More on the Swedish meatball ...

... On American isolation and insularity. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

I am about to read Per Petterson's In Siberia, and I reviewed Out Stealing Horses and routinely recommend it. My fondness for Torgny Lindgren is well known.
It's also worth noting that European crime fiction hasn't done badly in this country - Henning Mankell and Helene Tursten, for instance (both Swedes, by the way). But a lot of European popular fiction is actually inferior to its American counterpart. I reviewed Javier Sierra's Da Vinci Code spinoff, The Secret Supper and thought it was OK - but that OK isn't really good enough in the highly competitive crime fiction world. Matilde Asensi's The Last Cato, which I also reviewed, and which was another Da Vinci spinoff, which simply awful.
On the other hand, another book I reviewed, Laura Grimaldi's Suspicion, stands comparison with Simenon's best romans dur (which may be why the one Amazon reviewer found it boring; I think he must have been looking for something less-psychological, less - dare I say it? - of a work of literature).
At any rate, for those interested in European fiction there's Europa Editions and Dufour Editions, both of which are deserving of your support.