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Forføreren ❰Reading❯ ➹ Forføreren Author Jan Kjærstad – Thomashillier.co.uk Romanen åpner med at Jonas Wergeland kommer hjem fra utlandet og finner sin kone død på stuegulvet Fra han oppdager henne til han tar av telefonen for å ringe politiet følger vi Jonas ikke kronol Romanen åpner med at Jonas Wergeland kommer hjem fra utlandet og finner sin kone død på stuegulvet Fra han oppdager henne til han tar av telefonen for å ringe politiet følger vi Jonas ikke kronologisk gjennom barndom ungdom og til det han er i dag en stor kunstner.

10 thoughts on “Forføreren

  1. karen karen says:

    i have decided all of you booknerds who like discovering and championing forgotten authors like MacDonald Harris and are all holding hands reading proust together this should be your next read because he is too under read and your energies should be used for good and he is actually very similar to proust in a lot of ways but just fun overall a lot action but the same spirally drifting writingi am floating this review FOR NO OTHER REASON than as a call to arms come on booknerds answer my challenge so i embarked upon trilogy month with some trepidation; what if i hate the writer and then i am forced to continue slogging through the rest of the books because of my self imposed need to follow through on things i start?? but hey this time it is smooth sailinglike seriously smooth in my supreme arrogance i have complained several times on here about why writers don't just write the things i want to read and why i am forced sometimes into reading unsatisfying books well someone has been reading my mail this is exactly the kind of book i like to read meandering plot callbacks repetition but not aggressive repetition like that other norwegian monstrosity Melancholy for clarity these are things it is like If on a Winter's Night a Traveler arrested development Magnetic Field fanny and alexander these are things i thought would be good for the same reasons this book is good but didn't work for me The Arabian Nightmare House of Leaves Hopscotchbasically the book revolves around two basic and oft repeated uestions how do the pieces of a life fit together? and when do we become who we are?? and this book ostensibly posing as a murder plot driven book seeks to explore these ideas every segment builds to the brink of release and answers and closure only to loop back again as though the plot itself were reminded of another bit of minutia that applies to the story at hand and then weaves back and forth in time and splits tales up into wanting and wanting and wanting unlike the calvino there is release and return though so for all the winter's night haters this should suit you betterand yes there is a magical penis involved and lots of farcical forrest gump like sex by which i mean his knack for falling into bed with every norwegian woman who will later go on to be well known famous or otherwise influential in the norwegian realm not dopey and soft spoken jazzle finds the sex creepy i think it is funny they are over the top sex scenes that sometimes read like sara barron's 12 year old porn so i am lying on top of him and he is humping me so hard im nearly flying off him then i take his pienus and rub my face and in it then i grab it in my two hand rub it all over sici mean it's better than thatobviously but in its convenience and pizza delivery boy spontaneity and irrepressibility it sometimes reads a little comical to me all these horny liking it on top norwegian broads foaming at the mouth for him and his magical penis i mock but i love too this just barely escaped a five star from me it certainly started out that way but i think there were a few bits some pieces of a life that maybe could have been shaved down a little but that just leaves a little room to grow as i begin the second part high points are the story of red daniel the entire character of nefertiti and the fact that he thinks the number 6 looks like a hard on i look forward to the rest of the trilogy because i still have burning uestionscome to my blog

