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 […]

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 (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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

“–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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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, […]

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, […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

‘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 […]

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, […]

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 […]

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 […]

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. […]

“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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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? – […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

‘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. […]

“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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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. […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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, […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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. […]

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 […]

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 […]

‘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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

“[…] 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 […]

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 […]

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 […]