Norton’s Philosophical Memoirs
Norton’s Philosophical MemoirsHåkan 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 Africa, but I’m a modernized urban specimen. I don’t hunt much of anything.
I was born somewhere on the plains west of Uppsala, Sweden. In the beginning I was blind and tumbled around with my siblings. We pooped and bit each other and nursed, and our mother — who I must admit was kind of a bitch — tried to raise us to the best of her ability. Without all that much success, I must say too.
When I was about two months old I was adopted. Two long-legged humans, a man and a woman, came and picked me up, loaded me in a car and drove into town. This is the story of the eleven years we spent together.
‘[A] wonderful declaration of love. … We sense the dog-lover Hakan Nesser in every well-chosen detail. … Norton [is] a gentle interpreter of both man and dog, and how we spend our time together on earth. And it is an absolutely delightful read.’
– Svenska Dagbladet
‘This is lovely, you can read it in one sitting and just relax. Norton has humour and – unsurprisingly – the same verbal fluency as his master.’
– Borås Tidning
Dutch: De Geus
English (W): Head of Zeus
German: btb Verlag
Italian: Ugo Guanda
Norwegian: Gyldendal Norsk Forlag