In the midst of a fever, the narrator recalls four people who played an important role in her life at one time or another. Two girlfriends, a boyfriend and her mother. How they came into her life, how they faded away, physically, but obviously not in her memories. Good question. Do we really ever lose someone? How are we shaped by the encounters that occur throughout our lives? There’s no real story here, just details of moments, windows through memories, through time. A serene little novel.
“When I was younger I often thought I should travel more and farther, spend more time in foreign countries, that I should be in a constant state of velocity so that I could get out there and truly live, but with time I have come to understand that everything I was looking for was right here, inside of me, inside the things that surround me, in the money jobs that became my actual jobs, in the constancy of the everyday, in the eyes of the people I meet when I allow my gaze to linger.”
Original title : Detaljerna
Translated from Swedish