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Many kinds of thoughts coming up

World’s best novel? Sorry, I haven’t got the time to write it.

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In original Swedish: Världens bästa aldrig påbörjade roman. These are the titles of my website. I started it in Swedish in 2001. A couple of  years later I tried to translate it in English and felt it was great fun to do. Since then I am keeping up both versions. I won’t say I am very good at English, but I feel that the way I think goes well with the English language somehow.

Recently both URL:s were down. The web host had technical problems. Now it works.

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September 26, 2018 at 10:05

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Beaver attack

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Just a few days ago near my home. Is the beaver moving back here?

Bara några dagar sedan. Flyttar bävern hit igen? Vad tror du, Konstantin Irina?


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July 17, 2017 at 16:58

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Going home

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I walked slowly across the whole island of Lidingö, 8 km from east to west. Finally I reached the bridge and took a moment of stillness there. Very few cars passing, and almost no pedestrians or cyclists.

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July 6, 2017 at 22:49

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The worst … ?

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The worst thing that could happen has not happened yet. Just wait.

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June 26, 2017 at 09:28

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I have seen the Merganser merganser (Swedish: storskrake) a couple of times in the tiny inlet near my home. This is the first time I have any decent pics.


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June 24, 2017 at 15:57

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My Top Ten novels

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I made a list eight years ago. Some later reading experiences crave for admission!

The Idiot – Fyodor Dostoevsky, Russian, I read it in Swedish though. The novel that has all you need, violent love, tender love, crime, religious debate, ridiculous scenes, doubtful business dealings, all of it. And a rather ambiguous message: the title person gets into catastrophe, but I feel that in the heart of it, he is the only sane person and all the others sick.

Der Mann ohne Eigenschaften – Robert Musil, in German. The Man Without Qualities. A counterpart to the above: a very thick unfinished novel with thin contents, but intellectually fascinating and partly very funny.

War And Peace – Lev Tolstoy, Russian. Read in Swedish, alas. A huge painting of Russia in wartime with all kinds of people running into and out of it, with Emperor Napoleon in an important role.

Le Rouge et le Noir – Stendhal, French. The Red and the Black. Youthful passion crushed by corrupt society. Also a harsh criticism of the Catholic Church.

NEW: Our Mutual Friend  –  Charles Dickens. The fates of some families of different social ranks, who at times get entangled with each other. Some disasters and some survivals among them, and at least one happy end. Almost a Dostoevsky of London!

Fröknarna von Pahlen – Agnes von Krusenstjerna, Swedish. The Misses von Pahlen, a series of seven novels about social life in the early 20th century, focusing on a girl who is raised by her unmarried aunt because both parents are dead. Not outspokenly feminist, but still a pioneer in writing about women and men as women see them.

For Whom The Bell Tolls – Ernest Hemingway. Spanish Civil War through the fate of an American volunteer who goes there because he loves the country, not really liking to fight.

Das Glasperlenspiel – Hermann Hesse, in German. The Glass Bead Game. The end of civilisation, and mysterious beginnings of a new one.

Villette – Charlotte Brontë. Of all characters in all novels I know, the one that is most like me is the main character of this one – a woman!

NEW: The Alexandria Quartet  –  Lawrence Durrell. It took me a long time to read all four, not that they should be hard to read, but because the whole has a meditative mood which all along evokes new thoughts in the reader’s mind. The life of a limited circle of people who all know each other more or less, during a few years when they all live in the same city. Even though the narrator is an “I”, all of them on occasions step forward, taking the lead. There are even lots of quotations from an earlier novel which was never really written, because its author himself is a fictional character!

Half alive

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One and the same tree. Alder, I think. The lower branch is dry. The upper one carries buds.


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April 14, 2017 at 19:32

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