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Virginia Evans: The Correspondent
Imagine, the letters one has sent out into the world, the letters received back in turn, are like the pieces of a magnificent puzzle, or, a better metaphor, if dated, the links of a long chain, and even if those links are never put back together, which they will certainly never be, even if they […]
Arundhati Roy: Mother Mary Comes To Me
Mrs. Roy made it her mission to disabuse boys of their seemingly God-given sense of entitlement. She turned them into considerate, respectful men, the kind the town had rarely seen. In a way she liberated them, too. She freed them of the burden of being what society thought men ought to be. She raised generations […]
Fernando Aramburu: El niño
Dentro de lo que cabe, en el reparto de sepulturas, el niño tuvo suerte. Mariaje se apresura a corregir a su padre. Querrás decir que quien tuvo suerte fuiste tú. Y Nicasio, tras pensárselo unos instantes, no encuentra réplica posible y da la razón a su hija. El caso es que al Nuco le tocó […]
David Szalay: Flesh
He sleeps with Thomas’s nanny. She’s Canadian, about twenty-five, and also lives in the house, in another small apartment at the top of the service stairs.It just sort of happens.One evening they arrive home at the same time.She’s drunk.She asks him if he wants another drink in her apartment.The next morning she says to him, […]
Miina Supinen: Kultainen peura
Pian havaittiin, että Jelenalla oli erikoislupa poistua seminaarisaarelta. Hän tuli huoneestamme tupaan punainen päällystakki yllään, heilautti kättä, ja sanoi: ”Hei sitten, tytöt!” ja pujahti ovesta talvi-iltaan. Katselimme ikkunasta, kuinka hän ylitti sillan ja nousi kaupungin puolella rekeen.”Mihin se menee?” Edla kysyi.”Kaikulaan varmaan”, Katja sanoi. ”Mikä se Kaikula on?” kysyin, sillä Jelena ei ollut kertonut minullekaan […]
Adriana Riva: La sal
Hablamos poco en el viaje de vuelta. Julia maneja. Yo viajo atrás. Cierro los ojos y trato de memorizar las historias que oí estos días para que no se me escape el pasado, repito nombres que ya no llaman a nadie. Tiendo a idealizar lo desaparecido, juego a extrañar recuerdos que no son míos. La […]
Anne Tyler: Three Days in June
Very early on Sunday morning, so early it was barely light pit, I woke not by degrees but all at once. I just found myself awake–wham!–with the cool damp nose of a cat daintily probing my ear.Oh.The cat.I turned onto my back, and the cat started purring and settled herself in her favorite spot next […]
Philip Pullman: The Rose Field (The Book of Dust Volume Three)
Abdel Ionides, her guide into the desert, was sleeping when Lyra returned to their camp at the edge of the city. Quietly though she moved, he heard her and sat up.’Miss Silver! Your dæmon was not there?’’He was there, but he’s gone. And there were voices – they spoke about something called the alkahest … […]
Jane Austen: Persuasion
Her sensations on the discovery made her perfectly speechless. She could not even thank him. She could only hang over little Charles, with most disordered feelings. His kindness in stepping forward to her relief, the manner, the silence in which it had passed, the little particulars of the circumstance, with the conviction soon forced on […]
Kiran Desai: The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny
”This is Sonia. She returned from America because it’s lonely,” said Babita.”It wasn’t simply loneliness,” said Sonia, understanding that this woman she did not know wanted to embarrass her. ”It was all the things I’d have to do alone.””Why would you have to do anything alone?” asked Babita. ”It’s the premise of being American: You […]
Ian McEwan: What We Can Know
The humanities are always in crisis. I no longer believe this is an institutional matter – it’s in the nature of intellectual life, or of thought itself. Thinking is always in crisis. But we count ourselves a lucky generation. Together, science and technology (a technology largely devoted to the search for materials or their substitutes) […]
Richard Osman: The Impossible Fortune
Elizabeth stares at the photographs on her phone. A silver car, outside a very nice house. And something that shouldn’t be there. Then some close-ups. Some very convincing close-ups.’You believe me?’ Nick asks. ’I believe you,’ says Elizabeth. Attached to the bottom of the car is a black box – the close-ups of which reveal […]
Frances Wilson: Electric Spark: The Enigma of Muriel Spark
Spark liked ’fun and games’ and had a genius for plots, in the sense of narrative sequences as well as secret scheming. She laid, and found, plots everywhere, and I have followed as best I can the instructions she planted for posterity in her biographies, fiction, autobiography, archives and the seventy-five ’rare’ interviews she gave. […]
Maria Reva: Endling
During Yeva’s first year working the romance tours, when bachelors asked about her day job and she was in a rare mood to divulge, she’d frame what she did as a rescue mission. She was plucking endangered snails from their shrinking habitats and reviving their populations in captivity. One dat, she’d reintroduce them into ecologically […]
Benjamin Wood: Seascraper
The closer they get to Broughton, the more the sand dunes bunch together on the collar of the road. He’d wander out here as a lad, carefree, and tumble down the slopes for hours with kids from other towns he’d never see again. Back then, he wouldn’t give much thought to smashed-up bottles that were […]
Tash Aw: The South
We’d reached the foot of the low hill, and Chuan broke into a little jog, forging ahead of us and suddenly vanishing. He had dropped into a dip that had been cut into the land so artfully that we couldn’t see it until we were standing on the edge of the fall, which was disguised […]
Mary Shelley: Frankenstein | Klassikkohaaste 21
A human being in perfection ought always to preserve a calm and peaceful mind and never to allow passion or a transitory desire to disturb his tranquility. I do not think that the pursuit of knowledge is an exception to this rule. If the study to which you apply yourself has a tendency to weaken […]
Sarah Moss: Ripeness
This is the only reality: the atoms of each of us come together for a brief while here and now, the pump and flicker of our hearts dancing our bodies and our brains on the surface of our broken planet in this moment. Everything everywhere is already real, the beating of the squirrel’s heart and […]
Younis Nussaibah: Fundamentally
‘You is fine, Nadia?’ shouted Darban. Twenty metres further up, his black silhouette was cut out of the sky. The outline of a stiff kaftan, baggy pants and turban: the traditional dress of Kurdish freedom fighters turned profiteers. ‘I’m OK,’ I said. I looked down the valley at my burden. She rose through the gloom […]
Rachel Joyce: The Homemade God
’She is twenty-seven,’ he said.’Sorry, what did you just say?’Months later, Netta would remember something else. A woman appearing, perhaps from the door, pressing past their table, a little too close. Brushing her hip against her father’s shoulder. Their eyes appearing to meet. A smell too, surpsisingly masculine, with something sweet underneath. She was dressed, […]
Sanam Mahloudji: The Persians
These jewels, the Armani, a taste for the extravagant, Perrier instead of tap water — our valiant attempt to bring our wild vision of heaven as Earth to our everyday lives. Roses to the thorns. Even the less fortunate of us try — they care about having lush hair, impeccable shoes. More so. The Prada Mahda, […]
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie: Dream Count
Chia sends me a link to watch the interview. Tension weighs down my stomach. Kadiatou looks pasty, her foundation poorly blended, and I have seen a better wig on her head. The journalist oozes compassion and sensitive, thoughtful nods. She asks her questions with and expression determined to be kind. Kadiatou is unknowable to her, […]
Lucy Steeds: The Artist
The painting is the feeling of youth. Of fleeting moments, of afternoon sun warming your bones, of luck caught in the palm of your hand. It is a painting of innocence. Of a future filled with promises. Of someone trying to grasp them.’But how do I express that in words?’’Perhaps you can’t,’ says Ettie. ’There’s […]
Roisín O'Donnell: Nesting
’Here, let Mammy have some of that.’ She takes a bite of Ella’s ice cream, aiming to get rid of it before it melts completely. The sweetness makes her stomach turn. She can feel Ryan watching closely. ’Oh, God. The state of them. Ice cream is never that brilliant an idea, is it?’Ryan says nothing. Here […]
Chloe Dalton: Raising Hare
I hurried downstairs in the early morning light, a twist of anxiety in my stomach, to find that the leveret had made a nest in the grass, scarcely larger than its body. It sat beside it, its diminutive ears pointing skywards, as if it were ready for the world. My sister had procured a box […]
Tom Lamont: Going Home
On the bench Lia pinched her eyes.She exhaled and she said, ”Six o’clock or something?””However long you need.”Lia went over to catch and collar her son. ”Téo will be watching you today,” she explained. She knelt. ”And you watch out for Téo, yeah? Help him. Remember what we always say.””Because is grown-ups,” Joel tried.He hooked […]
Marina Kemp: The Unwilding
There were the people to whom we were loyal; there were those to whom as a unit we were opposed. There were things we must respect – our father’s work, the need to help our mother on the rare occasions she asked, and little else – and values we must uphold, in particular a collective […]
Andrew Miller: The Land in Winter
The dashboard clock said twenty to nine. His first house call was scheduled for nine o’clock. It was Mrs Tallis, a schoolmistress who, he imagined, liked punctuality, but the fog was heavy still and he wasn’t going to hurry. On the wireless before he left the news was of a big London smog, the worst […]
Yōko Ogawa: Mina's Matchbox
If you wanted to describe Mina in a few words, you might say she was an asthmatic girl who loved words and rode a pygmy hippopotamus. But if you wanted to distinguish her from everyone else in the world, you’d say that she was a girl who could strike a match more beautifully than anyone. I’m […]
Graham Norton: Frankie
This was always the awkward bit. That strange beginning when patient and carer tried to assess who they were dealing with, while also attempting to assert their specific role in the arrangement. Damian took a deep breath and dived in.’Now, Frankie, would you have a cup of tea?’The suggestion seemed to make her sadder than […]
Louise Erdrich: The Mighty Red
Martin’s family name had been Poise until about a hundred years ago, when his family dropped three letters for the freedom of a single syllable. Martin and Crystal went to the same college, dropped out of the same college, and in their early twenties moved to south through the cultural corridor of the Fargo Moorhead […]
Alan Hollinghurst: Our Evenings
I’d been packing on the day before going up to Oxford when the phone rang, and as nobody answered I nipped along the landing to the big bedroom. The lacquer-red extension was on what I had worked out was Esme’s side of the bed. Mum had made a new counterpane, oyster-white, which shimmered on top […]
Kirjasomen joulukalenteri 2024: 14. luukku
Kirjasomen joulukalenterin eilinen luukku aukesi Kirsin Book Clubissa ja huomisesta luukusta vastaa Kirjan jos toisenkin -blogi. Kalenterin aloitusluukku löytyy Yöpöydän kirjat -blogista, jossa on lista kaikista luukuista linkkeineen. Kalenterin logot ovat perinteiseen tapaan myös Yöpöydän kirjat -blogin Niinan käsialaa. Tänään on vuorossa Kirjaluotsin pakkoneuloosi- ja äänikirja-addiktiopostauksen vuoro, josta onkin tullut jo joulukalenteriperinne. Eli luvassa vuoden […]
Clare Chambers: Shy Creatures
’You mean a mental asylum?’ her mother had said when Helen called to tell her about her new appointment at Westbury Park. ’Oh, Helen.’She had not expected congratulations; her parents were not the sort of people who took much pleasure in others’ success. In any case, her mother had an aversion amounting to phobia of […]
Helmi Kekkonen: LIV!
