From storm to serino cake. Fiction portraits in books
Fathers are like most people: completely different. On the occasion of Father’s Day on Sunday, we have picked up a handful of different, but equally fascinating, fathers written from Nordic literature.
This fall, many novels have come about fathers. Not just Vetle Lid Larssen’s autobiographical novel , but also debut novels by Leonard Ibsen , Synnøve Macody Lund and Per Schreiner .
It’s been a long time since I heard about Leonard Ibsen Jar the first time, and I’ve been curious about it since then. Perhaps not so strange since the publisher, it referred to as “probably one of the most self-publishing debut novels for a long time”. I’ve finally started reading the book: Leonard has moved home to Jar, to his father’s apartment, together with his own family. His own father died early, and it is about missing a father in addition to fear, both for a violent leader, but also for how violence can be inherited. Although this may not be a feelgood father portrait, I look forward to the continuation.
Ingrid about a good father in the Aurora books of Anne-Cath Vestly
Aurora’s fine wise father Edvard was not like other fathers in the 60’s. His choice of being home with the children is untraditional even today. While the mother of Aurora earns the money for the family as a lawyer, father Edvard sits Sibrates, bakes serinacakes and does all the housework. AND, of course, he is not a slap of luck – on top of all, he finds time to write his doctoral dissertation.
Astrid about a father with a sense of drama
Fathers reviews may not be the one I’ve most noticed when I read, fathers often have a vague and somewhat invisible role in many texts, but there are exceptions. One of these exceptions is Tove Jansson’s mummy card. In most stories he has no big role, but once you have read more of the books, you realize that here you have a dad who loves storms!
He simply loves storms, storms and disasters, and uses every opportunity to pull his sleeper and a little anxious family out of the duvets and the cozy cozy stove.
In adulthood, I read both the relatively autobiographical sculptor’s daughter and a biography about the author Tove Jansson. One of the things I still remember is how she describes her own father:
“The first time Dad showed me his fire it was winter. He walked over the ice and mom came and pulled me on a toboggan. It was the same red sky and the same black people who ran and something terrible had happened. “
– and later in the same book:
«All night the gentlemen went down to the beach and checked that everything was as it should. They pulled into the boats and measured the height of the water and assessed the wind power on the outer surface. Sometimes dad came in and looked for if we were left and stuffed bread in the pockets. He looked at me and knew that I thought as much about the storm as he. “
So mummipappa had a real life model and little Tove shared his dad’s eagerness when it came to natural disasters and drama.