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Download Epub Format ☆ Ut og stjæle hester PDF by × Per Petterson I was sorry when I turned to the last page And surprised my right hand still held several pages of the book, and I hadn t realized they were the blank ones that often come at the end.
I was sorry, because I wanted to spend time in this space rural Norway, mostly, with ventures into Oslo and Sweden I wanted to spend time with the narrator, Trond, whose name rarely emerges in the text and who we follow when he is fifteen and when he is sixty seven, with ventures elsewhere in his life.
It s the story of a man who, growing older and having suffered a terrible loss, retreats to an old cabin in the country He tells no one where he s going, not even his daughters, who he loves, and not because he didn t want them to know, exactly, he just didn What do we see when we look back over our lives Are we the hero of our own story Looking into that mirror, can we really see ourselves, or is our view doomed to be perpetually blocked, offering maybe a Maigret image of only the backs of our heads A man, 67, Trond, lives alone in a small house by a lake in east Norway and contemplates his past We travel back and forth between the present, 1999, and 1948 when he was a fifteen year old, living with his father in a summer place The events of that summer defined his life in many ways This is his coming of age story I was very much of two minds about this book For the first half, maybe two thirds, I loved it, thought it might be a masterpiece There is a rich store of allusion here, imagery that fills, language that offers structure and beauty in support of its aims, story telling craft that mostly worked very well But I found th We Were Going Out Stealing Horses That Was What He Said, Standing At The Door To The Cabin Where I Was Spending The Summer With My Father I Was Fifteen It Was And One Of The First Days Of JulyTrond S Friend Jon Often Appeared At His Doorstep With An Adventure In Mind For The Two Of Them But This Morning Would Turn Out To Be Different What Began As A Joy Ride On Borrowed Horses Ends With Jon Falling Into A Strange Trance Of Grief Trond Soon Learns What Befell Jon Earlier That Day An Incident That Marks The Beginning Of A Series Of Vital Losses For Both Boys Set In The Easternmost Region Of Norway, Out Stealing Horses Begins With An Ending Sixty Seven Year Old Trond Has Settled Into A Rustic Cabin In An Isolated Area To Live The Rest Of His Life With A Quiet Deliberation A Meeting With His Only Neighbor, However, Forces Him To Reflect On That Fateful Summer What in the hell just happened here What in the hell I am completely flummoxed by my own reaction to this book.
So, quick back story on this About 3 years ago, I was hiding out in the kitchen at a neighbor s New Year s Eve party My husband had become trapped against the wall in the den, stuck in a conversation with several other men, forced to listen to a man give the play by play on how he had just tiled his floors I saw that I couldn t save my spouse, so I had slipped into the kitchen unseen and quickly discovered the best bottle of Pinot Noir I ve ever had in my life Moments later, another woman entered the kitchen with a declaration of Bloody hell so I poured her a glass of the precious wine Naturally, she took a seat When I asked her the question that I ask of all normal appearing strangers, What are your top 5 books of all time she surprised me by answering, I have only one The book that began with an ending, ended up winning me over If you look back on your life what will you see Will you be happy with your relationships Will you be proud of your actions Will you be haunted by past events that forever changed your life Actions have consequences How do consequences affect a person for life I read this book when it first came out with my book club and it blew me away in a very quiet subtle way Par Peterson is an award winning Norwegian writer who introduces us to 67 year old Trond Sander who is living an isolated lifestyle He lives in a rustic cabin and is determined to spend the rest of his life living in virtual isolation His second wife has died and he has forgotten neglected to tell his adult daughters his whereabouts He has a meeting wit My copy of Ut og stj ler hester has a little tear in the dust jacket, and when my girlfriend sees it she looks at me reproachfully, she respects books in a way I cannot, as physical objects, and she had bought me this elegant first edition as a present, but now I had carelessly used the dust jacket to mark my page and put too much strain on the paper, it had not been important to me, for I respect books in my own way and was lost in the author s words, in his unique way of using the Norwegian language, which to me is the most beautiful in the world, even though I do not speak it particularly well You could have taken a bookmark from the pile, we have any number of them, my girlfriend says, and, full of remorse, I look on top of the bookcase in the corner of the kitchen and there are indeed several bookmarks The only negative thing I can say or, accurately, am willing to say about this novel is that it begs to be read by the fireplace, and not everybody has a fireplace I don t have a fireplace.
Early November It s nine o clock The titmice are banging against the window Sometimes they fly dizzily off after the impact, other times they fall and lie struggling in the new snow until they can take off again I live here now, in a small house in the far east of Norway A river flows into the lake It is not much of a river, and it gets shallow in the summer, but in the spring and autumn it runs briskly, and there are trout in it I can just see it from my window once the birch leaves have fallen.
It is here that Trond Sander finds the solitude, the peace and quiet he s been longing for with Lyra, his dog It is here, as well, that he comes to realize that with solitude comes reflection, introspection In his case, rumination of nearly seventy years, a lifetime of memories Some good, some haunting.
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I believe we shape our lives ourselves, at any rate I have shaped mine, for what it s worth, and I take complete responsibility But of all the places I might have moved to, I had to land up precisely here I m a sucker for these self reflective sort of novels where the narrator looks back on his or her life and we as readers have the opportunity to make that journey as well I m also crazy about subtle language that in its simplicity still manages to deliver a powerful punch to the reader s gut Author Per Petterson sure seems to have a gift, and I adored the writing in this gorgeous piece of Scandinavian literature Trond Sander, now in the twilight of his years at the age of sixty seven, has decided to move into a small house in eastern Norway where he plans to live out his days in isolation An unexpected encounter with another man triggers a flood of memories from Tr This is a story of growth, of a boy who becomes an adult in an isolated rural region of Norway, close to the Swedish border, in the course of one summer.
But this is also a story of decline, of an old man who revisits the countryside where he last saw his father in 1948, expecting to capture the blinding light of indifferent nature, the flashing clarity of unhurried memories, the physical vigor that pumped up his young body than sixty years ago before the clock of his worn out life ticks out.
Two stories and a single first person narrator, at first separated by the unbridgeable abyss of time, end up converging in a tapestry of revelations and silences that bespeak of the invisible threads that weave fate and chance, choice and serendipity together.
In Petterson s world there is no place for far fetched coincidences, everything that happens in the life of his chara

Per Petterson

Download Epub Format ☆ Ut og stjæle hester PDF by × Per Petterson Petterson knew from the age of 18 that he wanted to be a writer, but didn t embark on this career for many years his debut book, the short story collection Aske i munnen, sand i skoa, Ashes in the Mouth, Sand in the Shoes was published 17 years later, when Petterson was 35 Previously he had worked for years in a factory as an unskilled labourer, as his parents had done before him, and had