Päivät täällä, Liv ajattelee, ensin yksi, sitten toinen ja kolmas, illat koittavat kuin huomaamatta ja he sanovat että mihin tämäkin päivä taas katosi, poistuvat yksitellen omiin huoneisiinsa, äidillä vesilasi toisessa ja kirja toisessa kädessä, Teo puoliunessa Telman sylissä, hän ja Ellen viimeisinä, nukahtavat varhain ovia lukitsematta ja ikkunat auki, heräävät kun heräävät, seuraavana päivänä sama […]
Richard Powers: Playground
Years of study had convinced Evelyne that mantas were far smarter than the world suspected. She had spent too many decades of close observation to be cowed any longer by the prohibition against anthropomorphism. What began, centuries ago, as a healthy safeguard against projection had become an insidious contributor to human exceptionalism, the belief that […]
Kate Atkinson: Death at the Sign of the Rook
Tea-time was Lady Milton’s favourite time of day. By four o’clock all the difficult bits of the day were over and she could slide gracefully towards dinner and nearly bed. Johnny – Lord Milton – had no interest in afternoon tea. Never had. They ate breakfast together and sometimes briefly came together for luncheon, but […]
Richard Osman: We Solve Murders
Well, well, well, Rosie D’Antonio is thinking, this day is certainly looking up. Rosie hadn’t liked the death threats from Vasiliy Karpin, the chemicals billionaire, of course she hadn’t, but these things come with the territory. If you have any sort of personality, someone will eventually want to kill you. And she shouldn’t have done […]
Elizabeth Strout: Tell Me Everything
Olive rolled her eyes. ”I don’t believe in God. That’s all rubbish,” she said firmly.”Okay, but think of this, Olive. If God is love, then that man was touched by God.”Olive rolled her eyes again.”And maybe you don’t believe in God – which is fine, I don’t care – but you have been loved. And […]
Samantha Harvey: Orbital
Pietro doesn’t dream. He has a rare night of deep and solid unthinking sleep. His breaths and heartbeats are smooth and few, his face resolved of its creases, his body a well of atom-self, an unworried sum of parts, as if he knows that outside the earth falls away in perpetual invention and leaves nothing […]
Rachel Kushner: Creation Lake
For nine-tenths of human time on earth, people went underground. Their symbolic world was formed in part by activities in caves, by modalities and visions that darkness promised. Then, this all ceased. The underground world was lost to us. The industrial uses of the earth: the digging, fracking, tunneling, are mere plunder and do not […]
Anne Michaels: Held
Places described by a lover are like no other places on earth. To learn a city in this way – boulevards curving, canals, cornices overhead – in the naked embrace, the luxury of listening while your skin is listening. The city slips into your body. And then, if you are fortunate enough to arrive there […]
Percival Everett: James
I really wanted to read. Though Huck was asleep, I could not chance his waking and discovering me with my face in an open book. Then I thought, How could he know that I was actually reading? I could simply claim to be staring dumbly at the letters and words, wondering what in the world […]
Claire Messud: This Strange Eventful History
She consulted her watch, the watch that would in time be Magi’s. Barely after eight-thirty. Up at the big apartment, at the top of the hill, there would still be the last sunlight, the beautiful late glow at the horizon, over the ocean. But the big apartment was locked and empty. For François in America […]
Colin Barrett: Wild Houses
Nicky was going with Doll by then and got to experience the house first-hand. The atmosphere was that of a continuous, continuously improvised party that periodically doldrums and never ended, contending playlists emanating from different rooms, a standing bank of smoke shimmering in seeming permanence in the sitting room, pin-eyed young ones rattling on the […]
Charlotte Wood: Stone Yard Devotional
When I think about the phases of my life, it is as a series of rooms behind me, each with a door to a previous room left open, behind which is another room, and another and another. The rooms are not quite empty, not exactly dark, but they are shadowy, with indistinct shapes, and I […]
Yael van der Wouden: The Safekeep
”Tonight was lovely,” Eva said.”Mm,” Isabel said, washing her hands.”I really have been wanting to meet you, you know. You most of all. Louis has told me so much. You live in the old family home, right? In the house where you three grew–””I didn’t invite you here tonight.”Eva was caught in a breath, mouth […]
Hisham Matar: My Friends
It is, of course, impossible to be certain of what is contained in anyone’s chest, least of all one’s own or those we know well, perhaps especially those we know best, but, as I stand here on the upper level of King’s Cross Station, from where I can monitor my old friend Hosam Zowa walking […]
Tommy Orange: Wandering Stars
You will wonder about the name Victoria once you find out your real mother named you that while she was dying and birthing you. Wonder if she was saying the word Victory! out loud at some unknown triumph, perhaps the sound of you crying as you came out, that you came out alive, that she […]
Elizabeth von Arnim: Love
”I want to know all about everything,” he said.”I’ll tell you anything you ask,” she answered. ”But you must promise to like it,” she added, smiling.”Why? Why shouldn’t I like it?” he asked quickly, his face changing. ”You’re not–you’re not going to be married?””Oh–don’t be silly. There. I’m ready. Shall we go down?””I suppose you […]
George Eliot: Middlemarch | Klassikkohaaste 19
Not that this inward amazement of Dorothea’s was anything very exceptional: many souls in their young nudity are tumbled out among incongruities and left to ‘find their feet’ among them, while their elders go about their business. Nor can I suppose that when Mrs. Casaubon is discovered in a fit of weeping six weeks after […]
Elizabeth O'Connor: Whale Fall
The whale became stranded in the shallows of the island overnight, appearing from the water like a cat slinking under a door. No one noticed it: not the lighthouse with its halo of light on the water, or the night fishermen searching for whiting and sole, or the farmers moving cattle over the hill at […]
Colm Tóibín: Long Island
”There’s one question I want to ask you”, he began.She looked up.”Just one?””If the phone rang in your garage on Long Island one morning, or one day, and it was me and I was in New York, or was even closer, and I had come to see you, what would you do?” Eilis appeared puzzled, […]
Aube Rey Lescure: River East, River West
Shanghai was her world. The only nature she knew were its willows and man-made lakes, the only sky its milky-orange canopy. She’d been raised to the beats of its drills and swings of its cranes, to the glow of its neon lights and the density of its crowds. Here China converged, and toward China the […]
V. V. Ganeshananthan: Brotherless Night
You must understand: There is no single day on which a war begins. The conflict will collect around you gradually, the way carrion birds assemble around the vulnerable, until there are so many predators that the object of their hunger is not even visible. You will not even be able to see yourself in the […]
Alejandro Palomas: Un país con tu nombre
Han sido treinta años en esta casa, veinticinco con Andrea y cinco sin ella, cientos de retales de vida contenidos aquí, entre estas paredes llenas de nosotras. Papá decía que las casas que dejamos son ciudades de un mapa que, visto desde arriba, dibuja una silueta que resume al final de nuestro paso lo que […]
Juan José Millás: La soledad era esto
De entre todas las frutas amargas de la vida, la muerte no es, ni con mucho, la peor. Lo malo es vivir lejos de una misma, que es como vivo yo desde hace años, desde que me trasladé a esta ciudad que no existe y que, sin embargo, se llama Madrid. Madrid no existe, pues; […]
Pam Williams: A Trace of Sun
’Raef. Listen to me. You go have to be a big boy and try to understand.’He nodded, although his interest was already drifting to the very pinkest of shells in the pile the others had collected.’Soon Mammy going in England.’ It was as though she said it every day, like saying it’s time for supper. […]
Suzie Miller: Prima Facie
I look about me questioningly. The media are scribbling, Julian’s KC is talking to his instructing solicitor, making out it is nothing to him, that if the jury aren’t there, this doesn’t add anything. He’s right. I know I don’t have much time before he is on his feet again. So I speak up once […]
Isabella Hammad: Enter Ghost
Nothing is more flattering to an artist than the illusion that he is a secret revolutionary. These public developments created a feeling among the cast that we were, in fact, preparing ourselves on a training base for an operation with a transcendental goal, that in combing our translated lines for subtext we were fighting the […]
Gabriela Wiener: Undiscovered
Even though his mission was just your garden-variety nineteenth-century scientific expedition, at dinner with friends I often joke that my great-great-grandfather was a huaquero of international repute. Huaquero is not a euphemism. It’s how I refer to the looters who to this day remove cultural and artistic properties from archaeological sites. Huaqueros can range from […]
Mirinae Lee: 8 Lives of a Century-Old Trickster
She recognized the puzzlement on my face and asked me where my gohyang was, probably in effort to help my understanding. ”I’m from Ulsan, Gyeongsang-do,” I told her. But I added that I didn’t feel much longing for Ulsan, that I didn’t even think about it very often. I had no desire to go back […]
Joanna Biggs: A Life of One's Own: Nine Women Writers Begin Again
I used to want desperately to be a ‘proper’ critic, to be taken seriously, to have full command of history and theory, but I don’t want that anymore. I don’t want to ‘admire’ writing for its erudition. I want to be changed by it. I want to know what it’s like to be someone else. […]
Trent Dalton: Lola in the Mirror
When Mum told me about the monster blood and how it felt to stick a paring knife in the throat of her husband in order to save her life and mine, the words landed inside my head like breaking glass. I swear I felt a crack running across my brain, just like the crack in […]
Kit de Waal: My Name is Leon
Leon opens the door wide. They all look at him. Social workers have two pretend faces, pretend Happy and Pretend Sad. They’re not supposed to get angry so they make angry into sad. This time they’re pretending to care about him and Jake and his mum.”I want to get my things,” he says.They all look […]
Sigrid Nunez: The Vulnerables
Only when I was young did I believe that it was important to remember what happened in every novel I read. Now I know the truth: what matters is what you experience while reading, the states of feeling that the story evokes, the questions that rise to your mind, rather than the fictional events described. […]
Ann-Marie MacDonald: Fayne
I had expected that a tutor was a sort of vessel which would tip and empty its contents into my brain and I would be full of education. Instead, my tutor opened for me daily the Book of Life and bid me peruse where I would in pursuit, not so much of answers – for […]
Helena Juntunen & Petri Tamminen: Joskus liikaa, aina liian vähän
Tulevien vuosien arvosteluista saan lukea myös, että ääneni on kauniin taipuisa ja herkkävireinen ja ylipäätään ihana niin monin tavoin kuin ääni vain suinkin olla voi, ja että olen fenomenaalinen ja triumfi ja että kannan esityksiä älykkäänäja vetovoimaisena ja karismaattisena. Mutta myös, että voisin väännellä naamaani vähemmän ja keskittyä sen sijaan keskialani parantamiseen ja ylipäätään kaiken […]
Claire Keegan: Antarctica
The next morning Cordelia lay in bed while drowsy bluebottles struggled against the windowpanes. She watched the sudden, fast shadows of swallows who flew past her window in fleeting pairs subtracting light from her room and marvelled how living things could suspend themselves in midair. She imagined the last of the over-ripe fruit, the latecomers, […]
