This is really not my sort of book and I found it disjointed and at time impenetrable. It’s an episodic series of vignettes, evoking scenes from the author’s childhood, poetic and lyrical, with evocative descriptions of the Norwegian countryside but too introspective and contemplative to engage me. There are 12 “chapters”, mostly inconsequential, with lots of water, rivers, rocks and mysterious figures in the landscape. One or two of the sketches had more of an impact on me – the first about a boy, his father and a horse was very poignant. If you enjoy nature writing then this might be for you, but it wasn’t for me. A couple of quotes sum it up for me. “Questions are in the air. But no answers” and “There will never be any answers”. I’m just too pragmatic not to demand a few answers now and again.

Literary fiction at its best.Short spare writing that drew me amazed me with its beauty with its originality.Highly recommend Norwegian writing that will have you in awe .# netgalley #archipeligo

This is a series of vignettes about stoic people living their lives in a remote Norwegian landscape. Many of the stories encapsulate a brief incident or a passing impression, while others recount a somewhat more substantial tale.

The writing here is beautifully done (credit belongs to the translator as well) but it is dominated by rhetorical questioning and overwrought emotions. There is very little by way of characterisation or story to get hold of here. In the end I found this all rather pretentious.

The Hills Reply is a collection of short vignettes by Tarjei Vesaas, translated from Norwegian by Elizabeth Rokkan. Originally published (in Norwegian) in 1968, this reformat and re-release in English is due out 10th Dec 2019. It's 272 pages and will be available in ebook and paperback formats.

These are stark introspective and poetic scenes. There is no index, no table of contents and no precisely discernible order to the collection. There is no plot and no real narrative arc. The translation work is perfect but in no way invisible. The prose has a distinct Norwegian flavor. It's pared down and spare, efficient and quite beautiful.

This would be an excellent selection for a number of academic settings such as foreign literature in translation, modern Scandinavian literature/poetry, possibly even some language translation work. It would also be a great pick for people who appreciate and seek out freeform poetry, modern literature, etc.

Four stars for me, five for lovers of fine literature (which I am also, but this one was so full of sentence fragments and poetic 'bits' that it was a hard slog for me).

'Yet the face is deformed now, distorted and unlike itself, the result of the misfortunes that have come like avalanches- there behind him, where he has left his half-lived life.'

In prose and poetry this is the last book by Norwegian Author Tarjei Vesaas, said to be one of Norway’s greatest writer’s of the twentieth century. Memories flow, with nature ever present, indifferent to human longings, joys, love, and sufferings. Nature both capable of beauty and brutality,

As It Stands in the Memory, a father and son stand in the “sifting snow and sifting thoughts”; the silence of the snow disrupted only by the sternness of the father and failure. A boy who doesn’t know his father, who keeps his thoughts, his forgotten dead dream to himself. A moment, when the son is shamed and will carry it on for the rest of his life, snow and a wounded horse as witness.

In the Marshes and on the Earth he feels eyes upon him, and these eyes belong to the cranes. The beauty of the birds so beautiful he wonders, is this a dream? He is the eyes now, the watcher, delighting in the dance of the cranes. He is in thrall of the flock.

Spring in Winter is about snowdrifts, heartbreak and the bewilderment in the holding of hands. How can one burn when they are so frozen by the elements, chilled by waiting for the heart’s desire? Sent as the bearer of bad news, only to see a beautiful girl in a different light?

Smashed mirrors, kicking out blindly for survival, the danger in the reflective surface of bodies of water, the “wet body is as heavy as stone”, so easy to drown. A thing (a person) can drown as easily as be saved. Rain falling upon the dead, “Five men. That’s not many. One for each finger on your hand.” How did those five men end up where they are, forgotten, nothing. “No one will find them but the flies.” Lyrical writing for so brutal an ending. A deadly ‘quiet’ in a grove. Nature absorbs what a young man feels, about a blushing girl.

It is a book moving through an old man’s life, I think. What better way to tell it then through lyrical delights? Sure, ‘the heart grows lonely’ and everything changes with time, ‘laws, highways, waterways’ and yet the memories plant themselves and remain waiting to be plucked.

I am also, after reading this fine book, very interested in reading The Birds by Vesaas, about a disabled man being cared for by his lonely older sister in an isolated land. I think nature as character is one of the hardest and yet most rewarding works one can conceive. It feels like a mystical experience, a dream (as with the cranes verses within) when one moves with nature, and it is perfectly captured here. A beautiful literary fiction book for anyone who loves lyrical prose. Tarjei Vesaas (1897-1970)

Publication Date: December 10, 2019

Archipelago

A set of stories of varying length, appealing to the senses as much as to the mind. I came to an idea of the Norwegian landscape through the author’s descriptions and his communication of how it made him feel in different episodes of his life. Many of the stories are more poetry than prose, and I confess I found a couple of the shorter ones pretty much impenetrable.

Those involving distinct characters appealed to me most. I was struck particularly by the story of the young boy lying cold and motionless in a marsh, unwilling to move for fear of scaring the cranes that had just landed close by him. My overall favourite, though, comes towards the end of the collection and features the narrator remembering his mother and how she appeared to him in his youth, how he struggled as a child to understand her relationship with his father and her acceptance of how her life had turned out. I found this story almost unbearably poignant.

