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So is this night a binging of singleness amidst the stress of parenting a child alone? Or is it something else entirely. So I end the book completely unsure of what I read or what I got out of it.
I didn't mind having to work hard, but I am not sure what the answers are. Thanks to the publisher, the marvelous Archipelago Press, for providing early access to this title through Edelweiss.
It is available 13 February Yet it is to a bleak little village in this region that Vibeke moves with her eight-year-old son, Jon, in order to make a fresh start.
The story begins as the circus arrives, on the eve of his birthday. Both mother and son are intense, cerebral individuals, who lose themselves in daydreams, and struggle to communicate their thoughts and feelings to others - she chain-smokes, he continually blinks.
The greatest void, however, is between the two of them, and they seem to view each other from opposite sides of a wide crevasse.
There is love adoration on his part , but it is ill-defined, unfocused. She wishes she could read all the time, sitting in bed with the duvet pulled up, with coffee, lots of cigarettes, and a warm nightdress on.
It is an existential novel, with narratives drifting back and forth between Vibeke and Jon - they all but merge when either one or both of them become anxious.
Has anything significant been lost in translation? I think there probably has, but as an inveterate unilingual English-speaker I simply cannot judge.
Nevertheless, I am able to say with certainty that Love is an intelligent, thoughtful, if melancholy tale, which demonstrates what can happen if we become too internalised and fail to be mindful of those we love.
View all 4 comments. I decided to read this book because I knew it took place in winter and while we still have snow on the ground here in New England I figured I better get to it.
Spring might actually arrive by May! This is such a strange book. They have just recently moved to a small northern town in Norway.
Jon adores his mother and Vibeke seems a bit distant and cold when it comes to her son. She wants to spend her time reading, sh I decided to read this book because I knew it took place in winter and while we still have snow on the ground here in New England I figured I better get to it.
She wants to spend her time reading, shopping, working, fantasizing of men, and making sure she always looks beautiful. She doesn't really think Jon and his stories make any sense and she'd rather he just go play by himself and not bother her.
Jon's 9th birthday is tomorrow and he dreams of a brand new train set and his mother to bake him a cake. Vibeke doesn't even remember it's his birthday.
Jon has tickets to sell for his Sports Club and leaves the house unbeknownst to Vibeke. Vibeke meanwhile has decided to get herself all prettied up to head to the library.
As she leaves the house she calls out to Jon not waiting for a response and not realizing he isn't even in the house. We then follow both Vibeke and Jon as they make their way through the night and the strangers they encounter.
Both of them are overly trusting. An atmosphere of dread prevails through out the entire novel. I'm not so sure what to make of the ending.
It allows the reader to draw their own conclusion. Sadly, what I took away from it was truly heartbreaking. I want nothing more than to give my son the biggest hug right now.
Just to note, the way the story is presented can be confusing at first. One paragraph to the next we're either inside Vibeke or Jon's head without anything to distinguish the change which took me a bit to get used to.
Verbeke, a single mom, and Jon, her eight-year-old, have recently moved to a new town in Norway, and are feeling their way into new lives.
Verbeke and Jon are like two ships passing in the night. She is preoccupied by her new job, finding a man, finding clothes that fit sexily.
They each go off into that night; they each meet new people. The reader is on the edge of her seat, feeling a vague sense of dread: Where is—what is—the danger that permeates this fateful night in the lives of Verbeke and Jon?
The echoes reverberating between their points of view skew the unease into a rich, ominous blur. My BookTube video review: A self-absorbed mother paints her nails and pursues a mildly interested carny while ignoring and neglecting her 9 year old son.
The boy roams around town in the middle of the night in a disturbing series of random events. This is an eerie tale of view spoiler [almost hide spoiler ] disaster.
A carny, a white wig, a nightclub, ice skates, snow snow snow. The tension grew and then I wondered, was it all a dream? I was thus very much looking forward to reading another of Orstavik's novellas, Love.
It is set in the north of Norway, but aside from excessive snow, there was actually relatively little Norwegian culture included, which was a real shame.