Kirjabloggaajien joulukalenteri 2023: 14. luukku
Kirjabloggaajien joulukalenterin eilinen luukku aukesi Kirsin Book Clubissa ja huomisesta luukusta vastaa Kirjasähkökäyrä. Kalenterin aloitusluukku löytyy Yöpöydän kirjat -blogista, jossa on lista kaikista luukuista linkkeineen. Kalenterin logot ovat myös Yöpöydän kirjat -blogin Niinan käsialaa. Tänään on jo perinteeksi muodostuneen Kirjaluotsin pakkoneuloosi- ja äänikirja-addiktiopostauksen vuoro. Eli luvassa vuoden varrella tehtyjä neuleita ja niitä tehdessä kuunneltuja äänikirjoja. […]
Laura Gustafsson: Mikään ei todella katoa
Teurastamokuvista syntyy hartain vastarinta, vaikka niissä on vähiten laitonta tai edes hyvän tavan vastaista. Aikuiset ihmiset haluavat uskoa, että perhetilan ja liha-aterian välillä versoo silkkaa harmoniaa, nothing to see here. Lapsetkaan eivät ole niin lapsellisia. Netissä vakuutetaan, että eläinten hyvinvointi on lihantuotannon perusta, vain hyvinvoivista eläimistä tulee hyviä hyödykkeitä. Lähellä teloitettua suomalaiseen makuun. Puhtaista kotimaisista […]
Nathan Hill: Wellness
She started bringing it up with Jack, began wondering out loud whether they should consider having a child. And when he hesitated, she asked whether their reluctance to have a family was possibly a symptom of their own difficult childhoods, suggesting that maybe they were afraid of duplicating exactly the conditions that drove each of […]
Kate Atkinson: Normal Rules Don't Apply
Franklin’s Great Novel, begun after graduation, was an attempt to produce a ’fictional text’ based on chaos theory. He entitled it What If? ’I’m trying,’ he declared to anyone who would listen (not many), ’to re-create the fractal in fictive form – an endlessly bifurcating narrative, based not on making a choice but on making […]
Paul Lynch: Prophet Song
She looks to the sky watching the rain as it falls through space and there is nothing to see in the ruined yard but the world insisting on itself, the cement’s sedate crumbling giving way to the rising sap beneath, and when the yard is past there will remain the world’s insistence, the world insisting […]
Paul Murray: The Bee Sting
Before he became a father, he imagined the relationship as being like an intensive version of owning a pet. The child, he thought, was essentially a passive, a vessel into which you poured your love. On TV that’s how it looked. Children were silent, dormant; you went into their bedrooms, gazed down at them fondly, […]
Jonathan Escoffery: If I Survive You
It begins with What are you? hollered from the perimeter of your front yard when you’re nine — younger, probably. You’ll be asked again throughout junior high and high school, then out in the world, in strip clubs, in food courts, over the phone, and at various menial jobs. The askers are expectant. They demand immediate gratification. […]
Martin MacInnes: In Ascension
It’s the most unbearable time of day. My shirt sticks to my shoulders and I go off for a shower and rare privacy. The ice water unfastens my body in a travelling line, and my thoughts follow it. The power is a form of contact; that’s what I said to Uria. We activate it, we […]
Tan Twan Eng: The House of Doors
He was waiting for me by the Coromandel screen. I hesitated – it suddenly occurred to me what people might say: I was a white woman alone in another mans house, and not just any man, but a Chinaman. He looked across the length of the hall at me, and then, without uttering a word, […]
Ann Patchett: Tom Lake
The past, were I to type it up, would look like a disaster, but regardless of how it ended we all had many good days. In that sense the past is much like the present because the present – this unparalleled disaster – is the happiest time of my life: Joe and I here on […]
Guadalupe Nettel: La hija única
Esa tendencia que tenemos las hijas a ver en los errores de nuestras madres el origen de todos nuestros problemas, y esa tendencia que tienen las madres a considerar nuestros defectos como la prueba de un posible fracaso. Para evitar los conflictos, he optado en los últimos años por no revelar del todo lo que […]
Sylvia Townsend Warner: Lolly Willowes, or, The Loving Huntsman
The night was at her disposal. She might walk back to Great Mop and arrive very late; or she might sleep out and not trouble to arrive till to-morrow. Whichever she did Mrs Leak would not mind. That was one of the advantages of dealing with witches; they do not mind if you are a […]
Anne Brontë: Agnes Grey | Klassikkohaaste 17
Mr. Weston was now gone, and we too went on our way; but as we returned, after having deposited the hare in a farm-house, and demolished some spice-cake and currant-wine in exchange, we met him returning also from the execution of his mission, whatever it might be. He carried in his hand a cluster of […]
Nancy Mitford: Pigeon Pie
’Darling, now listen. You know about me being beautiful?’ ’You’re all right.’ ’No, Rudolph, please say I’m beautiful; it’s part of the thing.’ ’I suppose you’re going to tell me you’re a beautiful female spy?’ ’In a way, I was.’ ’Yes, I’m quite sure you were. And that you have a Chief, but you don’t […]
Elizabeth von Arnim: Elizabeth and Her German Garden
I have been much afflicted again lately by visitors – not stray callers to be got rid of after a due administration of tea and things you are sorry afterwards that you said, but people staying in the house and not to be got rid of at all. All June was lost to me in […]
Muriel Spark: The Mandelbaum Gate
For the first time since her arrival in the Middle East she felt all of a piece; Gentile and Jewess, Vaughan and Aaronson; she had caught some of Freddy’s madness, having recognized by his manner in the car, as they careered across Jerusalem, that he had regained some lost or forgotten element in his nature […]
Muriel Spark: The Complete Short Stories
I do not know how many afternoons I lay on my bed listening to a litany of tennis noises from where my two brothers played on the court a little to the right below my window. Sometimes, to tell me it was time to get up, my elder brother Richard would send a tennis ball […]
Satu Vasantola: Kun isä osti Merenkurkun
Kosken partaalta soitan veljelle ja kerrankin hän vastaa.”Mitäs, onko faija bisnes- vai itkumielellä?” hän kysyy ja minä kerron, että eduskunta pitäisi vallata, että harhat eivät ota hellittääkseen.Veli huokaa. ”Eikö ne nyt jumalauta saa vahdittua, että ne lääkkeet niellään?””Kyllä mä luulen, että ne jatkossa vahtii”, sanon ja kerron lääkkeistä.Veli nauraa, ei saatana, hän sanoo ja muistan […]
Laline Paull: Pod
She knew she was valued for being a good hunter, but what Ea craved was to be normal. To spin like everyone else was the key to fitting in, and if she could only hear the music of the ocean like everyone else, she too would be able to tune in and do it. She […]
Natalie Haynes: Stone Blind: Medusa's Story
I’m wondering if you still think of her as a monster. I suppose it depends on what you think that word means. Monsters are, what? Ugly? Terrifying? Gorgons are both these things, certainly, although Medusa wasn’t always. Can a monster be beautiful if it is still terrifying? Perhaps it depends on how you experience fear […]
Torrey Peters: Detransition, Baby
”The moms I knew when I was little didn’t have to prove that it was okay to want a child. Sure, a lot of women I know wonder if they do want a child, but not why. It’s assumed why. The question cis women get asked is: Why don’t you want kids? And then they […]
Tessa Hadley: Free Love
Colette was trying to develop a new way of looking at life, with more lightness, as if everything that seemed so substantial, like a school, or a home, or a marriage, was in fact only disposable and breakable. It was frightening, but also a relief. Phyllis used to joke about how Anne and her husband […]
Jacqueline Crooks: Fire Rush
I met my move quick-time, slip into the mass of closed-eyed skankers, sucked into the slipstream of rippling spines. Try to get as close as I can to the decks, watch the MC, see how he handles the mic and the controls. We’re dancing in darkness, skinning up with the dead. I feel them twisting […]
Elisa Shua Dusapin: Sokcho talvella
Kolme päivää kului kuin maininkien hitaasti keinuttamassa laivassa. Kerrand pysytteli huoneessaan, minä menin omaani vasta myöhään yöllä, jotta hän olisi jo varmasti nukkumassa. Kävelin joka ilta satamaan. Valmistauduttiin mustekalojen pyyntiin. Kalastajat viivyttelivät soppakeittiössä, pukivat huolellisesti varusteitaan jottei tuuli pääsisi puhaltamaan vatsaan tai niskaan, lähtivät sitten laiturille, nousivat kahteenkymmeneenneljään veneeseen ja sytyttivät lamput, joita roikkui vaijereissa […]
Louise Kennedy: Trespasses
Michael lit a cigarette and smoked it in silence. The others spoke haltingly, in sentences with atrocious syntax, accents so off she hardly recognised some words, but they went on. Aside from the obvious one, this was the real difference between them. They had the confidence to be foolish, to be wrong. She asked Michael […]
Jennifer Croft: Homesick
Amy spends hours studying Russian in their room with the door closed. Her favorite letter in the Cyrillic alphabet is ж, which looks like a butterfly and sounds like the s in treasure, zh. Amy copies out all the words from her pocket dictionary that start with ж. Zoe is less diligent, preferring to play. […]
Elizabeth McKenzie: The Dog of the North
Now the pitcher came, along with our glasses rimmed with salt. Burt poured, and soon we were clinking the glasses together and saying cheers, with the camaraderie of soldiers on the eve of battle. The margarita was great. I was glad Burt had recognized the necessity of it. He’d also ordered nachos and guacamole as […]
Ia Genberg: Yksityiskohdat
Elämme oman tarinamme puitteissa monta pienempää elämää muiden kanssa, ihmisten jotka tulevat ja menevät, ystävien jotka katoavat omille teilleen tai lasten jotka kasvavat – en vain ole koskaan ymmärtänyt, missä ne varsinaiset puitteet ovat. Kaikki vaikuttaa itsestäänselvältä kun minulla on kuumetta tai kun olen rakastunut, silloin ”minä” väistyy ja jäljelle jää nimetön, yhtenäinen ja erottamaton […]
Juha Itkonen: Teoriani perheestä
Vanhemmuus on käsittämättömän paljastavaa. Päivien vaihtuessa ja vuosien kuluessa roolit putoavat väkisinkin pois. Vanhemmat suuttuvat lapsilleen ja lapset vanhemmilleen, niin asia vain on: läheisyyden kitka aiheuttaa jatkuvaa hankausta ja välillä suoranaisia yhteentörmäyksiä. Useimmiten niistä selvitään. Jälkiä jää, mutta ihmisyytemme ylipäätään koostuu muiden ihmisten meihin jättämistä jäljistä. Isinä ja äiteinä emme ole sellaisia kuin haluaisimme olla, […]
Barbara Comyns x 3
Barbara Comyns (1909-1992) oli brittiläinen kirjailija, joka tunnetaan synkän humoristisista ja surrealistisista romaaneistaan, jotka usein käsittelevät työväenluokan naisten elämää. Comyns on nimenä tullut usein vastaan muiden brittikirjailijoiden yhteydessä ja olen pitkään halunnut tutustua hänen tuotantoonsa. Comynsin nimi nousi taas esiin tuoreeltaan, kun häntä suositeltiin minulle Twitterissa Elizabeth Taylor -juttuni yhteydessä. Yllättäen juuri samaan aikaan oli […]
Ayọ̀bámi Adébáyọ̀: A Spell of Good Things
Ẹniọlá shrugged; he was grateful for the food he had just eaten. The quantity of food available for dinner varied from day to day because his parents were still trying to pay off the landlord. In spite of his mother’s pleas, Ẹniọlá now refused to go begging again since none of the money would go […]
Kevin Barry: Night Boat to Tangier
Maurice Hearn sits alone in the café bar at the ferry terminal. He turns the remains of a third brandy in its glass. You keep going any way you can. The motions of the alcohol are familiar: the easy warming, the calm sustain, and now the slow grading into remorse. A melancholy hour falleth. As […]
Donal Ryan: Strange Flowers
It went around the village quickly. No one really knew what to do or say. Still, Kit and Paddy were kept busy with the visitors those first few days. People climbed the lane up from the main road in twos and threes and walked the fields down from Jamestown and Bunnacree to sympathize and speculate […]
Michelle Gallen: Factory Girls
