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Doppler loses his father, leaves his family and decides to move into the woods. When he kills a she-elk for meat, he's adopted by her calf with whom he gradually becomes friends. He names the little elk Bongo. This is a charming, absurd and subversive novel with serious undertones and criticism of our modern consumer society.
say. You may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer. But you are a real friend. And a lovely pillow. I’ve earned my last krone, that’s for sure, I tell Bongo, as I lie enjoying my victory. He takes the defeat with great composure. I’ll give him that. No airs or graces about him in that department. But I’ve gone from being more interested in money than anything else to being as uninterested as it’s possible to be in our culture. Throughout my studies I thought about money and profit and
Nora. My wife is partial to Ibsen, well, to theatre in general; she has no critical faculties, she watches anything and thinks it’s all good. She thinks theatre productions are good because they’re theatre productions and theatre is essentially good and our daughter had to be called Nora because Nora represents some of the earliest women’s liberation we know. As far as I’m concerned, she might just as well have been called Master Builder Solness. But I didn’t say that at the time. I was too nice.
difficult times, I said, and by the way, I continued after a short pause, your mother would soon have brutally broken the ties between you two in any case. She would have shoved you away from her and told you to push off. Because that’s the way moose are. You lot seem so good-natured, but you treat your kids like shit. You’re bestial. You give birth to kids and give them milk and a helping hand and then whoosh, just as the kids are feeling snug and out of harm’s way, they’re given the heave-ho.
anthems in the world all on his own. And there was something unsettling about it all, but the people around him accepted him and thought he was clever. His classmates drew scraps of paper out of a cup and on them were written the names of various countries whose anthems he then performed, in the original language, and moreover in quite a different, and therefore especially moving voice. That young man decided me to take the barrel out of my mouth and the cartridge out of the chamber, Düsseldorf
it’s important any more the whole project collapses, and perhaps the marriage, too. And I wasn’t thinking about the toilet, either, as I was lying in the heather. Whether it should be wall mounted, which is the most stylish at the moment, or whether we could make do with a more classical floor-mounted model. And the conversations with the plumber were also light miles away that afternoon in the forest. Especially the upsetting conversation when he expressed his opinion that the first plumber had