Chapters (84)
- Cover
- Landing Page
- TROLLS
- Contents
- The snowmobile track was…
- SATURDAY TWENTY-FIRST OF JUNE TWO THOUSAND AND FOURTEEN
- Seated in a plastic chair…
- It was a Monday…
- A patient…
- After exiting the mess…
- Lennart opened the door…
- Every time Anders tried…
- Diana sat in front of her computer…
- Lennart hung the headlamp…
- When I walked out onto the square…
- The door to his office was locked…
- It was early morning when they arrived…
- Håkan took off his watch…
- Anders was sitting on the sofa…
- The sound of a lorry reversing…
- Lennart peered into the reeking…
- Diana ended up setting off later…
- Anders studied the strange…
- Grete sat gazing out the window…
- The car was turning around when Diana stepped…
- Elias was sitting outside Frasse’s…
- Anders was standing in front of the …
- Susso told her she was going…
- Rune was hobbling around…
- When Diana opened her eyes in the dark…
- Every now and then …
- Anders had asked if he should bring anything…
- Lennart followed behind the motorhome…
- I recognised the girl…
- Abraham had stopped at the top of the ridge…
- Anders looked at the house on the other side…
- Diana couldn’t see anything…
- The mouse followed us everywhere…
- Diana walked toward the sea…
- Ipa was more or less constantly…
- In Varangerbotn, Diana turned into an Esso…
- Anders was woken up by the sound of…
- When I entered the kitchen that morning…
- Ipa had ripped the tape off …
- It was close to eleven at night…
- Stava climbed out of the car…
- I didn’t recognise her at first…
- It was the intensifying, suffocating…
- Lennart was lying on his back…
- Anders stood by the edge of the lake…
- ‘You can take those off now…
- When Roland told me he had asked…
- Anders was in the kitchen…
- ‘There they are,’…
- When Anders woke up…
- Diana sat with her phone…
- Anders closed his eyes…
- Seeing Susso’s car parked…
- I had a message and when…
- Diana sat with her hand around…
- I was watching TV when Diana called…
- Every once in a while, Anders was…
- Her dad was fiddling with something…
- Lennart drove across the ling bridge…
- Diana tapped her nails against…
- Stava stepped through the door…
- Diana had planned to tell…
- It frightened me half to death…
- Diana was out of bed…
- Lennart was sitting in the hallway…
- Kiruna had got it in her head…
- I picked up my phone from the…
- Diana looked in through the kitchen…
- Näcken slowed down and stopped…
- Lennart stood there with…
- The car was parked behind…
- Anders was kneeling on a…
- It was incomprehensible…
- Susso was sitting in the armchair…
- Lennart lay in bed with both shoes and clothes on…
- Diana saw her through the window…
- I counted the days, every single one…
- About the Author
- Copyright
She was holding her cup but hadn’t so much as sipped her coffee yet; it was probably ice cold by now.
‘He’s with Diana’s parents.’
‘Is he going to stay there?’
‘No. I think we’ll be heading home in a few days.’
We sat in silence for a while. Then I said:
‘How are Kent and Eva anyway?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘You don’t know?’
She shook her head.
‘But surely Diana’s been over?’
‘She’s been busy with her own things. So I don’t think so.’
‘Maybe I should talk to them.’
Susso got to her feet and stood there looking at me with her living eye and her dead eye and I didn’t know which one to focus on. It looked like she was about to say something mean but chose to bite her tongue.
Then she left. The front door slammed shut and I sat at the table with my hands on the table top, gazing out the window. As usual, my eyes were drawn to the mine. Sometimes I think it looks like one of those Mesopotamian ziggurats and sometimes the kind of flat-topped mountains you see in westerns. Now I fancied I could see the mountain itself, with its levelled summit. Like some kind of melancholy mirage from days long gone. I could glimpse the city hall steeple with its blue bandage between the downy birch trees in Ferrum Park. They were finally renovating the clock, which had stood still for an eternity. The wind turbines on Viscaria were standing still too. A sparse sprinkling of small, deathly pale flowers that no one wanted to pick. In the distant wilderness. Outside my window.
About the Author
Stefan Spjut (b. 1973) has worked as a literary critic and culture editor. Stallo, his English-language debut in 2015, has been published in fifteen territories to date. He lives in Stockholm and has two children, a girl and a boy. He holds a black belt in taekwondo and considers himself a reprobate MMA junkie.
Copyright
First published in the UK in 2019
by Faber & Faber Ltd
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London WC1B 3DA
Originally published in Sweden by Albert Bonniers Forlag in 2012
First published in the USA in 2019
This ebook edition first published in 2019
Design by Luke Bird
Cover images © Ebru Sider and Aimee Marie Lewis, Arcangel
The right of Stefan Spjut to be identified as author of this work has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988