Maeve had sandbags in her belly. When shit had happened before, she’d only had to share streets with the other side. But that morning she’d be sharing the air she breathed. And there was Aoife to think about. When she’d first moved to the town from the Free State, she’d been pure clueless. Maeve had […]
Caleb Azumah Nelson: Open Water
You’ve been wondering about your own relationship to open water. You’ve been wondering about the trauma and how it always finds its way to the surface, floating in the ocean. You’ve been wondering about how to protect that trauma from consumption. You’ve been wondering about departing, about being elsewhere. You have always thought if you […]
Emily St. John Mandel: Sea of Tranquility
”–and my point is, there’s always something. I think, as a species, we have a desire to believe that we’re living at the climax of the story. It’s a kind of narcissism. We want to believe that we’re uniquely important, that we’re living at the end of history, that now, after all these millennia of false […]
Barbara Kingsolver: Demon Copperhead
What’s an oxy, I’d asked. That November it was still a shiny new thing. OxyContin, God’s gift for the laid-off deep-hole man with his back and neck bones grinding like bags of gravel. For the bent-over lady pulling double shifts at Dollar General with her shot knees and ADHD grandkids to raise by herself. For […]
Jo Browning Wroe: A Terrible Kindness
Once they reach the cast iron lamppost in the middle of the common, William turns to Martin. ’You’re disgusted with me for leaving Gloria, aren’t you?’ ’Not disgusted.’ Martin looks straight ahead. ’It just seems such an unnecessary mess, William. You’re surrounded by people who love you. Surrounded.’ ’It’s not easy being loved by people […]
Fernanda Trías: La azotea
A veces parece absurdo que el tiempo siga pasando. Ahora, por ejemplo. Parece absurdo que no haya un punto en que el tiempo se detenga abruptamente. Como esa gente que creía que la Tierra era plana y que había una línea donde el océano se terminaba en una gran cascada. Una cascada eterna. Tal vez […]
Alejandro Zambra: Poeta chileno
Gonzalo, Carla y Vicente hablaban mucho entre sí, por supuesto, pero también hablaban solos: Gonzalo hablaba con la pantalla del computador y con el espejo y con la olla a presión y con toda clase de electrodomésticos, mientras que Carla hablaba con el espejo, con las plantas y con nadie, y Vicente hablaba con nadie, […]
Kevin Wilson: Now Is Not the Time to Panic
The edge is a shantytown filled with gold seekers. We are fugitives and the law is skinny with hunger for us. Kevin Wilson: Now Is Not the Time to Panic Kevin Wilsonin edellinen romaani Nothing to See Here kertoi liekkeihin leimahtavista sisaruksista. Uudessa romaanissa Now is Not the Time to Panic Coalfieldin pikkukaupungissa leimahtaa paniikki, […]
Elizabeth Strout: Lucy by the Sea
Years ago in New York City I had taught at a community college and there was a man who taught there as well, he was much older than I was, and he retired soon after I got there. He was a nice man, with thick eyebrows, and he was quiet, though he seemed to like […]
Kate Atkinson: Shrines of Gaiety
It turned out that it was Ramsay Coker who was in charge over at the Sphinx. In Freda’s opinion, Ramsay Coker was a first-class twit. His head was always in the clouds. ’I’m writing a novel,’ he told her, as if that was something to crow about, as if there weren’t enough novels in the […]
Rosa Montero: El peligro de estar cuerda
Estar loco es, sobre todo, estar solo. Pero estoy hablando de una soledad descomunal, de algo que no se parece en absoluto a lo que entendemos cuando decimos la palabra soledad. Aún no se han inventado las letras que puedan contener y describir una soledad así. Intenta imaginarlo: ya he dicho que la realidad se […]
Richard Osman: The Bullet That Missed
I will admit that the murder of Bethany Waites was my idea.We were all looking through the files for a new Thursday Murder Club case. There was a spinster in Rye in the early eighties, for example, who had died, leaving three unidentified skeletons and a suitcase containing fifty thousand pounds in her cellar. That […]
NoViolet Bulawayo: Glory
Tholukuthi it took the first decade of the donkey’s married life for her, by patiently piecing together fragments of the Father of the Nation’s nightmares and sleep talk, sometimes including whole conversations, lectures, debates, arguments, pleas, confessions, musings, by paying special attention to the intimate talk of the Seat of Power and Inner Circle, to […]
Alan Garner: Treacle Walker
‘Fair do’s. Treacle Walker?’ ‘Joseph Coppock.’ ‘What is it you want for you? What is it you want most? For you. Not some wazzock else.’ ‘Never has a soul asked that of me.’ ‘What’s the answer?’ Treacle Walker leaned his head against the timber behind him and looked up into the stack. ‘To hear no […]
Simu Liu: We Were Dreamers
Being here, and making history with this movie that we should have had a long time ago, was a product of more than my own personal struggles; it was also the culmination of everything my parents had fought for. Our stories are one and the same, our destinies forever intertwined and defined by our sweat, […]
Emma Donoghue: The Wonder
An obsession, a mania, Lib supposed it could be called. A sickness of the mind. Hysteria, as that awful doctor had named it? Anna reminded Lib of a princess under a spell in a fairy tale. What could restore the girl to ordinary life? Not a prince. A magical herb from the world’s end? Some […]
Veera Ikonen: Pimeässä syttyy majakka
Katson pientä tyttöä sohvalla, tyttöä, jota ei pitänyt olla tällä saarella. Katson kuinka hän ahmii muistiinpanojani unesta, lehtiartikkelista, dokumentin kertojan äänestä, majakan ikkunaruuduista ja tiedän, että takaisin ei nyt enää pääse. Naapurissani on nainen, jolla on kangaspuut, eteisen lattialla kassi, jonka sisällöstä saa kuteet, sohvalla tyttö ja lokikirja ja mäellä unesta tuttu majakka, joka vilkuttaa […]
Maija Liuhto: Toimittajana Kabulissa
Wazir Akbar Khanin varakkaassa kaupunginosassa Kabulin keskustassa sijaitsi Green Zonen alue, jonka muurien sisään suurin osa lähetystöistä ja kansainvälisistä järjestöistä oli sijoittunut. Compoundeiksi kutsuttuja tarkoin vartioituja naapurustoja oli myös varsinaisen Green Zonen ulkopuolella. Jos sellaisessa sattui asumaan, alueelta ei ollut paljon asiaa poistua – mitä korkeamman profiilin työpaikka, sitä varmemmin Kabulissa päätyi asumaan kuin vankilassa. […]
Percival Everett: The Trees
“Everybody talks about genocides around the world, but when the killing is slow and spread over a hundred years, no one notices. Where there are no mass graves, no one notices. American outrage is always for show. It has a shelf life. If that Griffin book had been Lynched Like Me, America might have looked […]
Maddie Mortimer: Maps of Our Spectacular Bodies
When Lia came to, Anne was perching next to a bed that was not her bed, in a room that was not her room. Her mother’s large planet-black eyes tapped shut every few seconds. She twitched curiously the way birds do when studying their very first hatching, their first glistening object of great and undivided […]
Tana French: The Trespasser
No one needs a relationship. What you need is the basic cop-on to figure that out, in the face of all the media bullshit screaming that you’re nothing on your own and you’re a dangerous freak if you disagree. The truth is, if you don’t exist without someone else, you don’t exist at all. And […]
Claire Keegan: Small Things Like These
How light and tall he almost felt walking along with this girl at his side and some fresh, new, unrecognisable joy in his heart. Was it possible that the best bit of him was shining forth, and surfacing? Some part of him, whatever it could be called – was there any name for it? – […]
Audrey Magee: The Colony
self-portrait: at sea I’d like you to sing, he said. We don’t sing, Mr Lloyd. But I need something to focus on. Counting or singing. Not in this boat. I read in a book that you people always sing while rowing. Not a very good book then, is it, Mr Lloyd? I came here because […]
Tana French: The Secret Place
She hears all the voices from when she was little, soothing, strengthening: Don’t be scared, not of monsters, not of witches, not of big dogs. And now, snapping loud from every direction: Be scared, you have to be scared, ordering like this is your one absolute duty. Be scared you’re fat, be scared your boobs […]
Tana French: Broken Harbour
The smell of the sea swept over the wall and in through the empty window-hole, wide and wild with a million intoxicating secrets. I don’t trust that smell. It hooks us somewhere deeper than reason or civilization, in the fragments of our cells that rocked in oceans before we had minds, and it pulls till […]
Tana French: Faithful Place
The summer stretch had come into the evenings: it was gone seven, but the sky was a soft clear blue and the light flooding through the open windows was pale gold. All around us the Place was humming like a beehive, shimmering with a hundred different stories unfurling. Next door Mad Johnny Malone was singing […]
Barbara Pym: Civil to Strangers
Cassandra started from her pleasant day-dreams and realized that she was the old lady. There was something pleasing about the idea of being really old – say between seventy and eighty, but not infirm or a nuisance to anybody. To have money and leisure to sit in a lovely garden, enjoying the sunshine and doing […]
Barbara Pym: An Academic Question
It was hard to believe that Dolly Arborfield was Kitty Jeffreys’ sister, though one could detect a slight resemblance in features. Dolly’s hair was grey and frizzy and she wore clothes that melted into her background of old books, junk and animals. She was some years older than Kitty and would often joke about her […]
Barbara Pym: Crampton Hodnet
’I don’t know if if we could have a curate here,’ said Mr Cleveland doubtfully, as if it were some strange kind of animal. ’As a matter of fact I was thinking that perhaps, that is just perhaps, Miss Doggett might like to have him,’ said the vicar, bringing out the words with a rush. […]
Edna O'Brien: The Country Girls
”Look, Cathleen, will you give up the nonsense? We’re eighteen and we’re bored to death.” She lit a cigarette and puffed vigorously. She went on: ”We want to live. Drink gin. Squeeze into the front of big cars and drive up outside big hotels. We want to go places. Not to sit in this damp […]
Tana French: The Likeness
This is the one thing I hope: that she never stopped. I hope when her body couldn’t run any farther she left it behind like everything else that tried to hold her down, she floored the pedal and she went like wildfire, streamed down night freeways with both hands off the wheel and her head […]
Patrick Radden Keefe: Say Nothing: A True Story of Murder and Memory in Northern Ireland
According to one scholar, the “ideal victim” in the Troubles was someone who was not a combatant, but a passive civilian. To many, Jean McConville was the perfect victim: a widow, a mother of ten. To others, she was not a victim at all, but a combatant by proxy, who courted her own fate. Of […]
Saija Kuusela: Vyöry
Nea palasi istumaan sängylle ja koetti tavoittaa aiemman ajatuksensa. Pian nelikymppinen. Se sai vatsanseudun jännittymään kevyesti, kuin hänellä olisi jonnekin kiire. Nea nielaisi, otti lisää sipsejä ja laski kätensä hajamielisesti syliin. Jos kaikki olisi mennyt toisin, olisin ehkä jäänyt tänne. Hetken aikaa hän koetti kuvitella, millaista se olisi ollut. Olisiko hän saanut ylennyksen toisensa jälkeen […]
Miriam Toews: Fight Night
To be alive means full body contact with the absurd. Still, we can be happy. Even poor old Sisyphus could figure that much out. And that’s saying something. You might say that God is an absurd concept but faith in God’s goodness … I find joy in that. I find it inspiring. Oba! I’m rambling. […]
Ángel Martín: Por si las voces vuelven
Aunque este libro lo he escrito para mí, por si las voces vuelven, es para cualquiera que haya pasado o esté pasando por algo parecido, y así romper de una vez por todas el estigma de las enfermedades mentales. Pero si simplemente te apetece jugar a ver el mundo como yo lo vi mientras perdí […]
