They get together fourteen years before she begins to lose memory, at the dance floor Galejan at Skansen, a late summer evening who asks. The narrator offers up to dance, one is struck by the sudden tenderness in the face of her lost, defiant countenance and nedklädda style. Shortly after midnight, they go In together out of town, ”but to imagine that our love would survive almost everything we saw around us”. Fourteen years later, begins the narrator to write down the lover’s – annabelle’s – memories, to preserve them for her when she started to enter in the demensens fog.
One of love’s greatest peculiarities is how it manages to create a past for the beloved, so much so that sometimes it can seem like you known each other for a lifetime, although even the roads has just been crossed. The beloved is both created and avskapad in the lovers ‘ eyes: the love sews the loved one’s history with the contours and color, but without sacrificing the philosopher Roland Barthes calls the ”atopos”: it is of her who is inaccessible and unique, and too complex to be incorporated in some idealiserande portrait or linear narrative.
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Alice Staffan Beckman in his new, beautiful animation ”do you Remember?”, where berättarjaget Alice recounting of the beloved past, and their shared life, initially in an attempt to be neutral and objective. Hen touch annabelle’s upbringing in Gröndal, a childhood swimming in the lake Trekanten, the unhappy marriage at the age of 18, they alone this. At work stansoperatris on Svelast, a rape and two abortions, the loves that have come and gone. The narrator reproaches himself when he will himself to embroider it out and add the details of the hen can not possibly know. But also realize soon that it is her type after all can not disconnect the own love; and that the story equally, and of necessity must touch upon the hen herself, which not takes something of its truth.
In a slutpassage reproduces the narrator on their first sexual attempt, which failed, but precisely because of it also allowed their love meeting: ”it was the first time /…/ then I decided who or what I must be, I got to experience that someone wanted me still – or just because! and the most wonderful thing that it was just you”. During annabelle’s gaze occurs, thus the liberating and transforming encounter between a woman who for a lifetime traumatised by a long line of men, and another who finally got tired to continue to try to be one.
So, carrying also the book the lure of the reciprocity that each relationship grows out of; from Alice glance at Annabelle, annabelle’s on Alice. I’m thinking about why the aging process and minnesförlusten not colored by the same pain as in other depictions, and think that maybe it’s because their love is not idealiserande, from the beginning, emerged from the skavankerna and the lack, since the evening ended in ”failure”.
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the book proposes annabelle’s neighbor Lasse at the service building for Alice, ”that we shall cooperate to take care of Annabelle as if we were her parents, I as her mother, he as her father”. So will the aging process and disease in itself also a form of queer existence, the basis of which love, and life forms are created again and again. I am strangely moved by this short book, which moves gently between the past and the present in the sequential passages, in a language andnödsljust and easy.
