Jansson's prose is magisterial, as cold and icy as the winter setting; the pace is also ingenious which mimics the slow melting of the ice as the winter transitions into spring. The psychological depth of the characters is very nuanced and potent here, and the dialogue is brilliantly handled and allows the narrative room to shift focus in a figural way. I look forward to reading more of Jansson's work after The True Deceiver.