Ann Patchett: These Precious Days
Before I can start writing a novel, I have to know how it ends. I have to know where I’m going, otherwise I spend my days walking in circles. Not everyone is like this. I’ve heard writers say that they write in order to discover how the story ends, and if they knew the ending […]
Colson Whitehead: Harlem Shuffle
It was unreal to have your city turned inside and out. He felt unreal those days of the riots when his streets were made strange by violence. Despite what America saw on the news, only a fraction of the community had picked up bricks and bats and kerosene. The devastation had been nothing compared to […]
Karin Smirnoff: Lähdin veljen luo & Viedään äiti pohjoiseen
Maanantaiaamu on maanantaiaamu riippumatta siitä missä päin maailmaa asuu. Vaikka mitäpä se lohduttaisi. Heräsin kännykän sinnikkääseen pirinään niin läheltä korvaani että minun oli pakko vastata jotta saisin sen hiljaiseksi. Soitinko janakipolle tiedusteli naisääni linjan toisessa päässä. Märitljunqvist täällä smalångerin kunnan vanhustenhuollosta. Olet hakenut meiltä töitä ja haluaisin mielelläni tavata sinut niin pian kuin mahdollista. Kun […]
Sayaka Murata: Earthlings
As I cycled past the rows of identical houses, I thought to myself again how much like nests they looked. They resembled a huge cocoon that Yuu and I had once found in the Akishina mountains. My town was a collection of nests, a factory for manufacturing babies. I was a tool for the town’s […]
Won-pyung Sohn: Almond
Mom said everything was for my sake, calling it love. But to me, it seemed more like we were doing this out of her own desperation not to have a child that was different. Love, according to Mom’s actions, was nothing more than nagging about every little thing, with teary eyes, about how one should […]
Louise Erdrich: The Sentence
The best thing is when a customer comes back and praises the book you recommended. I can’t get enough of that. Boy: I saved my lawn-mowing money to buy this book. Me: I had no idea that kids still did this. Boy: Kids still pull up the couch cushions too. For change. See? He held […]
Klara Hveberg: Lean Your Loneliness Slowly Against Mine
Now she feels like an off-key note in the musical score of the universe. The point is not to play all the notes correctly, Rakel. The point is to impart the universe’s symphony. You were born to be expanded, just as the universe is expanding. Ever since you were born, you have been growing. At […]
Carmen Laforet: Nada
Yo no lo dudaba: me parecía ver en Román un fondo inagotable de posibilidades. En el momento en que, de pie junto a la chimenea, empezaba a pulsar el arco, yo cambiaba completamente. Desaparecían mis reservas, la ligera capa de hostilidad contra todos que se me había ido formando. Mi alma, extendida como mis propias […]
Hilma Wolitzer: Today a Woman Went Mad in the Supermarket: Stories
Everybody said that there was a sex maniac loose in the complex and I thought—it’s about time. It had been a long asexual winter. The steam heat seemed to dry all of the body’s moistures and shrivel the fantasies of the mind. From the nineteenth floor of a building A, I watched snow fall on […]
Ali Smith: Hotel World
Woooooooo- hooooooo what a fall what a soar what a plummet what a dash into dark into light what a plunge what a glide thud crash what a drop what a rush what a swoop what a fright what a mad hushed skirl what a smash mush mash-up broken and gashed what a heart in […]
Silvia Hosseini: Tie, totuus ja kuolema
Enemmän kuin mistä olen kotoisin, olen aina ollut kiinnostuneempi siitä, mihin olen menossa. Siksi, kuten tiedät, en ole käyttänyt elämässäni montakaan hetkeä juurieni ajattelemiseen. Ilahdun silti, kun tunnistan itsessäni samoja piirteitä kuin tädissäni: saman huumorintajun, saman huokauksen, samat kippuraiset varpaat ja heikosti vetävät laskimot. Jos olisin saanut valita, olisin tietysti ottanut perinnöksi jotain kauniimpaa kuin […]
Meg Mason: Sorrow and Bliss
My father had left the study light on and the book open and face down on his desk. I went in and picked it up but couldn’t find the bit he had read. Trying to wedge it into a non-existent space on his shelves, I thought of him saying once – the summer I spent […]
Muriel Spark: The Bachelors
Daylight was appearing over London, the great city of bachelors. Half-pint bottles of milk began to be stood on the doorsteps of houses containing single apartments from Hampstead Heath to Greenwich Park, and from Wanstead Flats to Putney Heath; but especially in Hampstead, especially in Kensington. In Queen’s Gate, Kensington, in Harrington Road, The Boltons, […]
Pikaluotsaus: gorilloja, satuja ja japanilainen kirjakauppa
Nyt on blogi niin jäljessä luettujen pinosta, että on aika ottaa apuun pikaluotsaus. Tällä kertaa teen pikakatsauksen kolmeen kirjaan, jotka kaikki luin Helmet-haastetta varten. Sekin on nimittäin kesken, vaikka tänä vuonna olen lukenut jo 135 kirjaa. Yleensä en etsi kirjoja varta vasten haastetta varten, vaan sijoitan muuten lukemiani kirjoja sopiviin haastekohtiin. Kaikkiin haastekohtiin tämä taktiikka […]
Jane Goodall & Douglas Abrams: The Book of Hope
Probably the question I am asked more often than any other is: Do you honestly believe there is hope for our world? For the future of our children and grandchildren? And I am able to answer truthfully, yes. I believe we still have a window of time during which we can start healing the harm […]
Miriam Toews: All My Puny Sorrows
Elfrieda has a fresh cut just above her left eyebrow. There are seven stitches holding her forehead together. The stitches are black and stiff and the ends poke out of her head like little antennae. I asked her how she got that cut and she told me that she fell in the washroom. Who knows […]
Rosa Liksom: Väylä
Ko mie ja Katri olima koalla urakalla saahneet kyörättyä karjan maantiele, taivas peitty syksysseen utuharssoon ja kohta alko tihuutahmaan jäähilheistä vettä. Kaikki muut lehmät paitti Ilona pölästyit teräviä hiutahleita ja haijaannuit. Sisko, Pirkko ja Liina rynnit ojjaa pitkin, Kerttu reistasi paeta methään, Siskon eeliskuussa synnyttämä Sokkeri-vasikka tanssi paikahlaan, Soma kiipesi Kielon sölkhään ja molemmat rääyit. […]
Anthony Doerr: Cloud Cuckoo Land
Ee-ee? Ee-ee-eet? Every hair on Seymour’s arms stands up straight. The owl is so well camouflaged that it vocalizes three more times before the boy sets eyes on it, and when he does he gasps. It blinks three times, four. In the shadow against the bark, with its eyelids closed, the owl vanishes. Then the […]
Richard Osman: The Man Who Died Twice
I do wish something exciting would happen again. I don’t mind what.Perhaps a fire, but where no one gets hurt? Just flames and fire engines. We can all stand around watching, with flasks, and Ron can shout advice to the firefighters. Or an affair, that would be fun. Preferably mine, but I’m not greedy, so […]
Elizabeth Bowen: The House in Paris
’It’s not a secret,’ said Leopold haughtily.’Oh, Miss Fisher said it was.’’Did she tell you not to ask me things?’’How do you mean?’ she said, flustered.Leopold smiled to himself. ’She told me not to answer, whatever you said. She hopes I won’t say anything.’’Then ought you to?’ said Henrietta, reproving.’I don’t have to be obedient […]
Laura Malmivaara: Vaiti
Et kirjoita mitään, olet hiljaa vaan. Muista mitä mun äiti aina sanoi, vai oliko se Koivisto, että vaiti. Vaiti! Menet ulos kävelemään, katot kukkakauppojen ikkunoita, se siinä sun lähellä on aivan ihana, siinä mäessä. Menet sinne ja ostat jonkun. Heität vanhat pois, paitsi siinä meidän tuomassa oli kyllä kiva ruukku, säästä se. Meillä on täällä […]
Michelle Gable: The Bookseller’s Secret
Following the meal, the group usually moved to the small Tapestry Room to discuss the latest news: the bombing of Pearl Harbor, Virginia Woolf’s suicide, Nancy’s brother-in-law who was missing in action. After thoroughly covering the topics of the day, they’d turn to savagely reviewing books and friends. The nights ended with Eddy and Helen […]
Taylor Jenkins Reid: Daisy Jones & The Six
BILLY: Kun astelimme lavalta sen palkinnon kanssa, katsoin häntä. Ja hän hymyili minulle. Ja minä mietin: hän on saamassa elämänsä reilaan. ELAINE CHANG: Kun Daisy otti vastaan Vuoden äänite -Grammyn, hänen tukkansa oli sotkussa ja hänellä oli rannerenkaita kyynärpäihin saakka ja ohut kermanvärinen naruolkaiminen silkkimekko ja hän näytti johtavan sitä bändiä, hän näytti luottavan itseensä […]
Jessica Mitford: Hons and Rebels
Boud and I both avoided the company of the Grown-Ups at this time as much as we could. At Swinbrook, we lived in the DFD except for meal-times. We divided it down the middle, and Boud decorated her side with Fascist insignia of all kinds – the Italian ’fasces’, a bundle of sticks bound with […]
Nancy Mitford: The Pursuit of Love
We had never learnt to dance, and, for some reason, we had supposed it to be a thing which everybody could do quite easily and naturally. I think Linda realized there and then what it took me years to learn, that the behavior of civilized man really has nothing to do with nature, that all […]
E. M. Forster: A Room with a View | Klassikkohaaste 13
”[…] Cecil All over again. He daren’t let a woman decide. He’s the type who’s kept Europe back for a thousand years. Every moment of his life he’s forming you, telling you what’s charming or amusing or ladylike, telling you what a man thinks womanly; and you, you of all women, listen to his voice […]
Sarah Winman: Still Life
And for two hours the wine was poured, the cheese cut, and the two men talked. Of what? Who knows? Of love, of war, of the past. And they listened with hearts instead of ears, and in the candle-lit kitchen three floors up in an old palazzo, death was put on hold. Sarah Winman: Still […]
Marisha Rasi-Koskinen: Katariina
Me leikimme kuolemista, varsinkin kuolemista me leikimme. Me kiipesimme ja putosimme. Karkasimme öisin laitakaupungille ja oikaisimme aina hämärimmän puiston läpi kotiin. Laitoimme muovipussin päähän, vuoronperään kummallekin. Kun veti henkeä, muovia tuli suuhun, toisella yrityksellä pussi huurtui ja imeytyi naamaan kiinni. Kolme nyrkiniskua lattiaan ja pussi oli leikattava pois. Kolme nyrkiniskua ja keuhkot täyttyivät jo unohtuneesta […]
Juhani Karila: Pienen hauen pyydystys
Elina tuli kirkonkylään. Se oli kuin Vuopio mutta isompi. Siellä oli jäätelökioskin, kirkon ja majatalon lisäksi pieni liikekeskus, jossa oli parturi-kampaamo, pankki ja baari. Neljäsataa vuotta sitten jokea pitkin oli tullut ihmisiä, jotka olivat pystyttäneet rantaan ensimmäiset talot. Tuntureilta oli laskeutunut meteleitä, peijooneja ja haltijoita, jotka olivat hajottaneet pirtit perustuksia myöten. Asukkaat olivat paenneet veneillä. […]
Claire Fuller: Unsettled Ground
Jeanie rounds up the chickens early and sits beside Dot’s grave to eat a sandwich she made at Bridget’s. Already the earth mound is green with a forest of seedling weeds and the area is visible only if you know to look for it. She feels as though she should apologize to Dot for making […]
Muriel Spark: A Far Cry from Kensington
I used to spend my coffee-break and my tea-time with Connie, sometimes in her office, sometimes in mine. My job was to collect from her those few new manuscripts that had a faint possibility of being shaped into a book for publication, or whose authors should perhaps be nurtured. It was a very tentative affair, […]
Clare Chambers: Small Pleasures
Dear Editor,I was interested to read your article ’Men No Longer Needed for Reproduction’ in last week’s paper. I have always believed my own daughter (now ten) to have been born without the involvement of any man. If you would like to know more information you may write to me at the above address. The […]
Raven Leilani: Luster
”I don’t know if I ever liked you,” I say, and bathroom acoustics being what they are, the declaration is magnified and that much more unkind, which makes me feel bad until I see that he is missing a shoe, and I feel it anew, this terrible disappointment in myself that I am happy to […]
Patricia Engel: Infinite Country
