Dorte is twenty and adrift, pretending to study literature at Copenhagen University. In reality she is riding the trains and clocking up random encounters in her new home by the railway tracks. She remembers her ex, Per – the first boyfriend she tells us about, and the first she leaves – as she enters a new world of transient relationships, random sexual experiences and awkward attempts to write.
A book with all the bigness hidden away.
There is so much in this book, so much hinted at and alluded to. So much going on off-screen. [...] One of the literary finds of the year.
A beautiful evocation of the reckless naïveté of the early years of adulthood. [Helle Helle’s] pared back style gives the novel a haunting quality, exquisitely reflecting the detachment and doubts of the protagonist’s life. [...] This is a highly recommended introduction to the work of a talented new name on the European literary scene.
Some pieces of literature, no matter how great an effort you make as a critic, cannot be opened or captured in a way that does justice to the work. That’s how I feel about Helle Helle’s new and unusually precious novel... Most of the sentences are small works of art, containing a whole story in themselves.