Oh, Lunar Street
Viktoria Jäderling
Viktoria Jäderling’s literary debut is a collection of fifteen short stories that range across quests and executions, enormous fires and extreme sex appeal, mothers – including fake, and childless ones – magnificent failures, and the end of pop. The…
The Summer of Kim Novak
Håkan Nesser
One summer in Närke at the beginning of the sixties. “It’s going to be a hard summer”, says 14-year-old Erik’s father. And it is.This is the summer when Kim Novak gives Erik his first glimpse of what life has to offer. But what is actually happening?…
Evil Games
Jan Mårtenson
The good-natured antiques dealer Johan Kristian Homan is drawn into a tangle of power games and corruption dating back to when a Gustav Klimt painting disappeared from Vienna without a trace, during the Nazi plunder. When the only surviving heir to t…
Death By Scissors
Marie Bengts
It is summer 1957 and seamstress Hannah Lönn is on her way to the little town of Eneby in southern Sweden, to help her aunt, who has hurt her leg. At the sewing circle – which purports to bring together all the local woman to sew, but in reality is m…
Falling
Anna Platt
Five people, five interconnected lives. FALLING, a touching novel in the same vein as Short Cuts, the movieAn emotionally charged novel of five interlinked stories, all revolving around the crash of a JAS fighter jet on a practice run outside the Swe…
The Oblique Place
Caterina Pascual Söderbaum
THE OBLIQUE PLACE is a complex and multifaceted narrative that in evocative, vibrant prose examines guilt and responsibility.This is a family saga spanning several generations, with roots in the dark history of the twentieth century, from Nazi German…
Drink the Warmth from My Hand
Bengt Ohlsson
DRINKING THE WARMTH FROM MY HAND is a sad story about a man who begins to reconsider most of his relationships and thus slowly realises the extent of his loneliness, in the middle of a big city life filled mingling, theatre premieres and couples dinn…
Norton’s Philosophical Memoirs
Håkan Nesser
Now don’t start getting ideas. I am not a philosopher. I’m a dog. But I look like a philosopher, they say, and I’m not sure the distinction is as great as you might think. I’m what’s known as a Rhodesian Ridgeback. My forebears used to hunt lions in…