  2. Manny Manny says:

    I wrote the careful analytical review below and then I thought this is all wrong I am willfully misunderstanding the book What makes it unusual almost uniue is the very personal relationship it establishes with the reader It is like a teacher or a lover; it is about how imagination and art and love can change your life Also it is about how you can't reduce life to abstract schemas You have to use fantasy and intuition to find the special detail which illuminates the whole Writing an analytical review was completely inappropriate I mean read my review by all means I'm not saying that anything I wrote was incorrect but I could feel that the book was disappointed in me So I did something else instead which was a appropriate response I won't say what it was but if you read Forføreren then you may also find yourself doing something that surprises you It's not an ordinary piece of literatureThis is a beautiful extremely original magical realist novel Thank you Oriana for pointing me to it It's about a Norwegian TV director called Jonas Wergeland whose masterpiece is a series called Å Tenke Stort Thinking Big It soon becomes clear that Jonas stands for the author and the program stands for the book which does indeed think big; bigger in fact than anything else I can recall reading for a long while Kjærstad is being staggeringly ambitious and any description risks giving the impression that he's failed So let me start by saying that he in fact succeeds brilliantly The novel at least in the original Norwegian in which I read it is fantastic it's lyrical sensual beautifully structured and philosophically provocative You could hardly ask from any book It combines a bewildering and paradoxical range of influences Some of the obvious ones are Hermann Hesse; The Kama Sutra; The Thousand and One Nights; the music of Duke Ellington Bach and Messaiaen; the philosophy of Derrida; several major figures from Norwegian history including Henrik Ibsen and Knut Hamsun; the Bergman film Persona; Gödel's incompleteness theorem; and Tombaugh's discovery of Pluto The narrative structure is also superficially chaotic consisting of an endless series of flashbacks within flashbacks You'd be right to wonder how anyone could do all this and not just create an unholy mess The way he keeps control over his material is through a number of recurrent symbols and images which rather resemble leitmotifs in music and tie everything together Three of these are particularly important The first is the circle everything goes round until it comes back to where it started but at any point you can suddenly fly off at a tangent on some completely new course He is imaginative at showing both inevitable recurrence and the wealth of startling completely unexpected possibilities that exist at every moment The second is the turtle As we all know the world was once supposed to rest on the back of a giant turtle and he uses this image as shorthand to refer to hidden underlying generally or less fallacious assumptions So he'll give you a brief glimpse of people's true motivations and comment it ironically as another turtle This makes a fine running jokeThe third key image is the church organ The organ with its many pipes stands for the huge range of ideas and influences in the book It also stands for the divided fragmented nature of modern existence The music of the organ which appears in several critical passages combines the many different voices from its component pipes and turns them into a single unified harmony This is linked to the redemptive power of art and the intertwining of pain and joy Often some terrible event happens and then there is a shift of perspective so that it is seen as beautiful and necessary It becomes part of the ongoing work of art that is the main character's life The author seems to know a great deal about the specifics of organs which is characteristic of the book; details are important and he takes them extremely seriously This is another of his major themes He is fiercely against reductionistic accounts which seek to transform everything into flat schemas I am painfully aware that writing this review is in some important ways contrary to the spirit of the book Instead his thesis is that the true way to understand something is to find the detail that will reveal its essense and completely submerge oneself in that detail This is what motivates the prose style which is full of startling sensory images visual auditory tactile everything Paradoxically as he says the whole can be included in one of its parts He presents this poetically in the legend of the flower so perfect that if you picked it the whole world would disappear He also slyly introduces an ironic reference to the Gödel incompleteness proof in one of the episodes where Jonas and his friend are giving their math teacher a hard time He explores the relationship between the part and the whole in many ways Two are particularly important First the novel is both completely Norwegian and also completely universal; as he says early on all of the world includes something of Norway and Norway includes all of the world We see this among other things in Jonas's TV series Second every person contains many people within them The way Jonas usually discovers his other hidden sides is through sex I'm a little surprised that I haven't already mentioned the sex because there's certainly a lot of it In keeping with this paradoxical book it's both extremely explicit and impeccably tasteful It's sensuous and erotic and full of unexpected metaphors People do strange and beautiful things which come across as making perfect sense rather than being weird or perverse The magical realist dimension of the book is largely concerned with these passages somehow when Jonas has sex with a woman he magically acuires some of his lover's special ualities In general the sex has an artistic and mystical dimension that is extremely unusual And it's funny In fact although I've somehow missed saying that too a lot of the book is funny He has a wonderfully bizarre sense of humor Just to pick one random example I loved the scene in the classroom with the Marxist teacher; the poor guy's brought in his toy steam engine to demonstrate how new means of production transformed 19th century society and he's then taken apart by Jonas and his snotty friend It reads like a seuence from The History Boys I still don't feel I'm doing the author justice The experience is so much direct than anything I have said You feel personally engaged with him in a most unusual way; sometimes it's like being hit over the head by a Zen master and sometimes it's like making love with someone who's smarter and insightful than you are If you have imagination and you want to break out of the circle you're stuck in you should read this book Second readingAbout halfway through rereading Forføreren I found this passage about Jonas's TV series which I liked so much that I just have to try and translate it myself For selv om hon ikke klarte å sette ord på det hadde hun sett noe nytt noe viktig noe hun aldri hadde sett før og som fylte henne med positiv energi og som fikk henne til å se programmenne enda en gang slik at hun standig oppdaget elementer og detaljer som hadde gått henne hus forbi de foregående gangerne samtidigt som hun så mer av likheter oh mønstre som gikk igjen og dermed hele tiden utvidet forståelsen for sammenhanget mellom alle programmene Det er som smykker inne i et større smykke sa hunFor even if she could not put it into words she had seen something new something important something she had never seen before and which filled her with a positive energy and made her watch the different episodes again so that she constantly discovered elements and details which she had completely missed the previous times and simultaneously saw of the echoes and patterns which repeated themselves and endlessly revealed connections between all the episodes It's like jewels inside a larger jewel she saidI find it surprisingly difficult to come up with a good translation for the key word smykke which literally means ornament Ornaments are unnecessary things and to call something ornamental is to mildly disparage it Smykke in contrast is related to the adjective smukk beautiful so it conveys the meaning something beautiful The various episodes of Jonas's series and by extension the various sections of Kjærstad's book are indeed beautiful things that combine to make a greater beauty and that beauty is in no way ornamental I chose the word jewel but the metaphor isn't uite right you can't really have jewels inside a jewel I can't think of anything better though Third readingThere are many books which people say can change your life but this one actually can change your life For example it persuaded me that I needed to learn Norwegian properly And that was just one of the minor items

