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Newly acquired books

I was in Gothenburg from Wednesday to Friday to visit my sister and her boyfriend with my mother. It was great fun, although I missed my weekly food club (major bummer)!!

On Friday we went to a district called Haga and there were so many charming little streets, with so many adorable little shops and cute little cafĂ©’s, that I would gladly recommend it to anyone going to Gothenburg. It’s worth the stroll and luckily for us it was hot, hot, hot. So we sat outside Jacob’s eating white chocolate cheesecake with mango sauce and drinking latte’s, enjoying the sun. And afterwards we went into Clara bookstore to browse through Mucha posters and English classic literature. We also went through tea shops and gadgets shops and antique shops and in every little shop there were smiles and greetings. Truly a happy-go-lucky day (or as they say in Danish – lalleglad) 🙂

When me and my mom went back to Copenhagen my bags were filled with newly acquired stuff – a handbag and a dress from Indiska, a ‘The Bitch Is Sleeping’-mask for my beau who hates my intensively used night-light, but most importantly 5 books in Swedish by different authors and nationalities. And when I got home, sweet little Herta MĂĽller was in my mailbox awaiting my return… well, her book ‘Der Mensch ist ein grosser Fasan auf der Welt’, was in my mailbox. But she is welcome to it any day.

Books in Swedish (and one in German)

I am starting to look incredibly much forward to summer holidays where I can fall off the planet with my books and a steaming jug of java.
I wish you all a good Saturday, happy trails.

“Everybody was beating each other up. The whole neighborhood was a war zone.”

Sumobrothers, p.15 (Danish version here)

In my opinion, Ramsland’s ‘Sumobrothers’ can be divided into two.

Section 1: a little more than half of the book. Totally submerged in physical and emotional violence, sadism, sexual assaults, brutal parents, lacking parents, frustrated parents, frustrated children, and last but not least a whole pile of brutal children without an off-switch of any kind.

Section 2: around the last third of the book. Ramsland is himself getting tired of all the violence, and doesn’t really know anymore which kinds of perversity and misery he can dish up without it getting trite. So he resorts to an emotional revelation concerning the state of things when everything is so submerged in violence, seen from the perspective of a child.

Ramsland’s literary style is very intriguing. He sticks to, most of the time, a naive style (something like Norwegian Erlend Loe) that supports the fact that we are seeing these experiences through a child. Or how a grown up would imagine the thoughts of a child would be formed in sentences. And that is in it self a scary perspective. Because there is nothing naive or childish about the experiences that are being narrated. There is no sign of a happy family, or a happy childhood, it is actually very hard to even find one single happy day in the entire book. The style corroborates in showing the brutality these children are captured in.

Having said that; I have written notes while reading the book, both in the shape of impressions and quotes. And when I read them through and think about the whole of the book and its message, I must say that it borders on splatter movie technique. The apparently regulated, but in reality totally unmotivated brutality and sadism that is going on between children, children to animals, parents to children, children to parents etc., is way over the top. I am genuinely scared that I am reading an instructions manual on how to raise sociopaths. I am, to say the least, surprised that half of the characters don’t perish during these 255 pages of violence. And this leads me to believe that Ramsland, when it comes to the subject of violence (no matter who it is against, or in which context), is making light of the seriousness of a violent environment. It is really not necessary to have 34 chapters on how everyone is beating everyone with the most innovative techniques to convince the reader, that violence is an incredibly subversive factor i any society. The physical exposition of the novel appears almost without reflection. Only now and then the narrators angst and reflections come to the surface, and we are truly being introduced to what goes on in the head of someone who plays tennis with a toad for a ball.

It is in all fairness a good novel that becomes too obsessed with the concreteness of violence description, because the stories that are behind all this violence are worth telling. There is the depressive dad, who has given up the life of an artist in order to becoming a traveling shoelace salesman and ‘dead-beat dad’. The frustrated mother, who is rejected by her sons solely on the basis of being the stable parent. And last but not least the children, who are only trying to find out what is going on between every unsaid action and where/how they fit in. I want to read more about that. But please turn down the violence a bit.

And the winner is…

It pays to be totally maniacal when it comes to checking websites that give ‘free’ stuff away. Last week I was quick enough to be one of the five fastest to volunteer at DR’s Testklubben to review ‘Sumobrødre‘ by Morten Ramsland. The prize? One copy of the book, free of charge. Score! I am starting on it today, and on the 22nd it will be introduced on ‘Smagsdommerne’ (a review program on DR2), and the site will open up for reviews.

