Hardcover ¶ Fuglane Epub Á

Hardcover  ¶ Fuglane Epub Á
  • Hardcover
  • 235 pages
  • Fuglane
  • Tarjei Vesaas
  • German
  • 03 March 2019
  • 9783908713784

Fuglane❮Read❯ ➵ Fuglane ➸ Author Tarjei Vesaas – Essayreview.co.uk One of Vesaas s most important novels, The Birds tells the story of a woman who has dedicated her life to caring for her simple younger brother When a visiting woodcutter enters their enclosed world, One of Vesaas s most important novels, The Birds tells the story of a woman who has dedicated her life to caring for her simple younger brother When a visiting woodcutter enters their enclosed world, complications abound The author reveals a deep and compassionate insight into human nature and a lyrical response to the Norwegian landscape.


About the Author: Tarjei Vesaas

Tarjei Vesaas was a Norwegian poet and novelist Written in Nynorsk, his work is characterized by simple, terse, and symbolic prose His stories often cover simple rural people that undergo a severe psychological drama and who according to critics are described with immense psychological insight Commonly dealing with themes such as death, guilt, angst, and other deep and intractable human emotion.


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  1. says:

    Like a gentle ripple across calming waters, or a songbird taking flight in the early morning sunrise, Tarjei Vesaas writes a delicately structured story of two siblings living a serene existence in rural Norway Mattis is a sweet natured simpleton who burns the days away drifting off into his own world, whilst older sister Hege knits sweaters in their cottage by the lake On occasions Mattis wonders around the local farms looking for work, picking crops, or bailing hay, but he finds it difficult to grasp reality and struggles to understand human relations Firing silly questions at Hege all the time does lead them to bicker, but they tolerate each other, even if they don t really live on the same intellectual level The Birds captures the frustrations of unfulfilled time in a spare and humane way, it is both a tender and warm look at those on the fringes of a normal life, but it also presents itself with an overpowering sadness, mainly for the reason of Mattis, who completely took hold of me the whole way through, he made me laugh, and almost made me cry, the reader sees the world that Mattis sees but is able to interpret it with sophistication there are several moments where we are able to understand the motivations and the actions of the people around Mattis when he is, shall we say, not all there A woodcock would fly one day over the cottage, having Mattis take off into the clouds believing it s of some important significance, infuriating Hege as he will just not shut up about it You can feel somewhat sympathetic for Hege, stuck all alone with a simple brother, yearning for some joy or romance in her life.Whether it was intended, there are also moments that are quite tense, Mattis would become a ferryman, carrying people across the lake, the trouble is there is just no one about, but at least he has a reason to face the day with enthusiasm, he is now an important figure, or so he would believe, leading to a cramped moment on his boat where he tries to show off with two girls he ferries back to land He would then pick up a lumberjack Jorgen who works in the forest and agrees to put him up in the cottage And it s here that the behaviours of brother and sister would change As Hege and Jorgen gradually become lovers, Mattis fails to handle this new situation, and just makes the complications of his world even confusing And you are never quite sure just what he has up his sleeve to try and get the attention of Hege back.There are many beautiful passages of description, animals, forests, the lake and surrounding area, which had me thinking of Henry David Thoreau s Walden , also the character of Mattis does bear some resemblance to that of Lennie from Steinbeck s Of Mice and Men although both books don t really sit with each other The Birds is ultimately a moving portrait of a simple and despondent life, and thus hoping to break free from a trapped scenario An incredibly beautiful piece of writing that takes your mind away from the modern world, and even though it appears to end all of a sudden, this is one unforgettable read that s not going away any time soon.4.5 5

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    The world is a hostile place and, according to Mattis, people don t mean what they say when they speak A simpleton, a weirdo, a child imprisoned in the body of an adult man, Mattis muses over the factors that separate him from the rest of the small community of the nameless village lost somewhere in a rural area in Norway where he and his sister Hege subsist in a cottage by the lake.Condemned to be permanently out of work due to his slow witted faculties and lack of social skills, Mattis is bitterly aware of his inadequacy and secretly yearns to possess the wisdom and strength of other townsmen while his sister wastes away the remnants of her youth knitting sweaters that will provide some coins to get by without starving Unable to keep his job as a hired hand working the fields of a neighboring farm because his fingers won t do as they are told , Mattis creates a world of his own where time dissolves into thin air as soon as the woodcock flies over the cottage leaving a radiant trail of light, which precludes the thunder of the upcoming storm, before it glides down on the entangled branches of the twin aspens that guard the garden A world where he can articulate witty remarks to flirt with farmgirls, find a job as a ferryman shuttling people across the lake, meet two playful mermaids trapped in women s limbs and invent a system to read The birds language You are you, a voice inside him seemed to be saying, at least that was what it sounded to him It was spoken in the language of birds Written in their writing You are you, that was what was written The human need to establish bonds that will break down the barriers between individual isolation and collective belonging is written all over Mattis actions What transforms the worn out theme of the stereotyped misfit resisting an unyielding society into a beguiling narration that interweaves menacing natural imagery with occasional outsburts of genial writing is Vesaas astute tapestry of symbolic and recurrent hints anticipated by an omniscient voice, capable of generating a tension as thick as fog, which is reflected on the aseptic frozen lake where Mattis rows his dreams, longings and fears Nature is as beautiful as it is lethal, deadly lightening might fulminate the aspens, the wind might whistle lost birdsongs of the ensnared woodcock and Mattis boat might bring J rgen, the muscular lumberjack, into Hege s life and destroy the fragile ecosystem that Mattis so assiduously constructed over the years in the blink of an eye, but Vesaas stark prose and the disturbing blend of tenderness and apprehension that paints the tone of the narration with the colors of a barren landscape will remain long after the last page is turned And the wind will subside and in the lake, now a becalmed pool, the birds will make a solitary dance and speak through their graceful footprints and you, the reader, will miraculously understand their language because somewhere in between fable and hapless reality Mattis has become the reader and the reader is now Mattis and when the boat sails the glacial waters of an ominous future, you two will walk, hand in hand, towards the sound of flapping wings and create a cozy nest with sundrenched memories of a long gone but never lost childhood The bird came, bringing with it all those things for which there were no words Perfect Soundtrack for this book

