BBC One is calling time on their adaptation of Wallander.
After months of rumours, the broadcaster today confirmed that the Kenneth Branagh fronted drama would wrap its run with its upcoming fourth season, which is due to begin production on location in Skane, Sweden, Copenhagen, Denmark and Cape Town, South Africa.
The final season, which is once again being co-produced by PBS and will air as part of their Masterpiece strand in the United States, will see Branagh reprising his role as Inspector Kurt Wallander for three two-hour episodes, based on the novels The White Lioness and The Troubled Man. In addition to Branagh, returning cast members include Jeany Spark, Richard McCabe, Barnaby Kayand Ingeborga Dapkunaite.
The first episode of the final season, based on The White Lioness, was penned by James Dormer and is directed by Jonathan van Tulleken; while the final two episodes, based on The Troubled Man, were penned by Peter Harness and will be directed by Ben Caron. Wallander is produced by Left Bank Pictures, Yellow Bird and TKBC, with Andy Harries, Annie Faurbye Fernandezm Daniel Gylling, Kenneth Branagh, Matthew Read and Rebecca Eaton serving as executive producers.
“I always approach each series of Wallander with anticipation and excitement, but this last series of films contain some of the greatest challenges the character has ever faced”, said Branagh. “It’s a privilege to try to meet them, and I look forward to a great Swedish Autumn working on Henning Mankell’s masterly creation.”
While Ben Stephenson, the BBC’s Controller of Drama Commissioning, added: “It is only right that we bring the final chapter of the brilliant and ground-breaking Wallander to BBC One, for what is set to be a dark, thrilling and emotional finale. Thanks to the incredible cast and production for bringing four series of this genre-shaping drama to our BBC audience.“
Enige tijd geleden werd bekend dat bij Henning Mankell kanker in de nek en een long was ontdekt. In onderstaande column legt hij uit waarom iedereen die aan deze ziekte lijdt iemand nodig heeft om op te kunnen steunen. De column verscheen in The Guardian van 22 maart jongstleden.
It is now two months since I was diagnosed with cancer. I am already well into the second series of chemotherapy treatment. Thus far I have been spared any noticeable side-effects. The fact that a battle is taking place inside my body is more of a vague suspicion than a definite feeling.
I have many reasons to be grateful. That is a thought that occurs to me every morning when I wake up. The efforts made by the staff at the Sahlgrenska hospital in Gothenburg could hardly have been greater, quicker or more efficient.
But of course nobody – neither I nor the doctors treating me – knows what my state of health really is. How effective the cytotoxins really are. In a few weeks' time various checks will reveal more about that. Until then, all I can do is to hope for the best.
It would be untrue if I were to claim that after the last two months I fully understand the implications of all this – of my cancer. I still wake up with a start during the night and think: this can't possibly be true.
But it is true. In my case it would be unthinkable to deny or to repress the facts. I am aware of course that a lot of people would rather not know details about what is affecting them. They are clutching at straws and clinging to illusions.
I can understand those people. But, in my case, that would be an impossible attitude. I want to know. Knowledge is what I believe in. The more I know, the better the resistance I can muster to repel the enemy that has invaded my body.
And besides, I'm not the only one in this position. The statistics are crystal clear: at least 50,000 people are stricken by cancer every year in Sweden. It is not difficult to work out how many that means per day, or per hour.
Moreover, they say that nowadays between six and seven people out of 10 survive their cancer. But that is a figure to be regarded with many reservations. What type of cancer were they stricken with? How soon was it diagnosed? Did the doctors succeed in applying the most appropriate treatment?
But of course, one could toss 10 scraps of paper into a hat, four of them with crosses on, and then hope to draw a blank piece. If that is how you prefer to approach life, you can allow chance to decide whether or not you will be a survivor.
And in any case, what is meant by "survival"? Is that reckoned in months or years?
Having cancer is not just being afflicted by a serious illness: the possibility that it will end in death is always lurking in the background. But as far as I am concerned, knowledge is a necessary ally. Understanding precisely what is happening, and what might enable me to gather strength in the most appropriate way. Not knowing is to embark upon a flight away from the facts, and I have no desire to do that.
Linked with this "knowing or not knowing" is another aspect that is crucial. Something I have come to realise over the last couple of months.
There are so many people who are desperately lonely with their cancer. Who have hardly anyone with whom they can share their torments, nobody to discuss their worries with, the angst, the panic that so often looms large during the nights.
As well as carers and counsellors, everybody needs somebody they can lean on. I don't think it is possible in the long run to answer all the questions on one's own.
In my case, I naturally recognise the importance of my nearest and dearest when it comes to enduring and remaining as strong as possible during my illness.
I have no idea how many of those 50,000 people in Sweden afflicted every year with cancer are lonely and defenceless. But nobody should be in that position. It is a challenge not only for the health services, but for the whole of our culture. The loneliness that has been allowed to spread over the last 50 years and become almost the norm is casting us ever deeper into a society that is basically inhuman. One in which solidarity and brotherly love has become the exception.
When all is said and done, the way we see others is always the way we see ourselves. No one should be alone with his or her cancer, their hopes and their fears.
Henning Mankell (Zweden, 1948) is internationaal een van de bestverkopende Zweedse auteurs. Er gingen meer dan 35 miljoen exemplaren van zijn boeken over de toonbank. Zijn werk wordt in meer dan veertig talen vertaald. In Nederland zijn meer dan één miljoen Wallander-boeken verkocht. Een begrip in thrillerland dus met honderdduizenden bewonderaars.
Uitgeverij De Geus biedt uitkomst aan alle fans die alles, maar dan ook écht alles willen weten over inspecteur Kurt Wallander, het hoofdpersonage in veel van de boeken van de Zweedse auteur Henning Mankell. In april 2014 verschijnt dan namelijk Wallanders wereld, een meer dan 350 pagina's tellend document met alle feiten en weetjes over de reeks met de vooral met zichzelf worstelende politie-inspecteur.
Alles, maar dan ook alles over Kurt Wallander is te vinden in dit boek, benadrukt de uitgeverij. De plaatsen waar de boeken zich afspelen - van Ystand tot Mossbystrand - ja, zelfs de muziek waarnaar de speurder graag luistert, komen aan bod in dit boek.
De uitgave bevat ook het door Mankell geschreven essay 'Over hoe het begon, hoe het afliep en alles wat daartussen gebeurde'. Verder wordt de lezer getrakteerd op het korte spannende verhaal De hand, een herziene versie van Het graf, dat in 2004 voor de Nederlandse lezers werd geschreven als geschenk voor de Maand van het Spannende Boek. Het geschenkboekje was destijds aanleiding voor een klein relletje. Uitgeverij Signature vond Het graf namelijk wel erg veel lijken op het boek Moordkuil van Arnaldur Indridason.
In de herziene versie van Het graf is Wallander klaar voor een nieuwe fase: hij wil verhuizen en gaat op huizenjacht. In een van de tuinen struikelt hij over wat een vergane mensenhand blijkt te zijn.
Hieronder vind je een interview met de beroemde Zweedse schrijver Henning Mankell.