Perhaps you have seen (or, heaven forbid, read)
one of those ubiquitous Stieg Larsson mystery novels, in which a
brilliant feminist hacker, in concert with a brilliant left-wing
journalist modelled on the author, skulk around Stockholm
fighting fascists and solving murders. The books have been
massive bestsellers in America and Europe, making Larsson perhaps
the richest author in Scandinavia. Slight problem, though, is
that Larsson, ...