Many thanks to the publisher Archipelago for giving me the opportunity via NetGalley to read an ARC and discover a new author.

This collection of short stories by the Vesaas has recently been translated from the Norwegian by Elizabeth Rokkan. Even without the occasional foray into poems it would be clear that the author is a poet deeply intent on communicating with his landscape of northern, rural Norway throughout the seasons of the year. His deep meditations on the nature of the places around him – the water, the stones, the weather show his awareness of the non human other, but are also used to explore the depths of human psyche and experience.
Across the sixteen pieces – interleaved with the more occasional poems – some will be philosophical explorations of self, but others are used to reflect his historic memories of living in this challenging environment from his childhood and on into his elderly life. We see early experiences of living in the area as a child – one critical day out collecting wood with his father in a snowstorm with the disaster of their horse being injured and the subsequent need to return home safely. Or memories of his mother coping with harsh and largely isolated farming family life but looking to the joy of community music elsewhere. The story hints at the pressures that placed on her marriage, but the underlying mysterious love that holds her there nonetheless and almost incidentally reflects how hard it is to understand others’ relationships even if not a child.
One tale on the nature and experience of a river travelling through its landscape is mirrored by another on the experience of a man falling into a river and, close to being drowned, washed downstream seemingly for miles unable to escape until rescued. Another tells of a man walking and contemplating suicide while seeking a specific spot – perhaps a tale tripped by local history reports. Once he decides not “normal” teenage life resumes. Several others reflect memories evoked by the impact on the younger Vesaas by the changing weather (and mystery) of the landscape. One truly extraordinary tale is of his being out as a child watching the arrival of the rare dancing crane – to be followed by others in a large flock - and waiting cold and freezing as they approach closer – admiring, but fearing, until they are scared away by movement. The beauty of the images and movements still reverberate in this reader’s memory.
For most readers Vesaas’ places will be an alien landscape, but the images created are visual and deeply evocative. If you explore (in more than the physical) the rural landscapes around you this will be a wonderful and thought provoking book. It could change the way you approach the elements – water, stone, plants and birds - of the places you travel through in the future – Vesaas prompts the reader to look so much closer.
His more deeply philosophical thoughts presented here might be harder to read. Does nature mirror the human experience and emotions or does his deep seeking for parallels point to possible underlying depression in the writer. This definitely means that the chapters of this volume have their own time in a person’s life to be read. That made it hard to read for review to a deadline. So approach this book not in chapter order but as one to dip into quietly and mull over. Then it will involve you in a deep ongoing conversation on the nature of human life, especially if not used lightly but carried with deep awareness of, and involvement with, the wider world.

An intriguing set of essays that read as short stories. It's written in a beautiful way expressing feelings about landscape, waterscape and nature extremely vividly. Any people mostly seem rather incidental but certainly part of the landscape. Some stories are distinctly bizarre with no obvious pattern through them, others gentle ambles through the trees or water or rocks. Life goes on at a very slow and steady pace. - the plodding of the boy, his father and horse pulling logs out of a snowy forest, watching dancing cranes, floating down a stream, dreaming of mother. Well worth reading just for the use of language. Thanks to NetGalley and Archipelago for an advance copy in exchange for my honest review.

Earlier this year I read Vesaas's novels "The Birds" and the "Ice Palace", each of which I gave 5 stars. This collection of short fiction is more difficult to categorize and to read. Some of the stories are seemingly without a plot, with just a wash of feelings and impressions. Others have some plot, but only as a hook on which to hang descriptions of landscapes, dreams, and feelings. One story in particular affected me, that of a suicidal man who lets himself be lured by reflections to fall into a river and sink. He soon finds that dying isn't as easy as he thought it would be, and he struggles to stay afloat, holding on to a fallen branch, slowly losing strength, sinking further and further into hallucinations as he drifts down the river. The description of what he thinks he experiences is mysterious and moving.

All-in-all, this is a book that needs just the right audience. It wouldn't be my first choice as an introduction to Vessas, but there are those readers who will delight in the sparse, impressionistic writing.

Thank you Net Galley. Beautiful and lyrical. a short but excellent read. Loved it. The descriptions of nature are poetic and the situation of the self in it are very moving.

Impressionistic and yet naturalistic, this release from Archipelago publishing house presents a work of Tarjei Vesaas, one of Norway's most honored authors, as yet unavailable in translation. Semi biographical scenes present Norwegian rural life, but it is unclear as to the era. Versaas was born in 1897, so the coming of age sequences are more identifiable. I was particularly taken by an evening in which the narrator sits motionless as a "tussock" (even more so because tussocks to respond to breezes) in order to watch the dance of the cranes. A phenomenon described beautifully by Richard Powers in The Echo Maker. Here, Versaas presents man and nature, giving personality not only to the marshes, animals, and a horse, but also to the rocks. The river. Almost shockingly, there is a chapter recounting an episode of war, so haunting and clear, a reader feels as if they're present despite the poetry of the execution.