The Blue Room

The Blue Room

Language: English

Pages: 174

ISBN: 1908670150

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The Blue Room

Language: English

Pages: 174

ISBN: 1908670150

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


A novel about a mother-daughter relationship that will send a chill down your spine. Johanne is a young woman in her twenties who lives with her mother. When she falls in love with Ivar, she finally feels ready to leave home. The couple plan a trip to America. But the morning of her departure, Johanne wakes up to find the door locked. Can she overcome her fears? Will she shout for help? Will she climb out of her fourth floor window? ------ Why Peirene chose to publish this book: 'Everyone who has read Fifty Shades of Grey should read this book. Why? The Blue Room holds up a mirror to a part of the female psyche that yearns for submission. The story shows how erotic fantasies are formed by the relationship with our parents. It then delves further to analyse the struggle of women to separate from their mothers - a struggle that is rarely addressed in either literature or society.' Meike Ziervogel, Publisher

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seen through the window of a train by a young Jewish woman in Germany. She noticed that if these repeated bursts of light came at short enough intervals, her eye was unable to distinguish them and she perceived them as one unbroken streak. A single streak of light. She got out at the first station, her mind in turmoil, knowing that she was badly needed in Vienna, where she’d been heading, to look after a recently widowed aunt who could barely walk due to the pain of a pelvic prolapse. Where does

should spend this time in my room doing some exercise, so it’s not completely wasted. I put my duvet on the floor and wedge my feet under the third step of my loft bed. I’ll see how many sit-ups I manage. A hundred to each side is a minimum. I remember cycling to Ullevål School later. It seems like another life now, going along those quiet roads towards Sagene. Tears ran down my cheeks in hot streaks. It struck me that my eyes probably looked beautiful at this moment, large, glossy. But God is

think you ought to treat me properly, she said. Now she was talking she just seemed angry. I looked at her. I want you to communicate with me. I’m an adult, an intelligent person, she said. I’m so concerned about you, and I’ve got Mother to worry about too. You should listen to me, not just go flitting off to parties. She stopped to draw breath. For heaven’s sake, Johanne, she said. She looked at me, and lifting her left hand as if she’d gathered everything in her palm, she held it out for me to

had once given to this question, long ago. When Mum had posed it to Karin, she’d simply answered that love was God and God was love. Then they’d gazed at each other for a long time, as though they were wrapped in the same thoughts, sharing its spell, so happy they couldn’t bear to move. Tears had welled up in Mum’s eyes, they’d hugged each other and Karin had stroked her back. Mum has never asked me. I don’t know what I’d reply. It’s one of those white areas of thought, or rather a black hole

been wrong not to talk to her about travelling. But I hadn’t spoken to anyone, not even Ivar. I’d thought I was the only one who could grasp all the arguments, for and against, and that I was the one who ultimately had to decide. This was all my fault. Maybe she’d have understood me if I’d told her, she might even have helped me pack, bought me some pretty pairs of tights, slipped a treat in for Ivar and me to share. Mum went behind the curtain and back to bed. Moments later I heard the reading

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