Mauro was the one who put it in her head that Bogotá was just another pueblo masquerading as a metropolis and there was more to discover. In their mountains and hungry valleys, they were all descendants of massacred Indigenous Peoples, their violated foremothers. They could hate the conquistadores for what they stole, but they couldn’t […]
Kazuo Ishiguro: Klara and the Sun
’Klara, do you think once we’re in the window, we’ll receive so much goodness we’ll never get short again?’ I was still quite new then, so didn’t know how to answer, even though the same question had been in my mind. Then our turn finally came, and Rosa and I stepped into the window one […]
Vendela Vida: We Run the Tides
We are thirteen, almost fourteen, and these streets of Sea Cliff are ours. We walk these streets to our school perched high over the Pacific and we run these streets to the beaches, which are cold, windswept, full of fishermen and freaks. We know these wide streets and how they slope, how they curve toward […]
Susanna Clarke: Piranesi
As I walked, I was thinking about the Great and Secret Knowledge, which the Other says will grant us strange new powers. And I realised something. I realised that I no longer believed in it. Or perhaps that is not quite accurate. I thought it was possible that the Knowledge existed. Equally I thought that […]
Kevin Wilson: Nothing to See Here
This was how you did it, how you raised children. You built them a house that was impervious to danger and then you gave them every single thing that they could ever want, no matter how impossible. You read to them at night. Why couldn’t people figure this out? And then I realized they were […]
Brit Bennett: The Vanishing Half
She was beginning to realize what she would soon know for sure: there was no plan to go back home or to go anywhere else, even, and her mother was lying each time she pretended that there was. The next day, she was sitting alone during lunch when Louisa cornered her, flanked by three beige […]
Evelyn Waugh: Brideshead Revisited | Klassikkohaaste 12
My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of wartime. These memories, which are my life—for we possess nothing certainly except the past—were always with me. Like the pigeons of St. Mark’s, they were everywhere, under my feet, singly, in pairs, in little honey-voiced congregations, nodding, strutting, winking, rolling […]
Rachel Joyce: Miss Benson's Beetle
Despite the awful weather, the decks were packed. As the ship slid free, the band on the jetty struck up with a round of ’Rule Britannia’, and passengers hurled down hundreds of thousands of streamers that filled the dock in a giant web, while Enid whooped and blew kisses, though presumably not to anyone she […]
Bridget Collins: The Binding
From the road, the bindery looked as if it was burning. The sun was setting behind us, and the red-gold blaze of the last sunlight was reflected in the windows. Under the dark thatch every pane was like a rectangle of flame, too steady to be fire but so bright I thought I could feel […]
Emma Donoghue: Room
In the world I notice persons are nearly always stressed and have no time. Even Grandma often says that, but she and Steppa don’t have jobs, so I don’t know how persons with jobs do the jobs and all the living as well. In Room me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the […]
Graham Norton: Home Stretch
No one understood. How could they? Even Ellen struggled with it. She knew that this drama wasn’t about her and yet she could feel her life slipping away, all her assumptions about who she was and what people thought of her upended through no fault of her own. She accepted she had no right to […]
Richard Osman: The Thursday Murder Club
Elizabeth had formed the Thursday Murder Club with Penny. Penny had been an inspector in the Kent Police for many years, and she would bring along the files of unsolved murder cases. She wasn’t really supposed to have the files, but who was to know? After a certain age, you can pretty much do whatever […]
Shokoofeh Azar: The Enlightenment of the Greengage Tree
And so, with a slow sweep of the arm that remained forever etched in my memory, he took out a match, lit it, and tossed it onto the pile of books. With a quiet huff…ff…ff the flames rippled over the pages, catching first the old books with the brown paper whose smell I loved so […]
Kirjabloggaajien joulukalenteri 2020: 16. luukku
Kirjabloggaajien joulukalenteri aukesi eilen Tuulevin lukublogissa ja huomenna joulutunnelmaan saattelee vuorostaan Lue meille äitikulta. Lista kaikista joulukalenteriluukuista löytyy Luetaanko tämä -lastenkirjablogista. Osallistun itse kirjabloggaajien joulukalenteriin viidettä kertaa. Artikkelin alla olevista linkeistä löytyy edellisten vuosien luukkuni, joista voi bongata lisää jouluisia kirjavinkkejä. Tällä kertaa päätin joulun kunniaksi laajentaa kirjablogini yhden päivän ajaksi myös neulontablogiksi. Olenkin eri yhteyksissä maininnut, että tämä […]
Emma Donoghue: The Pull of the Stars
Doctor Lynn peered into the abdominal cavity, which was pulpy with dark juice. She dictated: Liver swollen, signs of internal bleeding. Kidney inflamed and oozing. Colon ulcerated. I followed her scalpel with my own, taking samples. She murmured, We could always blame the stars. I beg your pardon, Doctor? That’s what influenza means: influenza delle stelle–the influence of […]
Alka Joshi: The Henna Artist
In India, individual shame did not exist. Humiliation spread, as easily as oil on wax paper, to the entire family, even to distant cousins, uncles, aunts, nieces and nephews. The rumormongers made sure of that. Blame lay heavily in my chest. Had I not deserted my marriage, Radha would not have suffered so much, and […]
Toshikazu Kawaguchi: Before the Coffee Gets Cold
Hirai looked into Kazu’s eyes and gave a firm, definite nod. Kazu put the coffee in front of Hirai. She picked up the silver kettle from the tray with her right hand and looked at Hirai from underneath her lowered brow. This was the ceremony. The ceremony did not change, no matter who was sitting […]
Minna Canth: Hanna
Sitten hän jo kerran, kun istuttiin ruokasalissa ja juotiin iltapäiväkahvia, sanoi isälle, että hän oli päättänyt ruveta opettajattareksi ja pitäisi hänen sen vuoksi päästä jatkamaan lukujaan. Mutta isä nauroi.”Meinaatko sinä siis jäädä vanhaksi piiaksi?” hän kysyi.Hanna punastui eikä virkkanut ensin mitään. Woldemar tuli hänen mieleensä kuin salaman isku. Mutta samaa päätä hänet sieltä karkoitettiin myös.”Meinaan”, […]
Susan Allott: The Silence
’Mandy.’ He reached out and held her hand. ’You’ll make a great mom, you know.’ She moved her thumb back and forth across the palm of his hand and kept her mouth shut. He didn’t know. He could hope, was all. If she turned out to be anything like her own mother, she’d be a […]
Don DeLillo: The Silence
In the second silence all heads turn toward Martin. He speaks of satellites in orbit that are able to see everything. The street where we live, the building we work in, the socks we are wearing. A rain of asteroids. The sky thick with them. Could happen anytime. Asteroids that become meteorites as they approach […]
Nguyễn Phan Quế Mai: The Mountains Sing
With hope being my guiding light, I journeyed on. Sometimes when I allowed myself a good sleep, I’d go into a village and ask people to let us stay the night. I paid for it. There were plenty of thieves around, but many country people opened their doors to us. We slept on dirt floors, […]
Sarah Moss: Summerwater
Dawn. There’s no sunrise, no birdsong. Light seeps over the water, through the branches. The sky is lying on the loch, filling the trees, heavy in the spaces between the pine needles, settling between blades of grass and mottling the pebbles on the beach. Although there’s no distance between cloud and land, nowhere for rain […]
Joyce Carol Oates: Night. Sleep. Death. The Stars.
”Definitely Mom isn’t herself. Daddy would scarcely recognize her. He’d had made her color her hair. He wouldn’t have wanted a wife that look her age. He’d be just sickened by this Hugo, looking like Che Guevara. Daddy hated communists. If we were a mafia family, we’d know what to do. We wouldn’t be wringing […]
Maaza Mengiste: The Shadow King
This is how the ambush begins: with the slow rise of a monarch’s shadow from a tall mountain peak. With the emperor’s faint image caught in the whir and snap of a camera, reflected in the glint of a lens to ricochet against fog and hill. As Kidane’s army, new recruits and seasoned fighters, prepares […]
Diane Cook: The New Wilderness
Glen was the one who knew about the study, putting people in the Wilderness State. When things worsened in the City and Agnes’s health cratered, like so many children’s had, Glen was the one who offered his help to the researchers in exchange for three spots – for him, Bea, and Agnes. Bea’s hunch had […]
Antti Holma: Kaikki elämästä(ni)
Havittelen isän heittämää lehteä tuolilta. Se on kirjakuvasto ja isän avaamalla aukeamalla on minun naamani suurena, paljon suurempana kuin sen viereen painettu teksti. Katson kuvaani silmiin ja henkitorveni kiertyy itsensä ympäri. Miten se on jo nyt tässä, tai pikemminkin täällä? Kuvan otti muutama viikko sitten, Ranskasta palattuani, hilpeä ja käheä-ääninen nainen, jonka kanssa olen työskennellyt […]
Edna O'Brien: Girl
Where there are no trees, the earth is an ochre yellow, scored with deep zigzag lines, quite a picture, and the young curled leaves are starting to sprout on the tips of the branches. In the night, when I lie awake, I see sky. A vast violet expanse of sky, a land of beauty that […]
Penelope Lively: Moon Tiger
Today language abandoned me. I could not find the word for a simple object – a commonplace familiar furnishing. For an instant, I stared into a void. Language tethers us to the world; without it we spin like atoms. Later, I made an inventory of the room – a naming of parts: bed, chair, table, […]
Douglas Stuart: Shuggie Bain
Her body hung off the side of the bed, and by the odd angle Shuggie could tell the drink had spun her all night like a Catherine wheel. He turned her head to the side to stop her choking on her rising boak. Then he placed the mop bucket near the bed and gently unzipped […]
Naoise Dolan: Exciting Times
I liked imagining Julian had a wife back in England. I am a jezebel, I’d think. This wine rack was a wedding gift and I am using it to store Jack Daniel’s because I have terrible taste in everything. She is Catholic – in the English recusant aristocrat sense, not the Irish poverty sense – […]
Penelope Fitzgerald: Offshore
’Maurice, what shall I do?’’Well, have you been to see him yet?’’Not yet. But of course I ought to. As soon as I can find someone to stay with the girls, for a night or two if it’s necessary, I’m going to go. Thank you for making my mind up.’’No, don’t do that.’’Don’t do what?’’Don’t […]
Agatha Christie: The Mysterious Affair at Styles | Klassikkohaaste 11
”What is your remarkable little friend doing?” asked a voice behind me, and I turned to find Mary Cavendish at my elbow. She smiled, and so did I. ”What is it all about?” ”Really, I can’t tell you. He asked Dorcas some question about a bell, and appeared so delighted with her answer that he […]
Barbara Pym: Some Tame Gazelle | Naistenviikkohaaste 2020
When we grow older we lack the fine courage of youth, and even an ordinary task like making a pullover for somebody we love or used to love seems too dangerous to be undertaken. Then Agatha might get to hear of it; that was something else to be considered. Her long, thin fingers might pick […]
Barbara Pym: A Glass of Blessings | Naistenviikkohaaste 2020
’Perhaps you will see Piers’s lodgings,’ said Sybil, when I told her of the invitation, so much more respectable than my secret expedition would have been.’Lodgings’ sounder old-fashioned and sordid, and for a moment I felt as if it were wrong to be looking forward to the afternoon so much.’He asked me to have tea […]
Barbara Pym: Less Than Angels | Naistenviikkohaaste 2020
It’s Tom’s thesis,’ said Deirdre in a reverent tone. ‘He’s just given me a copy to read. Look,’ she unwrapped the paper, ‘four hundred and ninety seven pages. How does he do it?’ ‘Well,’ said Catherine, ‘writers of fiction would tell you that one just goes on and on until one reaches page four hundred […]
