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There are silent despair and hopeless desperation of Peter Frederik Jensen's brief glimpse of Danish contemporary fates from a togvindue. In the best being the flashes of narrative and types of people - and desperation contagious
Many of Peder Frederik Jensen 25 very short stories written on the train to and from Copenhagen. They are fast hermanbangske look into the living rooms and garages, kitchens and courtyards, zooming past the train window, and short on time entries or fantasies of the people who have their lives there.
When you add up the stories together into one total sum of togudsigt, paints a gloomy perspective. The characters are isolated, lonely, oppressed by another, but not less self-repressed. Language as conversation and contemplation of each other's little. Most language takes the form of a thought throng of orienteringsløshed and detained aggression. In other stretch the language superficial lines strewn in a thin layer over the pent. I spoke in the 25 short stories one scene with a kind of loving presence. And one scene where a man apparently relate altruistically - spontaneously well - to another human being.
The first describes a man and woman after a chance encounter ends up in her bed, where she reads aloud from a book for him. His stunned reaction: "I am 58 years and have never tried that a woman reading something up for me, while we lie naked on a bed. Something as simple. '
We read of superficial meetings the great gatsny around a core of cynical speculation and bitter showdown between husband and wife and father and son. We see glimpses of other people break up from one kind of emptiness after being abandoned or having lost to embark on another and disappear without a trace. In one tapered, but consistent with the help of the event and rifle cartridge. Ting and cases with the name of
The strongest of the stories, often also surprising, does the rapid personal and environmental subscription. After a few lines or short paragraph is both likely that you believe in them. Perhaps especially on the environment as Peder Frederik the great gatsny Jensen has a keen sense of concretes - stuff with your name on - and a good eye for how much of ourselves that lies in our dealings with things that touch them and be for those words.
And yet, for the short story the weakness, I think, begins in the same place. They are home and implied, and they grow to a degree that barely hinted so that it can be both mystifying and claim basis.
Peder Frederik Jensen likes of dots before the great gatsny subordinate clauses, he holds on the whole of stodgy and thoughtful sentences: "I said that I could afford to buy them out. That I wanted to have a place in Denmark. That it might as well be here. '
When it works, it implied and perpetual non-softly a good impression of all these people's lives during a blylåg. Boldly narrative or openly communicative we should not expect that they are. The style makes sense.
"When they came home, they reached no further than the utility room. She held on to kummefryseren while. The plastic handle, which went on to break off. He forced her down on her knees. She sat down and looked at him from the concrete floor. He opened the freezer. He found a leg of lamb. Turn around, he said. '
The best is Peter Frederik Jensen's short stories when the flashes of the silent, lonely and desperate beings not only gets to the stop and pointed mistrøstighed, but is allowed to unfold. In the texts, as there are several, are the types of people, and desperation contagious. It also illuminates the subtle details subtitles up, as the fly that in one of the stories gives rise to yet another of marriage futile disagreements or reading aloud that turns into a miracle the great gatsny of human presence.
It is also the texts that best sheds light on what is almost like a hidden theme and an antithesis to mistrøstigheden throughout the book. One of Albert Camus' novel (whose the great gatsny title author confused with another) is the concrete, but indirect reference: Foreign unit is a condition of meaninglessness hot sun has made of man solitary and morally apathetic. But perhaps the need for it to be that way.
About horny matrons and rhythm happy Negroes the great gatsny
Discussion Only a competitive Left can win
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There are silent despair and hopeless desperation of Peter Frederik Jensen's brief glimpse of Danish contemporary fates from a togvindue. In the best being the flashes of narrative and types of people - and desperation contagious
Many of Peder Frederik Jensen 25 very short stories written on the train to and from Copenhagen. They are fast hermanbangske look into the living rooms and garages, kitchens and courtyards, zooming past the train window, and short on time entries or fantasies of the people who have their lives there.
When you add up the stories together into one total sum of togudsigt, paints a gloomy perspective. The characters are isolated, lonely, oppressed by another, but not less self-repressed. Language as conversation and contemplation of each other's little. Most language takes the form of a thought throng of orienteringsløshed and detained aggression. In other stretch the language superficial lines strewn in a thin layer over the pent. I spoke in the 25 short stories one scene with a kind of loving presence. And one scene where a man apparently relate altruistically - spontaneously well - to another human being.
The first describes a man and woman after a chance encounter ends up in her bed, where she reads aloud from a book for him. His stunned reaction: "I am 58 years and have never tried that a woman reading something up for me, while we lie naked on a bed. Something as simple. '
We read of superficial meetings the great gatsny around a core of cynical speculation and bitter showdown between husband and wife and father and son. We see glimpses of other people break up from one kind of emptiness after being abandoned or having lost to embark on another and disappear without a trace. In one tapered, but consistent with the help of the event and rifle cartridge. Ting and cases with the name of
The strongest of the stories, often also surprising, does the rapid personal and environmental subscription. After a few lines or short paragraph is both likely that you believe in them. Perhaps especially on the environment as Peder Frederik the great gatsny Jensen has a keen sense of concretes - stuff with your name on - and a good eye for how much of ourselves that lies in our dealings with things that touch them and be for those words.
And yet, for the short story the weakness, I think, begins in the same place. They are home and implied, and they grow to a degree that barely hinted so that it can be both mystifying and claim basis.
Peder Frederik Jensen likes of dots before the great gatsny subordinate clauses, he holds on the whole of stodgy and thoughtful sentences: "I said that I could afford to buy them out. That I wanted to have a place in Denmark. That it might as well be here. '
When it works, it implied and perpetual non-softly a good impression of all these people's lives during a blylåg. Boldly narrative or openly communicative we should not expect that they are. The style makes sense.
"When they came home, they reached no further than the utility room. She held on to kummefryseren while. The plastic handle, which went on to break off. He forced her down on her knees. She sat down and looked at him from the concrete floor. He opened the freezer. He found a leg of lamb. Turn around, he said. '
The best is Peter Frederik Jensen's short stories when the flashes of the silent, lonely and desperate beings not only gets to the stop and pointed mistrøstighed, but is allowed to unfold. In the texts, as there are several, are the types of people, and desperation contagious. It also illuminates the subtle details subtitles up, as the fly that in one of the stories gives rise to yet another of marriage futile disagreements or reading aloud that turns into a miracle the great gatsny of human presence.
It is also the texts that best sheds light on what is almost like a hidden theme and an antithesis to mistrøstigheden throughout the book. One of Albert Camus' novel (whose the great gatsny title author confused with another) is the concrete, but indirect reference: Foreign unit is a condition of meaninglessness hot sun has made of man solitary and morally apathetic. But perhaps the need for it to be that way.
About horny matrons and rhythm happy Negroes the great gatsny
Discussion Only a competitive Left can win
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