Tag Archives: Norwegian
Days in the History of Silence, by Merethe Lindstrøm
I catch sight of the empty chair where Simon usually sits and sleeps. As recently as yesterday I watched him. His face, with sleep smoothing out all his facial features, I looked at the shoulders that seem shrunken, and the one leg he always stretches out a little, the hand with the wedding ring. When […]
Writers: Merethe Lindstrøm
A Self-portrait, by Karl O. Knausgaard
There is, in London, a painting that moves me as much every time I go and see it. It is a self-portrait painted by the late Rembrandt. His later paintings are usually characterized by an extreme coarseness of stroke, rendering everything subordinate to the expression of the moment, at once shining and sacred, and still […]
Writers: Karl Ove Knausgaard
Celebrate! A new novel by Per Petterson
Not since Sebald has an author revitalized our sense of what’s possible in modern fiction as Per Pettersen has, in the humble opinion of Little Star. In prose so simple as to be almost invisible, he renders characters (usually just one) who are achingly human in their moral limitations and yet panoramically aware. I Curse […]
Writers: Per Petterson