  3. Weinz Weinz says:

    Only a man would write a book where the main character has a magic penis and includes a female character that spends her life obsessed with all things phallic You boys really think you hold the key to the universe between your legs don't you With that aside this was a wonderful story I will leave the dissection of its ualities to others articulate than myself We've all heard it before so I will spare you the deep analysis This Norwegian I'm 58 was part of the original conversion that took place with Manny's review last April and completely agree with his summation Kjaerstad is a masterful storyteller that gently guides you through only allowing you enough information to keep you going Like a true seducer he knew when to give you what you wanted and when to hold it back Just when you thought you were going to get exactly what you needed what you had been waiting for he led you down another path of wants and needs until finallyYESThe copious phallic imagery lead me to believe Mr Kjaerstad might be compensating for a case of mangina He created a character that felt like the author's own unfulfilled fantasies Jonas could do no wrong His life was full of adventures and death defying feats He had a perfectly sculpted career full of fame and fortune where enemies were left in piles of humility behind him Everything he touched turned to gold while beautiful successful brilliant women fell at his feet waiting to have a chance with his magic penis Even with his charmed life you still like him You still want him to succeed Could this be a clever way to juxtapose where the story takes this character in the next book? Maybe Could it be a symptom of the author's inadeuacies? Probably not but I enjoyed his story enough to find out He may just really be the true seducer in his writing as well as in life without a single inadeuacy and I'm just projecting Overcompensation or not he seduced this reader and I will keep reading and now onto #2

  4. Greg Greg says:

    I don't know what to say about this book I don't know if I should even be rating it yet I feel like I'm only a third of the way through a novel having finished this that the next two novels not so much being a trilogy are going to comprise a finished work Sort of like a piece of classical music sure you can listen to just a part of a Wagner opera and enjoy or not enjoy it but you can't see the whole genius of what is going on by just listening to one movement of the entire work I don't want to say much yet about this partly because I'm planning on campaigning heavily for every who cares about books that I know to read this and I don't want to give away anything As for the style of the book it's not straight forward Some other reviewers seem to think that the book should be put into linear order and the narrative pieces linked in a reader friendly manner Those people are wrong The author drops literarymusicalcinematicartistic hints all over the place that help 'guide' the reader to what he is doing with form and even without the hints having any kind of attentiveness should pull together all the different scenes into a coherent story Maybe the back of the book is to blame This is not a 'detective' story about who killed the guys wife it's not a murder mystery it's not a James Patterson book I feel like I've already said too much But I'll add one last thing because I don't think anyone I know will get it I don't mean that smugly I just think the reference will not mean much This book reminds me formally at least like the opening seven or eight minutes of Henryk Górecki's Symphony No 3 Symphony of Sorrowful Songs before the signing starts something that still makes the music 'nice' but takes away from the beauty created in the first half of the first movement I recommend listening to it as much as I recommend reading this book

