Andreas, He writes with a dark, glowing language. In his book, as of 2016, ”appeared in the columns that bear from the beginning of the book as a small notepad, a mobile phone, took the form of a självupplevt depressionstillstånd, and a long hospital stay, with other. Afterwards, the author does not remember that he was writing down the lyrics. It was amazing to find some of these razor sharp-worded feelings that come from a relentless darkness, in which many people experience, but few are able to deliver.
the Feeling of having encountered a unique and strong writing, it left me, and where he is now, three years later, with the second part of the ”Row of silence”, in what will be a trilogy, hell, purgatory, and heaven, I will get it confirmed. To Andreas, He already feels integral, which is a video a friend and a guide into the underworld of our psyches, can force us into.
His beläsenhet as a publisher, The Press, and a translator of the classics, from the French, under the pseudonym of Elijah’s Wraak, it gives the text a due to the cast of true literature, which is able to help you when you want to travel and need to establish themselves. They are short pieces, the book is made up of a alloy of his own words and those of others. Thoughts and sentenser, in particular, of the older tradition, sometimes in the latin language.
the Narrator’s failed attempt to live in a stambytande renoveringshus of the ”dirty halvdager”, where the screams of the slagborr, and the people who are moving behind the plastic. He was drinking and taking pills, ”drugs to the whisper of the blood”, live in such a woman crush, and in the way.
as He makes his way to the dominikansystrarnas monastery, in an interview, will receive a cell and an offer to work for food and board because he didn’t have any money. ”Already in autumn of this year. Detached from my life like a grey, blodsvullen the mask.”
He was received by the sisters, to receive help and instruction on the rhythm of the monastery, meals, prayer, and worship. The abbey is opening up for him, the question is whether he will open up to the monastery, or, if the site only gets a thin touch, a fondtapet of it, he would have to go through? ”I have apps for the live, face-uppborrat of trouble.” He is a scribe, undoubtedly at the same time, he needs all the help he can get. A ledsagan out of the dark of the night. However, he is not lättsuggererad, and it is a spiritual call in which one of the sisters is trying to have with him, is not particularly successful: ”some kind of charismatic exorcism.” And the wine at the last supper, is white and sweet, it’s a disappointment. ”I had thought that the blood was red and tight, spicy, heavy. A châteauneuf-du-Pape.”
in the Divorce, that is, in the last book, it opened up the gates of hell for him, it is still the major wound as he walked in, lasting, and bleeding. ”I have eaten the divorce, puke it up and eat it.” There is no comfort. She is his ex, live with one another, and his heart is pounding in black. ”Left: a bit of a joke in the stenmunnen, with a cold grey face. “My wife, my wife, why have you forsaken me?’”
this is a soul in great distress. So thoroughly thrashed and slashed, and at the same time, an extraordinary renaissance man, at the disposal of a treasure trove of literary gold, and precious stones. And it is through his strange, heavy, shimmering language of the book is in existence.
the Speaker is opposed to the idea of the night, in the hell of the pain, ”no, No,, no treatment: there is no story about the atonement, and victory. I would like it to, but it is not a story at all, barely even used, it’s just survival.”
the instructions for readers. A gripping, dark, shiny work of life and death.
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