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 […]

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. […]

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 […]

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, […]

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 […]

”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 […]

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 […]

’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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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”, […]

’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 […]

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 […]

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, […]

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 […]

”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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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, […]

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 […]

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 – […]

’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 […]

”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 […]

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 […]

’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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

”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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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: […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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, […]

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. […]

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, […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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, […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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, […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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, […]

“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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

”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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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. […]

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 […]

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 […]