhood black housekeeper/gardner/other servant it will be too damn soon. Perhaps other Wallander books, those without a South African storyline, are better.