  5. M. Sarki M. Sarki says:

    is a very long book and it is uite amazing to me that any one writer can have this much life experience and still be capable of telling about it And keep it interesting Even if research offered the many historical facts adjusted as fiction and presented as anecdotes I would still find it remarkable that Jan Kjærstad could actually pull it off as well as he did It is a long life story of Norwegian TV celebrity Jonas Wergeland told in circles and repeats ending at a certain point when the weary traveler and star of his show discovers the love of his life flat out on a polar bear rug dead red in their home after being murdered with a Luger For an enormous number of pages the narrator relates the many stories connected to the life of Jonas Wergeland and how these events all contributed to the dreadful result we are faced with in the very early pages of the novel The mystery the book blurbs promise it to to be never uite measures up though the revealing and tantalizing anecdotes all add to a uite suspenseful and fulfilling climax There is no possible way in which I might explain this novel I can say however that as I perhaps too eagerly updated my wife these last few days about each extremely wonderful experience I had while reading this novel she finally replied “It sounds like a Wes Anderson movie” So the very best I can do now would be to inform anyone already enad with the work of screenwriterfilmmaker Wes Anderson that this book is completely up their alley Throughout the revolving myriad of countless stories related page after page regarding this fascinating life of Jonas Wergeland one is immediately struck by the eccentricities curiosities dangers and clever results in all his affairs Jonas is uite an amazing individual as are the unlikely heroes in every Wes Anderson film Over the top is an understatement but it makes the reading experience absurdly funA continuing theme for me throughout this first book of a trilogy is how everything is always connected Each chapter in one way or another returns to visit a previously told story or adds something or other to an unfinished business I failed to count the many chapters but there are numerous anecdotes involved in getting to know this man Jonas and the principle influences that made up his life There are several memorable and important characters we meet along the way By the end of the book almost every uestion of fate is answered except for the initial mystery of his good wife’s death I suppose that being the paramount reason for the author making this work a trilogy It is uite unfair to focus on the almost undo importance given to Jonas’s “magic penis” or the phallic symbol his aunt employed as a life long artistic obsession The truth is that most young men are a bit too interested in that thing between their legs as are some women perhaps but there is really nothing to be done about it Denying ridiculing or shaming only makes it worse But the interesting development in this book for me regarding this phallic obsession is that Jonas himself never seems overly impressed or even brazenly brags about his manly gift Jonas always is the wanted one in a sexual relationship which to some of us just might be a mutual fantasy not often shared He was never the initiator of any of the sexual behaviors in the first place and for the most part always during the act itself remained on his back on the bottom And what seemed both beautiful and amazing to the narrator of this tale was the unlikely fact that this magic organ could fairly accommodate and satisfy any wanting vessel be it large or small But the book was far beyond such a seemingly shallow thing as this magic penis It was achingly about a real tingling up his spine that would climb up and into his shoulders It was about owning and using his imagination exploring and revealing human nature and understanding the world we live in a bit outside of the box rather than remaining stubbornly stuck in our given notions of things as they are Given that Jan Kjærstad like me was also born in 1953 added of a connection to his writing Having the novel placed in the same time period I grew up in offered opportunities galore for me to remember and reflect upon too I smiled often and always felt satisfied This is rare in a book for me In absence of any good explanation of what actually occurred between the covers for me the bottom line for what I took away from reading this novel was a poignant reminder that life can be comprehended only as a collection of stories In good time I look forward to my continued reading of the remaining two books in this trilogy

