Ah, it’s summer, you’re fourteen and in love… isn’t that perfect? Except it’s 1986, and Chernobyl just exploded. Except the girl you’re in love with is having a hard time. Except you’re a girl too, and your parents are absolutely…
Ah, it’s summer, you’re fourteen and in love… isn’t that perfect? Except it’s 1986, and Chernobyl just exploded. Except the girl you’re in love with is having a hard time. Except you’re a girl too, and your parents are absolutely…
I’m writing this in an Indian restaurant. The only Indian in my Finnish town is at the railway station – there are more Nepalese around here. This one is at the railway station, and, like today, I often come here…
A mythical creature, she rises from the waters to wreak destruction. Snakelike, dragonlike, unlike anything else you hear in fairytales round here. She’s dangerous. That’s Bolla. But the book is about two men, who love each other, perhaps. Or at…
We’ve waited twenty years for this. To be scrupulously honest, I haven’t, as when it won the Finlandia Prize in 2003, I couldn’t speak a word of Finnish. But Pirkko Saisio’s Punainen erokirja in Mia Spangenberg’s translation as the Red…