The novella is involved in the minutiae of life, and not a great deal of plot exists within it; rather, Love is more of a character st I really enjoyed Hanne Orstavik's The Blue Room , published a few years ago by Peirene Press in its first English translation.
The novella is involved in the minutiae of life, and not a great deal of plot exists within it; rather, Love is more of a character study.
I liked the way in which Love was told, with the stories of both mother and son being chopped at intervals and told simultaneously.
I found myself engaged and interested, but could only award it three stars overall as it really felt as though it was building towards a conclusion which never came.
There was a visible tension in Orstavik's prose as it continued, but it tapered off into nothingness; the something momentous which it was building up to never reached that point in actuality.
Love was therefore a little disappointing to me, but I still look forward to seeing which of Orstavik's books will be translated into English next.
It was translated by Martin Aitken. Hopefully more of her books will be published in the future. Love follows the nocturnal wanderings of mother and son, Vibeke and Jon, over one night in their lives.
Vibeke is a single mother who has recently moved to town with her eight year old son, Jon. Vibeke works as an Arts and Culture Officer in a local authority and she likes reading, getting through at least three books a week.
The whole book is told from both Vibeke's and Jon's perspective, flitting back and forth, so that we get to experience their thoughts and actions concurrently.
It's an highly effective technique. The story begins with Vibeke returning from work on the eve of Jon's ninth birthday. Here's an example of Jon's thoughts as he waits for his mother to return from work: The sound of the car.
When he's waiting he can never quite recall it. I've forgotten, he tells himself. But then it comes back to him, often in pauses between the waiting, after he's stopped thinking about it.
And then she comes, and he recognizes the sound in an instant; he hears it with his tummy, it's my tummy that remembers the sound, not me, he thinks to himself.
And no sooner has he heard the car than he sees it too, from the corner of the window, her blue car coming round the bend behind the banks of snow, and she turns in at the house and drives up the little slope to the front door.
We realise early on that Jon is used to being by himself, he's introspective and has an active imagination and curiosity about the world around him.
Jon also has trouble with blinking as his eye muscles start to spasm at random moments. It's difficult not to feel some affection for the boy. When Vibeke returns she is thinking of her new job and getting a meal ready for the two of them.
Even when they're eating there is little interaction between themselves, they seem to be quite isolated in their thoughts.
Jon thinks of school, the neighbours, his birthday the following day whilst Vibeke thinks of work, clothes she wants to buy and books she's reading.
Even when she does show some attention to her son she is soon sidetracked by thoughts of herself. She reaches out and smoothes her hand over his head.
Her nail polish is pale and sandy with just a hint of pink. She likes to be discreet at work. She remembers the new set that must still be in her bag, plum, or was it wine; a dark, sensual lipstick and nail polish the same shade.
To go with a dark, brown-eyed man, she thinks with a little smile. The bulk of the novel takes place once Jon leaves the house, he has some raffle tickets for a sports club that he wants to sell to some of the neighbours.
He leaves the house and soon after Vibeke leaves intending to return some books to the library, however she is unaware that Jon is no longer in the house.
First off Jon knocks on the door of an old man who lives opposite him. He is invited in, the man offers to buy all the tickets then thinks of something and invites Jon down to the cellar.
At this point we, the reader, are picturing that all sorts of horrible things will happen, especially when Jon notices, quite innocently, a dog collar and chain hanging from a hook in the ceiling.
He starts talking with a girl who invites him back to her house. Jon stays there after she goes to bed and her parents appear quietly menacing to us, but not to Jon.
Later on he gets into a car with a woman, who Jon suspects may really be a man, whose intentions towards Jon are unclear. We fear for Jon who seems oblivious to any danger.
The driver appears to know who Jon's mother is, which is another source of concern for the reader. Meanwhile Vibeke, finding the library shut, ends up at a fairground where she chats to one of the fairground men, called Tom, and goes back to his caravan.
As with Jon we begin to wonder what will happen to Vibeke. Although she has only just met the man, she seems to be imagining them living together whilst his interest in her seems to be waning already.
When they go out to find a bar or nightclub he appears to us to be almost absent, more interested in chatting up other women than Vibeke, whilst Vibeke sees little wrong with this.