Jeannette Walls: The Glass Castle: A Memoir
Dad lost his job at the gypsum mine after getting in an argument with the foreman, and when Christmas came that year, we had no money at all. On Christmas Eve, Dad took each of us kids out into the desert night one by one. I had a blanket wrapped around me, and when it […]
Emilie Pine: Notes to Self
I am trying. And I am afraid. I am afraid to write about side-stepping and feelings and overwork and depression and breakdown because I am still convinced that admitting vulnerability makes me weak, not strong. I am afraid of confirming that I am young and cute and powerless. I am afraid of admitting to all […]
Kristin Hannah: The Great Alone
”What’s it really like?” Leni asked Matthew the next day at the end of school. All around them, kids were gathering up their supplies to go home.”What?””Winter.”Matthew thought about it. ”Terrible and beautiful. It’s how you know if you’re cut out to be an Alaskan. Most go running back to the Outside before it’s over.””The […]
Deborah Feldman: Unorthodox: The Scandalous Rejection of My Hasidic Roots
I am not aware at this moment that I have lost my innocence. I will realize it many years later. One day I will look back and understand that just as there was a moment in my life when I realized where my power lay, there was also a specific moment when I stopped believing […]
Rebecca Makkai: The Great Believers
In her current life, it happened at least once a week that someone would wander into the store and then, when they discovered its mission, say something like ”Oh, I remember that time!” Fiona had learned to check her temper, to push her toes into the floor so her face didn’t change. ”I knew someone […]
Kiran Millwood Hargrave: The Mercies
Maren knows Mamma has nightmares too. But she doubts her mother wakes with salt on her tongue, the sea mottling her breath. Sometimes Maren wonders whether she brought this life upon them all with her wishing for time alone with Diinna and Mamma. For though Kiberg is close, and Alta not so far, no man […]
Kate Elizabeth Russell: My Dark Vanessa
At Browick, he said, teacher-student romances were known to happen from time to time, but he’d never had one because, before me, he’d never had the desire. I was the first student who put the thought in his head. There was something about me that made it worth the risk. I had an allure that […]
Philip Teir: Neitsytpolku
Kukaan ei uskoisi tätä, vaikka kertoisimme, Paula sanoi. Tämä on maailman tylsin pettämisjuttu. Omituista, että me vain juttelemme tuntikausia, kun ajattelee miten huono omatunto meillä on. Mutta siinähän se juuri onkin, Richard sanoi. Tämä on paljon vahvempaa. Mutta silti, Paula sanoi, koko tämä kulmakunta, varsinkin tämä naapurusto, on täynnä ihmisiä jotka vain pettävät iloisesti ajattelematta […]
Cho Nam-joo: Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982
Kim Jiyoung is thirty-three years old, or thirty-four in Korean age. She got married three years ago and had a daughter last year. She rents a small apartment on the outskirts of Seoul with her husband Jung Daehyun, thirty-six, and daughter Jung Jiwon. Daehyun works at a mid-size IT company, and Jiyoung used to work […]
Jonas Hassen Khemiri: Soitan veljilleni
SOITAN VELJILLENI JA SANON: Äsken sattui niin sairas juttu. Ootteko kuulleet? Mies. Auto. Kaksi räjähdystä. Keskellä kaupunkia. Soitan veljilleni ja sanon: Ei, ketään ei ole otettu kiinni. Ei ole epäiltyjä. Ei vielä. Mutta tästä se alkaa. Valmistautukaa. Jonas Hassen Khemiri: Soitan veljilleni Tukholman Drottninggatanilla joulukuussa 2010 tapahtunut pommi-isku ja sitä seurannut ilmapiirin kiristyminen sai Jonas […]
Jing-Jing Lee: How We Disappeared
Two days passed before I ate anything or spoke to anyone. Two full days of lying on the damp mat, being bent and held down into submission. Thumbs pushed into the sides of my mouth so I couldn’t bite down. There was little reprieve, especially in the first week. One soldier would be done, would […]
Valeria Luiselli: Lost Children Archive
The only thing that parents can really give their children are little knowledges: this is how you cut your own nails, this is the temperature of a real hug, this is how you untangle knots in your hair, this is how I love you. And what children give their parents, in return, is something less […]
Matilda Gustavsson: Yhdeksästoista jäsen - Ruotsin akatemian romahdus
Tuntuu kuin julkistusta edeltävä viikko olisi yhtä ainoaa ohikiitävää vuorokautta. Teen artikkeliin koko ajan muutoksia. Itse tekstin pitää olla selvä ja kristallinkirkas. Osa minusta haluaa myös varmistaa, ettei kukaan pääse sanomaan artikkelia banaaliksi. Skandaalinhakuiseksi tai populistiseksi. Journalistiikasta käytetään sellaisia adjektiiveja, kun käyn keskusteluja ja tutkin akatemian jäsenten tekstejä oppiakseni ymmärtämään Forumin ja Ruotsin akatemian ympärillä […]
Rosa Montero: La ridícula idea de no volver a verte
La creatividad es justamente esto: un intento alquímico de transmutar el sufrimiento en belleza. El arte en general, y la literatura en particular, son armas poderosas contra el Mal y el Dolor. Las novelas no los vencen (son invencibles), pero nos consuelan del espanto. En primer lugar, porque nos unen al resto de los humanos: […]
Jean Kwok: Searching for Sylvie Lee
He started tuning our cellos. The deep tones rang like a human voice, singing its darkest secrets, startling me. The floor shifted as a boat passed, rocked by the waves. I gazed upon him, another man I had known as a boy, his perfect profile impenetrable, but his hands—what tenderness and pain flowed from those […]
Trent Dalton: Boy Swallows Universe
He always stared at the moon, tracked its path over our house from our bedroom window. He knew the angles of moonlight. Sometimes, deep into the night, he’d slip out our window, unfurl the hose and drag it in his pyjamas all the way out to the front gutter where he’d sit for hours, silently […]
Zora Neale Hurston: Their Eyes Were Watching God | Klassikkohaaste 10
So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time. But when the pollen again gilded the sun and sifted down on the world she began to stand around the gate and expect things. What things? She didn’t know exactly. Her breath was gusty and short. She knew things that nobody […]
Erin Morgenstern: The Starless Sea
Far beneath the surface of the earth, hidden from the sun and the moon, upon the shores of the Starless Sea, there is a labyrinthine collection of tunnels and rooms filled with stories. Stories written in books and sealed in jars and painted on walls. Odes inscribed onto skin and pressed into rose petals. Tales […]
Hanna-Riikka Kuisma: Kerrostalo
Kun Ossi on palannut sisälle, ottaa Keijo muistiinpanovälineensä esiin. Hän kävelee paikkaan, josta ei näy huoltomiesten ovelle ja istuu kylmälle betonille. Tajuaa pian istahtaneensa lähiön ainoan taideteoksen äärelle. Ylhäältä katsottuna veistos näyttää vain abstraktilta häkkyrältä, joten sen on tottunut ohittamaan. Hän tarkistaa kännykästään, että se on virallisesti ”betonirungolle muurattu keraaminen reliefi, joka edustaa Suomessa harvinaista […]
Juha Itkonen & Kjell Westö: 7 + 7 - Levottoman ajan kirjeitä
Marraskirjeessäsi oli tiettyä itsekritiikkiä – onko edes oikein kirjoittaa näin isoista, painavista asioista – mutta aion palata joka ikiseen aiheeseen jonka nostit esiin. Maailmassa on niin monia sanan säilän käyttäjiä, niin monia jotka tuottavat nokkelia sutkauksia, niin monia jotka tuhoavat mielipidevastustajansa yhtä kevyen itsestäänselvästi kuin sammakko siirtyy lumpeenlehdeltä toiselle. Olkaamme toisenlaisia, olkaamme raskassoutuisia! Muutama vuosi […]
Jessie Burton: The Confession
Since overhearing her and Deborah’s conversation on the night of the pizza, I had become hungrier for more clues about my mother, yet simultaneously more fearful of what I might discover. So far, Connie had proven prickly when questioned about her life, and only liked to talk about things when she could control the information […]
Johanna Venho: Ensimmäinen nainen
Kirjoitan uneni muistiin. Mitä enemmän kirjoitan, sitä nopeammin sanat tulevat, ja alan tuntea Alekkan tuoksun: märkää hiekkaa, jotain väkevää ja pippurista. Ja sitten kirjoitan muutaman lauseen kuvia, joita mieleen nousee samaan tahtiin kuin Alekka heiluttaisi risuluutaa, vaaralta puhaltaisi pellon yli metsäinen tuuli, hämärä ja säkenöivä. Ilahdun niistä niin, että minun täytyy nousta seisomaan, kävellä talon […]
Victoria Aveyard: Red Queen
My hands clench, and I wish for the lightning again, but it doesn’t come. She knows what I’m doing and laughs openly. Stars explode behind my eyes, clouding my vision, but I hear her go in a swirl of rustling silk. My sight returns just in time to see her dress disappear around a corner, […]
Philip Pullman: The Secret Commonwealth (The Book of Dust Volume Two)
She returned to her thoughts. Did the night-ghosts and fairies and jacky lanterns and other citizens of the secret commonwealth exist only in her imagination? Was there a logical, rational, scientific explanation for such things? Or were they inaccessible to science, and baffling to reason? Did they exist at all? ’Such things’ included dæmons, surely. […]
Ta-Nehisi Coates: The Water Dancer
They knew our names and they knew our parents. But they did not know us, because not knowing was essential to their power. To sell a child right from under his mother, you must know that mother only in the thinnest way possible. To strip a man down, condemn him to be beaten, flayed alive, […]
Ian McEwan: Machines Like Me
We create a machine with intelligence and self-awareness and push it out into our imperfect world. Devised along generally rational lines, well disposed to others, such a mind soon finds itself in a hurricane of contradictions. We’ve lived with them and the list wearies us. Millions dying of diseases we know how to cure. Millions […]
Margaret Atwood: The Testaments
Finally I reached my inner sanctum, deep in the Forbidden World Literature section. On my private shelves I’ve arranged my personal selection of proscribed books, off-limits to the lower ranks. Jane Eyre, Anna Karenina, Tess of the d’Ubervilles, Paradise Lost, Lives of Girls and Women – what a moral panic each one of them would […]
Colson Whitehead: The Nickel Boys
Nickel Boys were cheaper than a dime-a-dance and you got more for your money, or so they used to say. In recent years, some of the former students organised support groups, reuniting over the internet and meeting in diners and McDonald’s. Around someone’s kitchen table after an hour’s drive. Together they performed their own phantom […]
Yuval Noah Harari: Sapiens - Ihmisen lyhyt historia | Kansallisteatteri: Sapiens
Viidensadan viime vuoden aikana on tapahtunut valtava määrä vallankumouksia. Maapallo on yhdistynyt yhdeksi ekologiseksi ja historialliseksi kokonaisuudeksi. Talous on kasvanut eksponentiaalisesti, ja ihmiskunnalla on nykyisin rikkauksia, joista aiemmin kerrottiin vain saduissa. Tiede ja teollinen vallankumous ovat antaneet ihmiskunnalle yli-inhimilliset voimat ja käytännöllisesti katsoen rajattomasti energiaa. Yhteiskuntajärjestys on mullistunut täysin, samoin politiikka jokapäiväinen elämä ja ihmisen […]
Claire Fuller: Bitter Orange
More images come then, one superimposed on the next. And I abandon chronology in favour of waves of memory, overlapping and merging. My final look through the judas hole: I am kneeling on the bare boards of my attic bathroom at Lyntons, one eye pressed to the lens that sticks up from the floor, a […]
Oyinkan Braithwaite: My Sister, the Serial Killer
I stand up and rinse the gloves in the sink, but I don’t remove them. Ayoola is looking at my reflection in the mirror.”We need to move the body,” I tell her.”Are you angry at me?”Perhaps a normal person would be angry, but what I feel now is a pressing need to dispose of the […]
Elif Shafak: 10 Minutes 38 Seconds in this Strange World
Nostalgia Nalan believed there were two kinds of families in this world: relatives formed the blood family; and friends, the water family. If your blood family happened to be nice and caring, you could count your lucky stars and make the most of it; and if not, there was still hope; things could take a […]