  6. L.S. Popovich L.S. Popovich says:

    Jonas Swallows the WhaleThis is a cathedral of wordsCocooned within these pages is a living organism In preparations for metamorphosis the encasing structure takes on increasing complexity immersing the reader in its development through stages through time the creature inside is the main character Jonas but he is also the author and the cocoon is both the world and this bookThe DNA of causal relationships takes on life while Jonas' desire to dissect the structure of reality mirrors his subsuming of physical natures The heated passion for understanding illuminates his carnal uest The conuering of intellectual forces merging with physical mastery as he engages in speed skating tennis art music or politics no talent is out of reach and the value of his own genetic material increases as if he were reincarnating into his own body as different versions of himself The ambition to swallow the entire universe against the threat of invisibility is inversely proportional to the extent the author buries himself beneath this dramatic persona this living embodiment of his literary ambitionHow do the pieces of life fit together?They are particles these human masks the psychological disguises the whims of propriety these densely congregated principles these guiding facets of our being The central wheel's relation to time seductively reaches each corner of this gamopetalous book wherein deceptively layered complexities of form and rhythm portray profound insight into Jonas' psyche Peering in at his escapades at intrinsic viewpoints allows us the same wish fulfillment as the author who indulges in every excess of accomplishmentRecursively returning to cause and effect the interiority of stories bleeds through the framework of the novel You have the constant contest between Bach and Mozart Hamsun and Hitler Ibsen and Shakespeare and multitudes of others in Jonas' life The competition is inherent to the far reaching initiative of this book The phallic fixation of his aunt the willingness of the women to be seduced while it all defies verisimilitude reinforce the central career of our hero the man among men Jonas as he fits together the jigsaw puzzle of his life standing outside of it at the defining moment the hub of the wheel revealed in the first chapter in the form of a dead woman The author falls back on the 2nd person perspective for these recursive moments outside of time at a far remove from the action of discovering Jonas' modus operandi Against tradition casting a male in the role of seducer is not as original as at first glance but it does raise many uestions about the role of women within this novel and if they are mere objects The self indulgence in this regard would merit scorn if it wasn't so artfully composed perhapsSeveral digressions into Norwegian history politics science music history and sports at first seemingly disparate elements eventually coincide in their focus within the schema of Jonas' mindThe search for the self entailing the architectural symbolism that comprises a human the myriads we contain the authenticity and imitation the layering of memory and the ghosts it paints over our experience the tapestry radiating outward of the generations that spawned us all of these confluent forces charging toward some inevitable conclusion Luckily the tone is one of a constant unveiling of intimate secrets The book is supremely readable We are allowed to draw our own conclusions about the morality of conuest and the merit of competitionThe inversion of religious imagery the transcendence of isolated experience the references to popular and classical music and regional artists people the very infreuent landscapes and inhabit a strictly intellectual panorama instead navigating a layered political climatology invoking the great artists of the past in every major discipline like Mount Rush size affronts to our MC's immortalityIf none of these themes interest you how about the exploration of human archetypes? Light a particle and a wave representing turbulence and the dual nature of human beings as both divine and animalWho or what is a seductress? What seduces the seducer? Can we deduce that that seducer is a medusa?Secrets triggering memories many episodes marked by a peculiar odor rites of passion sex devoid of lasting love events spoking out from the central point the Wheel of Fortune revealing letter by letter the inevitable fate of our Grail seeker Recapturing lost childhood longing for nostalgia Jonas ventures farther afield in search of conseuences finding only affirmation of the dreaded summation of his careerKjærstad also incorporates Norway's cultural imprint on the world the art and music scene fashion high society critics schmoozers culture corruption and frailty Nationalism in a word and posits a contention that Jonas is the Everyman his country needs to pull it out of the small ice cave it has becomeOur myriad selves the nucleus of human potential all of the people you might have been a haunting evaluation of artistic accomplishment as a life's defining features are we than the sum of our works? From one step to the next from Zambezi river rapids budding with memento mori to a garden of gravitas sprouting around the biographical cocoon There's always 2 sides to every coin 2 sides to every mirror Every mirror has a deceptive silver lining And the Bergensveien winding serpentine a silver vein the silver thread running through it all from Jonas' very spine this same thread thrummed by the gods He becomes a divine instrument the overcomer the proto human Prometheus resulting in his intuition or 6th sense for opportunity and conuest and significance that derives from this subtle vibration And the charging silver train a forward thrusting movement until he returns to the polar bear rug and the Antarctic fascination spreading outward from it an interstitial motif a preoccupation with snow death and the story's central cavern relegated to a base level background hum in an absence of scenery in the irrelevance of fame a Faustian accumulation the prestige success like weighty concentric circles ripples latitude lines planetary orbits causality the Butterfly Effect the hurdles he leaps Each sport he triumphs in is a symbol becomes part of his DNA like the women palimpsests laying on top of one another like cards in a deck stacked The body blood fluids heart and adrenaline runs through the prose Once again the book is a living organism Jonas merging with the other characters conuering one after another sexually physically and intellectually If he were a chess player he would be Magnus CarlsenThe motif of the color silver Nefertiti's mouth organ frozen mammoths the transmogrification of animals and vehicles the merging of symbols alongside the golden luster the golden opportunity the golden child his lust and manhood like the naked ladies on the highball glasses' interior clothed on the outside the 2 sided mirror the dimensions of lives like images trapped in the camera obscura of her dead pupilsThe Lego blocks mirroring his near death in the fetal ice fortress the relevance of temperatures a fear of cold Norway if it can be so labeled This is the reason Jonas' travels abroad In order to escapeP 499 sums it all up in a vast atemporal vision encompassing eras in the snapshot of the moment Jonas sees through time to the various states of the environment as the scene transforms regresses and progresses In a way we glimpse our own deaths day after day in the interrelationship of forces and concrete reality We relegate this trauma to memory blurring out time and reimagining ourselves anew Our malleable clay lives as much as we would like to mold them are not in our own hands Or are they?