At one point in the novel Vibeke, in a car driven by Tom, passes by the parked car that contains Jon and the woman.
At ths point the reader is fearing what will happen to both characters. Love is an excellent book, easily comparable with the equally excellent The Blue Room.
But Love is mostly about the two characters Vibeke and Jon. Both come across as innocent, introspective people but basically decent, though Vibeke is quite self-obsessed and thoughtless, illustrated by her forgetting her son's birthday.
Whether she should be vilified as a bad mother or bad person because of that is left for us to decide. The ending was suitably ambiguous though we are thrown enough clues for us to guess what happened or could have happened.
The problem is, given our experience with the rest of the book, should we trust our own thoughts based on these clues? I don't know what I was expecting here, but it definitely wasn't this.
Best if it can be read in one sitting, in a quiet room. In tone and atmosphere it reminded me of Knut Hamsun's Hunger, and I wonder if so much Norwegian literature is so introspective, so internal.
Here, Vibeke and Jon, her 8 year old son, have moved "north" fro I don't know what I was expecting here, but it definitely wasn't this.
Here, Vibeke and Jon, her 8 year old son, have moved "north" from a town further "south" because "they had to. We meet them on a snowy night in which a total breakdown of communication leads them both into the night for different reasons, Vibeke believing her son is tucked safely in his bed, but not bothering to check or even kiss him as she goes out to the library.
That's all the plot I'm giving out because this short book is so eloquent, so haunting, it should be experienced first hand.
Oct 11, Rebecka rated it it was ok Shelves: I don't know what to think of this. The dark snowy setting and the ending are great, but everything else is so weird that it kind of ruins the story.
It's the north, but And then the mother-son relationship that just proves that no, just because you can, you don't have to get children.
Please I don't know what to think of this. Moving on to the weird friendly visit at the random girl's house, whose parents seemingly don't find it strange that she has a little boy 9 years old over at like 11 pm after being out skating.
Again, the mysterious Norwegian north? Where people don't go to bed on work nights? Finally, the world's most boring and most pointless date with the stupidest inner monologue I've ever read AND an absolutely bizarre part with the boy riding around with one of the carnival employees in her car, smoking, falling asleep, throwing up and eating candy.
All of this -- the weird and random evening of a mother and son, each out on their own adventures -- is intertwined in the same text, not separated by chapters, but just randomly thrown in together, one paragraph here, one there.
I have no idea what the point was, or if it was good. I wanted to like this book a lot more than I did. Through I wanted to like this book a lot more than I did.
Throughout the story there was an ever building tension. Nothing ever came of it though. Everything that happened continued to be utterly mundane with an air of suspense in the background.
When small things do happen there is nothing behind them. I guess it was meant to be more of a thoughtful, two trains passing in the night, type of story.
I guess I was just expecting something different when I started it. A short book about a mother and son who pass each other through the course of wandering about town on a single night.
The son thinks often about his mother, who has other things on her mind. There is also a foreboding sense of danger throughout the story that is subtly created by the author.
This is on the NBA shortlist for translated fiction. Dec 17, Fiona rated it liked it Shelves: She gets through three books a week, often four or five.
This was a short and evocative read; the language is spare but manages to to really conjure up the feeling of the cold night it covers.
The difference between Vibeke's assigned meaning to Tom's actions and the reader's was beautifully done. While it was beautiful in it's sadness it was also short - for m She gets through three books a week, often four or five.
While it was beautiful in it's sadness it was also short - for my personal taste, running a little too much to the bleak side. Bleak usually only works for me when it's either cut with an undercurrent of longer term hope, or when it's in a longer work with other, brighter threads running through.
Feb 24, S rated it did not like it. I'd rather run the New York City Marathon a thousand times than read this book again.
View all 7 comments. This is a short and suspenseful tale from the stark and frozen winter in the north of Norway crafted in short and precise sentences that enable the tension to build.
It tells of single mother Vibeke and her 8 year old son, John, on the eve of his ninth birthday. Both head out into the snow separately, Vibeke having forgotten the birthday, and John selling lottery tickets, naively thinking his mother at home baking a cake.
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