Our latest trip for the 2012 Independent Foreign Fiction Prize once again takes us to snowy Scandinavia, this time to Norway, the setting for Dag Solstad’s novella Professor Andersen’s Night, translated by Agnes Scott Langeland. This short work was actually written in 1996, but it has taken a good fifteen years for it to appear in English – insert usual comments about the lack of translated fiction in English here…
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What’s it all about?
The titular professor, Pål to his friends (pun intended…), is a professor of English literature at the University of Oslo, a divorcé in his mid-fifties and a man who lives, and is comfortable being, alone. On Christmas Eve, he prepares his traditional yuletide meal, happy to conform to societal norms despite having no real religious beliefs, and after a sumptuous, calorie-laden and alcohol-accompanied feast, he absent-mindedly stands and watches the families in the apartments across the road, each celebrating the day in their own way.
While peering into the windows of his neighbours, suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, the good professor is witness to a disturbing crime, a brutal, bare-handed murder which tears him out of his self-imposed hermetic bubble. However, as he hurries to the telephone to report the crime, he stops… and the call is never made. This is the start of Professor Andersen’s slow descent into depression…
While it would be tempting to think that Professor Andersen’s Night is mainly concerned with the unravelling of the crime which begins it, nothing could be further from the truth. The murder is merely the catalyst for something which has merely been waiting for the right time to emerge, namely the professor’s mid-life crisis. As he attempts to understand why he was unable to make the call (and why he continues to avoid going to the police), Andersen tries to distract himself to avoid thinking about it, drinking with friends, spontaneously leaving Oslo for a few days and then throwing himself back into his research and lecturing.
However, the more he tries to escape into his normal life, the more he realises how empty this has become. The dinner party at his friends’ house and the brief excursion to Trondheim, where he meets another friend and his young family, only show him how alone he is. On examining his professional life more closely, he realises that he no longer believes in the power and permanence of literature, leaving him unable to go on as if nothing were wrong…
Towards the end of the novel, the mental strain has also begun to take its toll on his physical well-being. Like a Norwegian Raskolnikov, his guilt is slowly tearing him apart, rendering his daily life unbearable, unmanageable… Will he pull through?
Do you think it deserves to make the shortlist?
Will it make the shortlist?
I’ll stick my neck out and say no. Solstad has been longlisted twice before (and shortlisted) once, so he has form, but I can’t imagine that the jury will pick this one ahead of nine of the others – unless, of course, they’re looking for something short to counterbalance any weighty novels they may have chosen! On the other hand, I could see this being the kind of book that will have some fervent supporters, who are entranced by the depiction of the professor’s downward spiral – all it takes is one or two die-hards to sway the group’s opinion…
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That’ll do for today. I’m dragging myself off now to knock off another few pages of Parallel Stories, a book I’ll be reading on and off over the next few weeks (the anti-Andersen, as it were!). Join me next time for a trip to some warmer climes – I’m fed up with all this literary snow 😉
A book more to admire than love, I've said elsewhere that this was covering similar ground to Villain by Shūichi Yoshida, although that was a more successful book.
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Still haven't read that! No, this isn't one which sticks in the memory like certain others on the list – ulimately forgettable…
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Currently reading an Icelandic crime novel. Have you seen the film Jar City (iceland)? There's this one great scene where the detective goes to a drive-in restaurant and orders … a sheep's head! Not an attractive proposition, I can tell you.
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Not something I'd be asking for – Scandinavia certainly is a little different 😉
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maybe it will not make the short list but it makes it on my wish list. I like the sound of it. The fact that he doesn't ring anyone is intriguing, I'm curious how this is tied to his depression.
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I think that he is just pretending that his life is good, so when he fails to do what he should, it merely opens up the cracks that are already there beneath the surface.
Possibly 😉
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maybe I m the odd one out on this I loved it middle age woe feel ,all the best stu
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I think so, Stu – most of the reviews I've seen have been lukewarm. Then again, I just finished 'Alice' and quite liked it, so I know what it's like to have a different opinion 😉
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Snowy is right, Tony, I wonder if we notice that more because there's no snow here in Oz?
It seemed to me that the Prof was is more in peril from the weather than anything else: that scene where they nearly didn't get back from their ski-ing before dark, his walks bare-headed in the snow, and going out in ordinary shoes instead of boots. Brrrrrr!!
I did enjoy the existentialist musings, but I think library borrowers picking this up because it's got a 'crime sticker' on it are going to be disappointed LOL.
Off to post my review…
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I'm very glad it wasn't a crime novel – not one of my favourite areas 😉
Yes, I think another direction this could have taken was having the prof fall down drunk in the street and die of hypothermia…
….in fact, that probably would have been a more interesting ending…
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