Adam Kay: This Is Going to Hurt: Secret Diaries of a Junior Doctor
Tuesday, 8 July 2008 The phrase ’rollercoaster of emotion’ gets a lot of airtime in obs and gynae but I’ve never seen the big dipper hurtle round its loop quite as fast as today. Called to the Early Pregnancy Unit by one of the SHOs to confirm a miscarriage at eight weeks – he’s new […]
Lara Prior-Palmer: Rough Magic - Riding the World's Wildest Horse Race
If the fashion in which I applied to and signed on for the Mongol Derby was characteristically thoughtless, the event itself would, perversely, leave me deep in thought. Grasses and a blue-domed sky. Bodies and wind and rain and pain. Wide, open prairies, and 25 ponies saying, ’Who are you?’ and ’Who are we?’ By […]
Adam Haslett: Imagine Me Gone
What do you fear when you fear everything? Time passing and not passing. Death and life. I could say my lungs never filled with enough air, no matter how many puffs of my inhaler I took. Or that my thoughts moved too quickly to complete, severed by a perpetual vigilance. But even to say this […]
Sophie Mackintosh: The Water Cure
Part of what made the old world so terrible, so prone to destruction, was a total lack of preparation for the personal energies often called feelings. Mother told us about these kind of energies. Especially dangerous for women, our bodies already so vulnerable in ways that the bodies of men are not. It was a […]
Richard Powers: The Overstory
Here and there, solo spires rise above the giants’ chorus. They look like green thunderheads, or rocket plumes. From below, the tallest neighbors read like mid-sized incense cedars. Only now, seventy yards above the ground, can Nicholas gauge the true size of these few old ones, five times larger than the largest whale. Giants march […]
Ingrid & Joachim Wall: Kun sanat loppuvat: Kim Wallin tarina
Lauantaina Kimin ystävät tulevat meille käymään. He tulevat New Yorkista, Dubaista, Oslosta ja Kööpenhaminasta. Olemme liikuttuneita heidän päätöksestään keskeyttää kaikki ja hypätä lentokoneeseen tullakseen meidän luoksemme. Monet heistä ovat meille uusia tuttavuuksia. Olemme kuulleet heidän seikkailuistaan Kimin kanssa, mutta emme ole tavanneet heitä kasvokkain aiemmin. Yhtäkkiä talo on täynnä nuoria ihmisiä. Nauru ja kyyneleet vuorottelevat, […]
Sally Rooney: Keskusteluja ystävien kesken
Nick ja minä olimme tavanneet viikon aikana pari kertaa, aina silloin kun Bobbi oli ollut luennoilla. Nick toi käydessään pieniä tuliaisia. Yhtenä päivänä hän toi jäätelöä ja keskiviikkona rasiallisen donitseja O’Connell Streetin kojusta. Donitsit olivat vielä lämpimiä kun hän tuli, ja söimme ne kahvin kanssa ja juttelimme. Hän kysyi, olinko ollut paljon yhteydessä isääni viime […]
Jonas Hassen Khemiri: Isän säännöt
Kun lapset heräsivät viideltä, isä hoiti hommansa. Hän valmisti aamiaista, vaihtoi aamukakkavaipan, valmisti lapsille hopeateetä, joka oli hänen äidinäitinsä suosikkijuoma ja koostuu lämpimästä vedestä, maidosta ja hunajasta. Naisystävä tosin pelkää kuollakseen että lapset saavat liikaa sokeria, joten juoma on yksinkertaistunut lämpimäksi vedeksi ja maidoksi, mutta naisystävä on myös lukenut uusista tutkimustuloksista, joiden mukaan tavallinen maito […]
Amita Trasi: The Color of Our Sky
In my bedroom, my bed stood neatly covered, just the way I had left it. I could hear the sound of our laughter, smell my childhood – the good Aai used to cook and lovingly feed me – that wafting floral smell of saffron in the pulao, turmeric-perfumed dal, the sweet rasgullas. There wasn’t any […]
André Aciman: Kutsu minua nimelläsi
Päivällisellä hänen kolmantena iltanaan vaistosin, että hän tuijotti minua, kun selostin Haydnin teosta Vapahtajamme seitsemän viimeistä sanaa ristillä, jota olin nuotintamassa. Olin sinä vuonna seitsemäntoista, ja koska olin pöydän nuorin ja se jota vähiten todennäköisesti kuunneltiin, olin ottanut tavaksi yrittää ujuttaa mahdollisimman paljon sisältöä mahdollisimman vähiin sanoihin. Puhuin nopeasti, ja sen takia ihmisille syntyi kuva, […]
Helen Macdonald: H is for Hawk
All the way home on the train I thought of Dad and the terrible mistake I had made. I’d thought that to heal my great hurt, I should flee to the wild. It was what people did. The nature books I’d read told me so. So many of them had been quests inspired by grief […]
John Boyne: The Heart's Invisible Furies
It was a difficult time to be Irish, a difficult time to be twenty-one years of age and a difficult time to be a man who was attracted to other men. To be all three simultaneously required a level of subterfuge and guile that felt contrary to my nature. I had never considered myself to […]
Penelope Fitzgerald: The Bookshop
December 9 1959 Dear Mr Thornton, A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life, and as such it must surely be a necessary commodity. Yours sincerely, Florence Green Penelope Fitzgerald: The Bookshop Törmäsin Storytelissa kirjaan, jolla oli kirjanystävää houkutteleva nimi ja melko […]
Kirjabloggaajien joulukalenteri 2018 - luukku 11 - Joulunviettoa poikkeusoloissa
Kirjabloggaajien joulukalenterin luukku 10 aukesi eilen blogissa Aina joku kesken ja huominen luukku 12 aukeaa blogissa Luetaanko tämä. Kirjabloggaajien joulukalenterin luukussa 11 kurkistetaan hieman toisenlaisiin joulutarinoihin. Äänikirjojen kuuntelu on kasvanut räjähdysmäisesti kuluvan vuoden aikana ja minäkin olen kantanut korteni kekoon. Nopeasti laskettuna olen tämän vuoden aikana kuunnellut noin 30 äänikirjaa lukuaikapalveluista. Ihan sattumalta viime aikoina […]
Michael Ondaatje: Warlight
We are foolish as teenagers. We say wrong things, do not know how to be modest, or less shy. We judge easily. But the only hope given us, although only in retrospect, is that we change. We learn, we evolve. What I am now was formed by whatever happened to me then, not by what […]
Tara Westover: Educated
From my father I had learnt that books were to be either adored or exiled. Books that were of God – books written by the Mormon prophets or the Founding Fathers – were not to be studied so much as cherished, like a thing perfect in itself. I had been taught to read the words […]
Louise Candlish: Our House
Ruinous though the situation is, catastrophic even, it is also quite fitting that it’s ended the way it has, because it has always been about the house. Our marriage, our family, our life they only seemed to make proper sense at home. Take us out of it – even on one of the smart holidays […]
Pikaluotsaus: Carol Shields x 3
On taas pikaluotsauksen aika. Pikaluotsaus on sarja, jossa käsittelen kerralla useamman lukukokemuksen tiivistetymmässä muodossa. Tällä kertaa kaikki kolme kirjaa ovat samalta kirjailijalta, sillä onnistuin hurahtamaan Carol Shieldsin kirjoitustyyliin ja nautiskelin kolme hänen teostaan peräjälkeen. Carol Shields (1935- 2003) syntyi Chicagossa, Yhdysvalloissa, mutta eli koko aikuiselämänsä Kanadassa. Hän on julkaissut lukuisia romaaneja, novellikokoelmia, näytelmiä ja runoja, […]
Lisa See: The Tea Girl of Hummingbird Lane
“You have special abilities,” she goes on. “I don’t mean you are a witch or a fox spirit. And you’ve never seemed drawn to the special gift of healing or magic. Rather, you are like A-ma Mata, who gave birth to the Akha people, who pushed against her restraints, who said, ‘No, I will not […]
Naistenviikkohaaste | A. J. Finn: Nainen ikkunassa
Olen mukana Tuijatan lanseeraamassa Naistenviikkohaasteessa. Tänään nimipäiväjuhlia viettävät Johanna, Hanna, Jenni, Jenna, Jonna, Hannele, Hanne ja Joanna. Näitä nimiä ei ole edustettuina tämän päivän kirjassa, mutta kuka onkaan Nainen ikkunassa? Naistenviikon näkökulmasta kiinnostavaa on myös kirjailijan käyttämä pseudonyymi A. J. Finn. Pseudonyymin takaa löytyy mies, esikoiskirjailija Daniel Mallory. Verhoutumalla nimikirjainten taakse hän on selvästi yrittänyt luoda […]
Naistenviikkohaaste | Märta Tikkanen: Vuosisadan rakkaustarina
Osallistun Tuijatan lanseeraamaan naistenviikkohaasteeseen. Tänään nimipäiviä juhlivat Marketta, Maarit, Reetta, Reeta, Maaret ja Margareeta ja suomenruotsalaisen kalenterin mukaan Greta, Gretel, Margareta, Margit, Margita ja Marit. Onnittelut kaikille nimipäiväsankareille Märta Tikkasen klassikkosäkeiden ja kotimaisen argentiinalaistangon muodossa. Tänään siis vuorossa Märta Tikkasen Vuosisadan rakkaustarina. Alkuun tuntuu hyvältä ihan käsittämättömän, huimaavan hyvältä kun kaikesta huolimatta on niitäkin jotka […]
Naistenviikkohaaste | Sarah Perry: The Essex Serpent
Osallistun taas Tuijatan lanseeraamaan naistenviikkohaasteeseen. Olin jo ajatellut tehdä pikaluotsauksen eli lyhyet arviot viime aikoina kuuntelemistani äänikirjoista, joissa kaikissa on vahva nainen päähenkilönä. Naistenviikon ja haasteen kunniaksi julkaisenkin lyhyet jutut omina postauksinaan. Parhaillaan luettavana on pari kiinnostavaa romaania, jotka myös sopivat teemaan. Nähtäväksi jää ehtivätkö nekin haasteviikkoon mukaan. Ensimmäisenä on kuitenkin vuorossa Sarah Perryn The […]
Ilmar Taska: Pobeda 1946
Poika hyppäsi alas halkopinolta ja juoksi Pobedaa vastaan. Hän näki tuulilasin läpi tutun sedän leveän hymyn. Pobeda pysähtyi, ovi avautui ja mies ojensi kätensä, että poika voisi tehdä pantterinhyppynsä nahkaistuimelle. Autosta paiskautui vastaan sama tuttu haju. Siellä oli hyvä ja lämmin olla. ”Kiva tavata taas, linjurinkuljettaja!” setä sanoi leppoisasti. ”Käännäpä tästä.” Poika ojensi kätensä ja […]
Lisa Genova: Every Note Played
”What about you?” asks Grace, addressing her father for the first time. ”Why didn’t you tell me about this?” He was diagnosed just before Christmas last year. He didn’t want to ruin Grace’s holiday with his grim news. Then full denial set in. He couldn’t have even whispered, alone in his condo with no one […]
Saara Turunen: Sivuhenkilö
Kustantamoni markkinointihenkilö lähettää viestin. Haluaisitko tulla libristi-iltaan? hän kysyy, ja totta kai minä haluan. Haluan tulla minne vain, missä on yksikin ihminen, joka saattaa olla kiinnostunut kirjastani. Libristi-ilta on sellainen, että kustantamon väki kutsuu paikalle kirjakauppojen edustajia ja muita niin sanottuja kirjaentusiasteja. Heille tarjotaan salaattia, jossa on rucolaa ja kirsikkatomaatteja. He saavat juoda viiniä ja […]
Annamari Marttinen: Korsetti
Tajusin että juuri se oli se hetki. Koska emme katsoneet toisiamme, en joutunut näkemään hänen kasvojaan, silmiään ja suutaan. Eikä minun tarvinnut näyttää hänelle minun. -Minun pitää sanoa sinulle yksi asia. Hänen vartalonsa omaani vasten jäykistyi sekunniksi, mutta rentoutui sitten taas. Hän oli luottavainen. Puhalsin ilmat keuhkoistani ja hän nousi ja laski rintani päällä kuin […]
Gail Honeyman: Eleanorille kuuluu ihan hyvää
Menimme erääseen ketjuun kuuluvaan kahvilaan – olin nähnyt muita samanlaisia ympäri kaupunkia. Jonotimme tiskille, ja tilasin vuorollani ison suklaacappuccinon ja siihen kaksinkertaisen annoksen kermaa ja hasselpähkinäsiirappia. Tiskin takana seisova nuori mies kysyi nimeäni. ”Mihin sinä tarvitset sitä?” kysyin äimistyneenä. ”Kirjoitan sen pahvimukiin, etteivät juomat mene sekaisin”, nuorukainen vastasi. Naurettavaa. ”Toistaiseksi en ole kuullut kenenkään tekevän […]
Jon McGregor: Reservoir 13
The missing girl’s name was Rebecca, or Becky, or Bex. She had been thirteen at the time of her disappearance. She’d been wearing a white hooded top with a navy-blue body-warmer, black jeans, and canvas shoes. She would be taller than five feet now, and her hair may have altered in both style and colour. […]
Elizabeth Strout: Anything is Possible
The car engine made a few clicking sounds as they sat in silence. ”You asked about my mother,” Pete said after a few moments. ”Nobody has ever asked about my mother. But the truth is, I don’t know if my mother loved us or not. I don’t know about her in some big way.” He […]
Mohsin Hamid: Exit West
He prayed fundamentally as a gesture of love for what had gone and would go and could be loved in no other way. When he prayed he touched his parents, who could not otherwise be touched, and he touched a feeling that we are all children who lose our parents, all of us, every man […]
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