Decades of living, feeling, longing and thinking. Images from a child’s world reforged to withstand the scrutiny of adult boredom. Three years of writing and three years of rewriting. Then today it was good enough to be let go of.
I’m referring to my novel that is being sent off to two dozen publishers and literary agents. The story takes place in a 20th century vision of the Stockholm archipelago with its thirty thousand islands. I call it a witness tale, set in the borderland between saga and reality, about the young Ivan’s confrontation with childhood dreams and horrors. Adventure, auto-fiction, Socratic dialogue and mythic realism.
I wish you luck, dear book!