Who is the Haggan? She is wrath, she is merciless, she is dumped the mistress and the vengeance of the goddess.
Aase Berg has written a furious, funny, sporadically brittle shimmering but mostly wildly wielding pamphlet to the novel, whether there are things that have happened in the author’s life or not. There is no offspring to the Carina Rydberg’s ”The highest caste” in this way, not confrontational spottloska in named kulturmäns faces so that Maja Lundgren’s ”Mosquitoes and tigers”, but it bears kinship. A both more intensely known, linguistically sharp and theoretically more thought spottloska in not only kulturmäns but also in the whole stupid, stupid on the patriarchy dormant tvåsamhetsdrömmens face.
a woman who ended up in the role of mistress to a (unfortunate) married kulturman from the upper layers. Berg calls her Thelma, when she is still in the account of the passion, the impact, I when she stands on the other side of the betrayal and disguises himself haggans armor. She moves between the two modes, the book through.
right from the start haggan with, but still, in the midst of the unreasonable fury, she can fish up golden memories out of their love story. Thelmas and viktor’s. She never, would never become a mistress, the losigaste of all losiga kvinnopositioner physical burden on women, but that still fell there because his love was so genuine. Not even haggan doubt, it is precisely the absurd paradox that the fires in her wrath, that he actually loved each and every molecule of her existence in the depths but yet you chose to crawl back into the security that is similar to death. In the högborgerliga marriage complete with fancy facades and dumb mendacity.
the Story is the same as we have heard thousands of times. The woman who sacrifices all for love (she leaves her husband who she shares both the children and the farm and horses). The man who fegar out and leave her with all the shame, she was a promise of freedom and a different life.
Aase Berg’s language has a rare intensity. Photo: Sara Mac Key
that, although Aase Berg explains it. The story goes like this ulcerated, wounded and angry and at the same time, between the unreasonable, sometimes annoying ältande, tiraderna, rest in a snapshot of the most beautiful and fragile.
Aase Berg writes near the kind of lyrical essay has grown into a small boom with american writers like Maggie Nelson, Kate Zambreno, and Melissa Brother. Associative with contemporary culture as an archipelago of reference points, wide open the face where the text takes the thought and rigorous in its exploration. But with the distinct Aase Bergskt mind for the language crushers and transform, an intensity of the ordmassorna that pours out of a galnings mouth, but is razor-sharp in its accuracy.
Äktenskapshustrun she calls viktor’s wife and all that she, and women with guilt and silence binds men to him, and slowly, they waste away with them in likstela marriage. ”So brought up men and women in the patriarchy: the small trembling nakenhundar in the lap of one another, trembling of love and hate.” So, it may sound in the book that has become full of dog-eared and marked by precise and sharp formulations: ”In the long run, he wanted to just suck me out to sondmata it luftkippande marriage”.
and shamelessly self-absorbed, sometimes klossig, often too much. Unfair against men, all men, in that bitter way that women learned they may never be if they are to retain their pride. But just over bräddarna the flow of emotions and thoughts as well as fermented itself bulging and smelly during the tightly closing lid is the lovely by the book.
Aase Berg I think, fight, and remember, not least fighting Haggan with the memories, with the difficulty in retaining the memory of Viktor, and love as it was without that lie it ugly because it is the way it feels after betrayal.
She mixes minnesarbetet with reflection and agitation, and so uncompromising is her showdown with the heterosexual marriage that I will myself to glance at my husband across the breakfast table and wonder – am I just being scammed? There is no way to live heterosexual in this world, but be dumb as a sawdust voluntarily go straight into the kvinnofällan?
Aase Berg and make gängtecknet by combining a fuck off finger with a djävulstecken so the hands form a H. Already in the poetry collection ”the Hacker” from 2015, as she herself refers to in the ”Haggan”, begins motståndsstrategin. No one can alone brotta down the system from outside, you have to hack it apart from the inside, like a computer virus.