  7. Bradley Bradley says:

    This book defies description Or rather I will fail at describing it That being said I will willfully fail at describing this piece of new classic Norwegian literature by calling it an extremely funny sexcapade of a magical penis Yes a magical penis You've probably heard about it They're usually attached to a Gary StuAND YET Jonas our magical stud is also a WIZARD at everything because he naturally gets the full sweeping talents automatically from every woman he manages to seduce It would be absolutely absurd and atrocious if it wasn't so eye rollingly funny And the novel doesn't even have the FEEL of a humorous piece It reads somewhat dire and emotional because we keep bouncing around an epic framework of his wife's murder and ALL THE MEMORIES of his entire life as vignettes couched within ALL the most minor details that eventually make up an epically cool building of a single character that I admit I grew to love Just not because he's so stultifyingly brilliant at anything he puts his hand to Indeed the whole structure of the novel is all kinds of brilliant for real An endless tirade of moments from his life that doesn't apparently have anything to do with the dire scene in uestion but EVENTUALLY becomes super important Multiply these by a bazillion and you've got yourself a prism of a character as seen by so many instants and the effect is FREAKING AMBITIOUSAll the props I'm really amazedOf course I was VERY often annoyed as hell about Gary and the magical penis But oh well right? The annoyance almost always transformed into me muttering Ohhhh pllleeeeaaaaseeeee and enough eye rolls to make my eyes pop out like I just came out of a Warner Brother's cartoonBUT it worked Strangely enough it worked

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  9. notgettingenough notgettingenough says:

    Additional thoughts towards the endI wish I could give this six starsBefore I start The ConuerorOne of the aspects of current literary fashion which has me somewhat confounded is the pejorative way in which sentimentality is viewed If only I had a dollar for every discussion of literature which compliments a writer or a book for not being sentimental Listen to the average critic talk about sentimentality in literature and it doesn't sound much different from Bush talking about The Axis of Evil Most recently I was looking at a discussion of As You Like It which complimented Rosalind's lack of sentimentality and uoted this famous reply to the idea that Orlando might die of loveNo faith; die by attorney The poor world is almost six thousand years old and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person videlicet in a love cause Troilus had his brains dashed out with a Grecian club yet he did what he could to die before and he is one of the patterns of love Leander he would have lived many a fair year though Hero had turned nun if it had not been for a hot midsummer night for good youth he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont and being taken with the cramp was drowned; and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was Hero of Sestos But these are all lies Men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them but not for loveGood old Rosalind A jolly rolemodel for a girl no doubt But she is wrong Of course people die for loveThe thing that struck me through and through while reading The Seducer is here is a man not afraid for one moment to write a book which is simply oozing with sentimentality of the most unabashedly Victorian type something which should if we are to believe the critics uite offend usThe chapter p323 330 in the English edition devoted to a description of Margrete's relationship to bread could come straight out of any Victorian depiction of the joys of domesticity To Jonas this is happy married life looking forward to breakfast Jonas experienced many great and exciting things in his life and yet given the choice there was nothing to match breakfast with Margrete her bread with wild raspberry jam and a glass of milkAnd p 272 the most sentimental of all Victorian beliefThere comes a day when as one writer put it the bubble of chilhood bursts and for Jonas that day came with Nefertiti's death Of course Jonas had always known that Nefertiti was too good for this workd but even so when she died he was not prepared for it In short he fell aprt He took ill become so ill that he had to be taken to hospital Jonas Wergeland was sick right to the marrow and so cold that he thoght he wold never be warm again The doctors at the hospital did not know what to make of it a ten year old who languished in bed pale and wan and kept throwing up vomiting fits for which they could find no cause a boy with a body temperature well nigh as low as that encountered only in people who had miraculously survived record lengths of time in extreme cold And one thing they would not have understood anyway even if there had been gauges to measure that sort of thing was Jonas's feeling of being totally out of joint of lying there like a carcass that had been chopped limb from limb Jonas had only one thing to hold onto a crystal prism which he clenched tightly in his fist and did not let go of not even when he was at his sickestJonas cannot die there'd be no story left but the idea is still there Of course people die of love The Victorians knew it But we live in a period which views love with complete cynicism so it is not something we would care to acknowledgePerhaps Jan Kjaerstad gets away with his lavish sentimentality by couching it all in an overtone of sex One might think this is a book about a man with a magic penis who has artistic sex with all sorts of girls along the way Yet the sex is completely irrelevant to this book Take it away and the book would remain complete in every important respect lacking nothing but an irrelevantly silly idea that a man this man the hero can become a good mathematician by shagging a mathematician; a good musician by shagging a musician etc etc etcEven this amusing idea now that I think about it would fit nicely into a Victorian settingSo one of the things I'm left with after reading this book is sense of gratitude that Kjaerstad has been brave enough to re introduce this important aspect of human nature back into literature and damn the critics if they careAdditional thoughtsRegarding the issue of repetition in this novel which some regard as intolerable and which certainly took some getting used to on my partI've read books before which are too long and yet which seem to consist of essential words This is something different again In a sense it would be possible to take out many of the words in that way one often wishes to edit Victorian literature of which this is a prime if modern exampleYet I come to the conclusion that his use of repetition is necessary and important Even his lists are purposeful if neither necessary or important But look at the repetition involved in his coming again and again back to the murder scene which opens the book And another sort of repetition he uses to build up to an event which not only builds up but also gives such a sense of being there I think that is the key you aren't really reading you are being there So the scene that comes obviously to me as the prime example is that of the events leading to Nefertiti's death How could you not be utterly at one with what is happening in those pages? Brilliant and movingAs one who has tended always to be minimalist in my writing but at the same time has increasingly moved towards short sentences and simple approaches I could not help but wonder how one sets about writing as Kjaerstad does I keep wondering why and how does it workFiguring the answer to that is in practising the techniue I've been working on that Here are some examples and the topic is purely dictated by the magic penis theme of the booknothing to do with my personal preferences Lying in bed last night thinking this – that if your cock was so available to me that I could put it in my mouth every day for ten years every one of those days and the first day of the eleventh year and so on would be a new wonderful thing – I did wonder if a world view dictated by my clitoris being firmly attached to my finger might be skewed and that it if wasn’t rubbing against my finger maybe I wouldn’t think that every one of those days would be its own small heaven; but since then I can report that sitting in the En eating poached apple breakfast cumble and toast with changes nothing that sitting here lost in the idea of those ten years is no less overwhelming than if I were lying in bed wishing my hands were yoursOrThere was only one thing she could put in her mouth that would make her happy and she thought not so much of ten years as three thousand and six hundred and fifty days of it every one of which was a new chance to pay homage as she liked to think of it though she was taking as much pleasure as she might be giving every day and as she lay there her thoughts directed by where her hand was and she decided to picture those days one by one it was clear to her what the first day would be like and day two and even day three but at some point as she lies there stroking herself the days his penis her mouth blur into one impossibly long vision of penis and mouth seeking each other out to join together in this never ending moment of sweet sexiness never ending and yet different every timeOr She was sure that what would restore her appetite was to be able to put the one thing in her mouth that she really wanted to be there and not for one moment or for one day but for ten years or a hundred and every day being able to do that rekindle her desire to eat; for 3650 days to keep the numbers to a manageable level or because she is not greedy to be able to part her lips and put them around his penis and taste it anew every one of those days; to have butterflies in her stomach at the very idea that today never mind it is day 3651 she would be able to once – and yet if once still for the first time it so feels – look with her eyes and then look with her lips; dwelling upon this wishing to play every one of those scenes slowly from start to finish touching herself until she doesn’t need to any she does in her mind see the whole of day one of ten years and falls asleep thinking that tomorrow she will find out what day two will beI wasn't sure about these to begin with but having read a couple of reviews since that are critical about the sex in this book well I can't get any flak than thatcan I????What's interesting once you start trying to write like this is that you think about it all the timeand you find it is all much harder than you might expect

  10. Jordan Jordan says:

    Manny said I must so I guess I must

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