The only other time I have won something was when I was about 15. It was a copy of MJ’s ‘Blood on the Dance Floor’, and I was over the moon with excitement. I didn’t even remember entering the contest, and the feeling of receiving something by a chance draw is really special. It’s a gift, but a gift from someone you don’t know, and only because you actively did something. But you did something, and it paid off. High five myself, applause from the audience and an inner smile for the rest of the day. Lovely!

Back to the book: I will be posting my (translated) review of the book on my blog as soon as I finish it. (And here it is)

Ramsland - Sumobrøde

Just as an initial comment; I don’t like the cover. And it has nothing to do with the giant toad, which I actually find charming, or the font (Minion, to you font lovers out there). Due to poor photography skills I have not been able to capture just how yellow the cover is, but I can assure you, it is mighty yellow. Screaming neon yellow to narrow it down a bit. And it hurts my eyes when I try to read the bloody letters because they are baby blue and black, and… so many contrasts, but hopefully my only concern regarding this book.

I have previously read ‘Hundehoved’ by the same author, and keeping in with the times of family narration, the generation saga, it was really well written. So there you are!

I am on a mission: two days, 255 pages, 1 review report and a, until further notice, sufficient amount of coffee to keep me going.

This just in!

The Newly Acquired

They’re here, they’re here! On Saturday, April 3rd, they finally arrived. I had hoped they got here before Easter, so I could curl up in bed and read them from cover to cover, but who am I kidding?! There are so many and I have just started on the last batch I bought 3 weeks ago.
But they came, and they are beautiful, and it felt like the world was shiny and new and happy. New adventures, new experiences, new thoughts (well, erm… so many of them are classics, but good stuff dies hard). I can’t wait to sink my eyes into them, and I’ve already started on The Book Thief. I have shown interest in it as a possible translating job for the publishing firm I freelance at, and maybe, if I do a good job on the one I am currently on, I will be so lucky 🙂

I also got Alice in Wonderland but I donated it to my niece, since she had never read it (and I have, but never in English), and because we went to see the new movie version starring Johnny Depp. I hope she likes it.

Easter was a fairly good time, I’m no longer a stickler for traditional festivities, but it’s always good to have collective holidays to fill up the roads and parks with people who wind down and eat too much. There is a vibe that fills people and they move at a different pace, the rhythm is somewhat less mechanical. Normally it’s “off the train, to the stairs, on the bike, at the job, move to lunch, walking home, fall in bed” but these days it’s like people don’t yell at the person next to them if they miss the train, or rush the food in just to get to the next appointment. They’re not over the top serene, flower-picking mellow, carefree, just not panicky. It’s nice.

I am reading “Et stille umærkeligt drab” by Kaaberbøl/Friis, a Danish crime novel duo. Borrowed it from the library, that somehow has managed to give me the one copy in the Kingdom that dropped all the pages between 96 and 129 only to double back to page 129 and repeat every word when I hit page 163. Confused? So am I. I am seriously thinking if this is some kind of literary experiment of some sorts. Maybe you don’t or can’t know what is going on on those pages, because life is like that. Sometimes you get cut off, and have to pick up at some random place, and sometime life is a big deja vu. But I don’t know; maybe I just put too much into an organizational mistake.

Happy April. Keep using ye ole noggin.

Buying books

It can be very stressing on my bank account when I browse through an internet bookstore. Just two days ago I ordered for about 100 € worth of cheap books. And any day now they will be filing through my physical mailbox, giving the mailman a run for his money. We are almost on a first name basis, since I see him twice a week these days. I like the postal service, it’s a great invention when it works which, around these parts, is 98 percent of the time, so let’s hear it for the men and women in red!! I just can’t seem to stop buying books. Classics, literary theory, culture, encyclopedia’s, compilations et cetera. Is it a compulsive disorder when it’s useful, practical, enlightening?

Today the mailman brought me The Complete Novels of Jane Austen (yey for Austen, not so yey for the cheesy cover picturing Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen, yikes, at least give me classic Mr. Darcy if you please!).

The Complete Novels of Jane Austen

Last week it was Alcott’s Little Women, Stoker’s Dracula, Solanas’ SCUM Manifesto and a compilation of international stories, Because I Am A Girl (for my niece, who is obsessing over the vampire craze that has turned every teenage girl into a self-denying servant of the dark side, all the while exploring the magnitude that is female sexuality, in a very weird bifurcated manner). Anyhoo, books, lot’s of them. I am expecting the massive amount I bought a couple of days ago to be here no later than the end of this week, jippey.

Because I am a Girl, Dracula, SCUM Manifesto, Little Women

The only problem is I don’t have time to read them (which is awkward, when people stare and ask about books in my bookshelf).