To cook a bear
Author: Mikael niemi (1959)
original title: Koka Björn
Published: 2020
The year is 1852, in the very north of Sweden. a missing girl is found dead in the forest. then another girls is seriously injured. the locals belive a bear is Attacking. the pastor Believes something else is going on. together with the boy, Jussi, they head out to find the murderer.
i am agile and fleet on foot, in the next river valley Before anyone misses me. there is hardly a trace of me left behind, no more than an animal´s. my feet tread on grass and moss that spring back up. when i build a fire i use old firepits, and the ash i make settles, Invisible, on the ash others have made. I answer the call of nature in the forest, lifting up a clod of earth and replacing it Afterward. the next traveller can place his foot right on top without noticing a thing; only the fox can detect a faint human scent. in winter my ski tracks fly across the Pillowy skies of snow several cubits above the ground; and on spring`s arrival all the pockmarks left by my sticks will Melt away. it is possible for humans to live this way, without damaging, without Disturbing , Whiteout Really Existing: Being like the forest, like a host of summer leaves and Autumn Detritus, like midwinter snow and myriad buds Opened by the sun in spring. when it is finally time to leave, it is as though you have never been here.
Winter stories
Author: Ingvild Rishøj (1978)
original Title: Vinternoveller
Published: 2014
Three hard-hitting stories About people Trying to get by. But also Vulnerability and compassion. told with understated everyday realism. Cold and dark in many ways.
“why couldnt we help him out with some change?” she says.
I look towards the bend in the road.
Because there is no such Thing as small change. Because your father Hasn’t paid child support in three months, Didn’t you Notice that he Didn’t call on Your birthday, I put you to bed with your birthday crown from Kindergarten on your head, and afterwards i sat at the kitchen table with my feet on the chair and my forehead on my knees. he`s thinking about other girls now. do you see these two 10-kroner coins and these 20-kroner coins? they have to get us through the rest of the Weekend. do You see this tattoo, its your fathers Name. if i could afford it, i would get it changed into a bird, i have even drawn that bird, on greaserproof paper, one evening i sat at the kitchen table, and the bird turned out nicely, the wings lifting at the tips, it looked like it was taking Flight.
it stars to rain. i pull up the hood on her jacket.
“Because we Can’t help everybody”, I say.
Stolen
Author: Ann-hèlen laestadius (1971)
Original Title: Stöld
Published: 2023
It is winter in Sapmi. 9-year-old Elsa is skiing alone, when she Witnesses a man Killing her reindeer calf. This is the First book in a trilogy About Elsas struggle to defend her indigenous heritage and her Family’s way of life.
She skied on shaky legs to were the man was last standing, removed her mitten, and picked up the ear. she wiped the snow away and got blood on her palm. it Wasn’t the whole ear; he`d cut off just the outermost part, were the marking was.
she glanced a the dead body by the fence.
It was Nàstegallu – Elsas reindeer. The white patch between her eyes, and her Unusually long legs. drops of blood covered her soft fur. elsas reindeer, without the earmark to show where she belonged.
elsa couldnt cry, couldnt scream.
there was a Frightening clamor in her head. the thought One day she would kill the man who did this.
a winter book
Author: Tove Janson (1914-2001)
original Title:
Published: 2006
A collection of twenty short stories by the finish writer Tove Jansson.
In the morning its very important not to begin to tidy up too obviously. and if one lets in all that nasty fresh air, anyone can catch cold or get depressed.
It’s important to break the new day in very gradually and gently. things look different in daylight, and if the Difference seems to sudden everything can be Spoilt. one must be able to move about in peace and quiet and see how one feels and wonder what is it one really wants to do. one always wants something the next day, but one doesnt really know what. finally one thinks perhaps it`s pickled herring. and so one goes Into the pantry and has Another look and there really is some pickled herring there.
and so the days go on quietly and its evening again and perhaps there are some new candles. everyone behaves terribly cautiously Because they know how little it takes to upset everything.
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