"Similarly, Karin Tidbeck has written these stories so that readers may love them."
"Franz couldn't stop looking at her. Her body was a voluptuous oblong, matte skin wrapped tightly over a gently rounded skeleton."
Some Letters for Ove Lindström
"You did what a dad is supposed to do. You made sure I went to school; you cooked dinner; we watched television together; you helped me with homework. I was never yelled at. You were never mean. When you started drinking it was quietly, in the armchair by the television. You'd get distant and fall asleep at odd times. I learned to make myself dinner."
Miss Nyberg and I
"It made no resistance as you bent down and picked it up, lifted it into the kitchen and put it down on the table. You looked at each other for a while. Then you said: 'Did I grow you?' It nodded in reply."
"I wanted to tell her to do something radical--jump from the West Bridge, throw herself in front of a train--just to get it over with. But I didn't have the heart."
"He surveyed the little space. There was plenty of material to work with. He rolled up his shirt sleeves, took off his jacket, and started sketching a framework."
Who is Arvid Pekon?
"On Arvid Pekon's console, Subject 1297's light was blinking. He adjusted his headset, plugged the end of the cord into the jack by the lamp and said in a mild voice: 'Operator.'"
Brita's Holiday Village
"I stocked up on pasta and tomatoes and beans. I found old-fashioned whey-cheese, the kind that tastes like toffee. I'm eating it out of the box with a spoon."
"Cilla was twelve years old the summer Sara put on her great-grandmother's wedding dress and disappeared up the mountain."
"I made you in a tin can."
"A mimic and an infiltrator, Pyret mingles with and assumes the form of pack- or herd animals, changing color and shape to match the others."
"More moisture ran down her temples, making tracks in the thick layers of powder. Her artful corkscrew curls were already wilting."
"The Aunts had one single holy task: to expand."
"Another child was born in the great Mother, excreted from the tube protruding from the Nursery ceiling. It landed with a wet thud on the organic bedding underneath."
Author's Afterword: Transposing Worlds
"Writing in Swedish and English are two very different experiences. Your native language resonates in your bones. Each spoken word reaffirms and changes the world as you see it, intellectually and emotionally. Because Swedish is my mother tongue, I can take enormous liberties with it because I know exactly and instinctively how it works. English doesn't quite allow itself to be grabbed by the scruff of the neck in the same way. As a result, I'm more careful with the prose, perhaps less adventurous, because without that gut reaction it's hard to know exactly how something will resonate with an English-speaking reader. On the other, I may find paths into English that a native speaker might not, because there are aspects of your native tongue that you just don't see since you are standing in the middle of it."(less)
Unlike anything I've ever read. The true title is the art and craft of approaching your head of department to submit a request for a raise. Although t...moreUnlike anything I've ever read. The true title is the art and craft of approaching your head of department to submit a request for a raise. Although the book's cover says something different, this is listed in all its long-winded glory on the title page.
Weird little book. No punctuation. No capitalization. I would recommend stealing away to a comfy, quiet spot to take in this book-length sentence. Let the narrator's anxiety wash all over you. Is the boss in? Is your coworker in a good mood? What the hell is a T60? Will the office need to be quarantined to prevent an outbreak of measles!? But more importantly, how many times can I approach my boss and fail to get this raise?
It's a challenge to find a suitable place to pause and set the book down. I don't really think there is one. Trying to jump back in, even a few minutes later, is disorienting. Perec dances circles around me. Here is his experiment. A short book, presenting a problem, and working it out as if a computer were thinking things through.(less)
I fell in love with this graphic novel. It has a little bit of everything....humor, awkward love, mystery, adventure. I especially enjoyed the snippet...moreI fell in love with this graphic novel. It has a little bit of everything....humor, awkward love, mystery, adventure. I especially enjoyed the snippet written from the perspective of creatures created from "monster putty." (less)
This is a book about the morally upstanding people of Five Spice Street and their unhealthy obsession with "Madame X." No great events occur and there...moreThis is a book about the morally upstanding people of Five Spice Street and their unhealthy obsession with "Madame X." No great events occur and there is no riveting action. There are just busy body neighbors who reveal a lot about themselves as they struggle (unbelievablly poorly!) to understand and explain the actions of one woman who fails in every way to be a "normal" member of the Five Spice Street community. Most of my time with this book swayed between shaking my head through WTF moments and chuckling to myself. This isn't a page turner but it held my interest to the end. (less)
Reading this book is like realizing someone who's "good on paper" may not really be such a great match after all. I feel like I should have been inter...moreReading this book is like realizing someone who's "good on paper" may not really be such a great match after all. I feel like I should have been interested....I should have been fascinated....I should have been sucked into this mundane and magical world that Murakami has created. But I wasn't. It was hard for me to stay focused. I couldn't stop fidgeting or staring off into space every few sentences. It was a very frustrating read. The story just plodded along.
A writer feels motivated to track down an ex-girlfriend and along the way finds himself traveling down unexpected paths. I thought the unnamed protagonist was a little too smitten with Yuki, the thirteen year-old loner. Although I feel Murakami hit his stride towards the end, it wasn't enough to earn a third star.(less)
"The book I'm looking for," says the blurred figure, who holds out a volume similar to yours, "is the one that gives the sense of the world after the...more"The book I'm looking for," says the blurred figure, who holds out a volume similar to yours, "is the one that gives the sense of the world after the end of the world, the sense that the world is the end of everything that there is in the world, that the only thing there is in the world is the end of the world." ........ Never in my life have a read a book even remotely like this one. Nothing I could say would prepare you for the journey it takes you on, but trust that it is a ride well worth experiencing. I finished this book last night and I am still reeling after my read!
"If on a Winter's Night a Traveler" features you, the Reader, and your journey to find a complete copy of Italo Calvino's (and a host of other authors) new book. It's a book full of beginnings and a frustrating lack of endings. Your reading is constantly interrupted, publishing error one moment or being jumped by a gang of UFO worshiping thugs the next, and all the while you're falling in love with another reader. If you don't mind a bit of confusion and a lot of weird, then pick this book up.(less)