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"In fourteen effervescent stories, Dorthe Nors plumbs the depths of the human heart, from desire to melancholy and everything in between. Just as she did in her English-language debut, Karate Chop, Nors slices straight to the core of the conflict in only a few pages. But Wild Swims expands the borders of her gaze, following people as they travel through Copenhagen, London, Los Angeles, Minneapolis, and elsewhere. Here are portraits of men and women full of restless longing, people who are often seeking a home but rarely finding it. A lie told during a fraught ferry ride on the North Sea becomes a wound that festers between school friends. A writer at a remote cabin befriends the mother of an ex-lover. Two friends knock doors to solicit fraudulent donations for the cancer society. A woman taken with the idea of wild swims ventures as far as the local swimming pool."--Amazon.… (more)
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Dorthe Nors (assisted in the English version by her translator Misha Hoekstra) knows how to make the best use of the limited space here. We have a man who finally decides to stand for himself and ends up stuck outside in the middle of winter; we have people who can keep a grudge; we have a man who believes someone to spend some time after his wife's death who gets a not so nice surprise; we have a man dying from cancer and a woman who helps him - or so it seems anyway. They are all real people - flawed, sometimes borderline bad (and maybe not so borderline) - but people. None of the stories really tell a surprising story (and none of them rely on surprising reveals) but they all build their narratives slowly and carefully, giving you details slowly until the full picture emerges - the non linear storytelling, with elements from the past showing up when you think you already know what happens can be annoying sometimes but here, because of the length of the pieces, it actually helps the story work better and not fall flat at the end.
One thing that strikes you when reading the stories is that even in the most intimate of them, there is a distance - sometimes in space (in addition to the stories set in Denmark, there are stories set in USA, Canada, England and Norway and a few stories which spend at least some of their narrative during some type of travel), sometimes in feelings, sometimes both. Noone seems allowed to feel close to anyone else or to be able to connect properly (with one curious exception - in "Sun Dogs", a writer living in a cabin develops a sudden closeness with the mother of an ex-lover - although even in that, there is a different type of remoteness and lack of closeness). The whole collection feels like the author is trying to say "People are complicated and always there but you are always alone, even when other people are around". Setting a lot of the stories away from home for the characters adds more to that feeling of remoteness and isolation (even in the middle of Boston for one of the characters in "Between Offices"). And even when things are going well, even when there is human connection which seems to work, it does not last - the man in "Hygge" may be chased by most women in the seniors meeting and even allows himself to be caught once in awhile but that does not lead to closeness.
None of the stories really shined and yet, I just kept reading the slim collection. Some of the stories in this collections had been published in Harper's, New Yorker, Tin House, A Public Space. That did not surprise me - the collection is exactly what I expect when I read these magazines.
I still wished some of the stories to be a bit longer, a bit more developed - not because they were missing something to be complete but because of all of the unsaid. But then, that just added to the remoteness. And reading them all in order, in one sitting may not be the best way to read the collection - it works length- and time-wise but it gets a bit too gloomy by the end.
If you expect something to happen in every story, this collection may not be for you. While something does happen indeed, a lot of the "something" is mundane and almost banal. But so is life, isn't it?
It was my first book by Nors and I doubt it will be the last.
The man in the opening story