”the human need for consolation is insatiable” beat the Stig Dagerman once fixed. Winged has the quote been, and loved. But the need of the opposite seems to be the same size, or rather the need for it that actually makes the sought-after comfort meaningful. The suffering, the misery, horror and death.
usually suffering get many likes. There is, in particular, a woman whose boyfriend passed away some years ago, and that followed his struggle opening and conveyed the events for anyone who wanted to latch on to. Her need of comfort was as great as her readers need to read about the suffering and comfort with the help of various symbols and encouraging response.
She still keeps on with all the more heart-breaking recollection. Now she goes up in the early spring and get hurt by everything she sees, everything that he never more will see. A daffodil, a glassclown, a glitter on the bay. Sometimes publishes her favourites in the replay. And her readers can’t get enough. It’s like a codependency of suffering and consolation, comfort and suffering.
It has probably always been a literary tradition, this with the poignant depictions of suffering and destruction. Alexandre Dumas (d): y wrote in 1848 about the ”He” and her lonely, humiliating death in tuberculosis. The readers knew that Marguerite portrayed in the novel had a biographical model, namely Alexandres mistress.
with a few covert, and dramatized the sufferings. It must be real and it must be genuine people and the author is as close as you can. Not even the old skillingtrycken or låtskräckisar that ”In a hall at the hospital” comes in the vicinity of these modern depictions, because the former is for the public. This now want to have authenticity, preferably with picture proof.
the Critic Rebekah Kärde wrote here in DN (15/4) if poetry is ”sommarpratifiering”. It was speaking of the debutante writer David zimmerman’s ”Light and radiation”, which takes place in the poet’s father who dies of cancer. Other poets with a similar theme in recent times is Tua Forsström, Jonas Brave, Jenny Tunedal, Felicia Stenroth and Kalle Hedström Gustafsson.
On the contemporary Swedish office area needs to be enough Empty Examples of ”In every moment, we are still alive ‘ from autumn 2015 to be the big pioneer. It is about how the author’s girlfriend dies in childbirth of their daughter. It is horrible reading, but there is also a ”story about life” – if one must summarize the many rapturous reviews.
That may not be bottomless. You must at the same time, celebrate life, for it is, of course, where the consolation comes in. The Swedish lidandelitteraturen should not feel like a gloomy graveyard, but as a modern, secular funeral where the dress code after all, is ”something sleek”.
It need not at all be the death that stands in the centre. It also goes well with related parties that are suffering from diseases, which allows them to slowly and painfully slipping away from the author.
After the Malmquist have at least 30 books on the autobiographical, the suffering passed through my hands, several of the large established publishers, others more or less egenutgivna. The latest in the series is Eric rosén’s ”I regret with all my heart it is where I may have done”, which – one might say – raises the stakes when it will depend on the theme. Rosén combines the early 2010 century poignant theme of papparelationer, with the depiction of the father’s slow suicide, as a result of drug addiction and his prison due to a murder he almost certainly committed.
of the these books. You can clearly see how they differ from the criticism of the right and plain fictitious, ankarlösa, books. Often used reviews as heartbreaking and deeply touching. Reviewers will be a bit more open, personal, and describes how they have to go and take a walk in the middle of the reading, or how the story overpowers them when they wake up in the night.
talking significantly less about the language and style of this kind of reviews. You talk hardly at all about such things. Such a discussion might have felt a bit like an insensitive breach of decorum, much like in the hilarious story, the man who was in the house next door, got the news that the neighbor has just passed away, and asked: ”he said nothing about a can of paint?”.
in the depictions of pain and suffering. You can write in many different ways and it feels sad when it broke his heart content stuns the reader. But surely is the need of the suffering and consolation greater than the need for stylistic discussion.
More lidandelitteratur is to wait for the release and when can you recall some other lines as Stig Dagerman wrote, a Dagsedel from 1947 about the lack of space in health care that are only partially lost in topicality:
Crowded is if the bliss
and with the saints standing in the queue.
Nowhere we have to live.
Nowhere we have to die.
Read more bokkrönikor by Jonas Thente, such as the one about the Swedish psykogeografiska poverty.