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    You are You, that was what was written For the past week, every time I stepped into my room, an inquisitive man bombarded me with string of questions I had no answers to What s the use of having so many turnips , he asked as he lay gazing at the naked sky A faint whiff of camphor emitted from his smile, as he repeated how he pompously waved to Anna and Inger from the pier with sheer happiness, the boiled sweets gently being tossed by his tongue The songs of the bird have no regulations sprouting from the petite beak on the whims and fancies of its colourful singer coded messages of the birds veiled under those melodious tunes For Mattis, I kept aside the astute reader dwelling within me and opted to take a lesson or two from the rebellion avian wonders and read the book with pages twisting according to my whims and fancies Like, the spontaneous birds, I opened up a page, read Mattis s words and then traced my path back and forth through the graceful prose deciphering each footprints and clandestine messages pricked by the beak of the woodcock trying to comprehend the language of birds through the optimistic eyes of Mattis I resisted my nasty urge to pry into the story line or the sub plot, all I sought after was to perceive the world of Mattis through his words, his mind, his frustrations and longings while seeking a plausible answer to the avian greeting, You are you Why are the things the way they are Since the days when the reviewed prose found solace only in the confined dwelling of my notebooks, all ever that was written in those single lined pages were incessant lists of questions searching for answers from the inner world of books, responses that were dismissed in the external milieu When does the mind stops asking questions or rather does discharge them through frivolity Do we surrender our curiosity to the obstinate barriers hurled by the resolutions Why have we stopped asking questions Is it a mark of an idiocy or naivety if one poses too many questions If I had a penny for each of my mushrooming questions being disposed by a recurrent resonance of It s the way things are grow up Is there nothing on the television Do then, the grown up minds never have the need to ask question Or, is it that the winds of maturity bring along clouds of ignorance and indolence There were times when I ached to offer an ardent listening ear to Mattis s copious questions, to the undemanding man who longed to talk about himself and his struggle and in them I could have searched my own clarifications A simple mind is child like, naive and inquisitive Unlike the fearful judicious mentality, simplicity is fearless in its own way Pristine and unscathed by the corrupted ways of life, it flourishes through sense of sympathetic and comforting communication Silly as it may sound, I found Mattis s plain, childlike mind to be courageous for not only being able to produce plethora of queries but, for giving a voice to them even at the risk of their reckless dismissal How come those who possess the three gifts of vigour, intelligence and beauty the very endowments that Mattis desired, are unaware of its commendable merit Do we take granted the precious gifts of our mind because we are born with it and never have known a world without it If only, the worldly wise could frequently ask, Why are things the way they are perhaps, someday, someone might just stop saying, It s the way things are And, then Mattis would never feel like an outsider in this sophisticated intellect masquerade But, hush there it was The flapping wings, the bird itself, indistinct, speeding through the air straight across the house and off in the other direction The surprise flight of the woodcock over Mattis s home enchants Mattis and in the bird s recurrent airborne moves, the woodcock becomes one of the central characters in Mattis s life The bird becomes a herald of a secret language, an omen prophesying the probability of a vulnerable future and one of nature s many essentials that equates its uniqueness with Mattis Vesaas s employment of woodcock as an ornithological symbol signifies the fundamental spiritual intimacy through which Mattis relates to the exquisiteness of nature Similar to the woodcock, the existence of the lake becomes a spellbinding ironical personality permeating the habitual existence of Mattis and Hege The boat that he ferries across the lake, the cool waters of the lake, the solitary aspen trees, the turnips in the field, the thunderstorms become a gratifying compensation to Mattis s innermost life filling it with explorations of his enthusiasm and apprehensions The world was full of forces you couldn t fight against which suddenly loomed up and aimed a crushing blow at youWhat could you do when things were like this Drops of change come from the subtle dilution of resistance, however, when the dregs of resistance precipitate into substantial despair, the opaqueness of change becomes an impenetrable substance The two slender aspen trees with withered tops, swayed between these distressing elements of change and resistance The lush forest , the serene lake, the coquettishness of two gorgeous women, the fierce lightning, the menacing toadstools, the gentle wrestling of Hege s knitting needles with its optimism resting within the eight petalled woolen roses and the soaring flight of the woodcock gradually seep into the inherent life of Mattis It is his world, only for him through which mirrors the mysticism of nature and the meaning of being alive with the helplessness and fullness of an inner life that is beyond the comprehension of normalcy Tarjei Vesaas scripts a simple story of a simple mind juggling in between the unexpected lunacy and the expected normalcy of life Simplicity has no place in this complex world, its existence ridiculed through mocked Simple Simon labelling Vesaas depicts a memorable world of simplicity unconsciously whittling a harbinger eminence, a simple life set in the idyllic Norwegian rural town merging into the transitory happiness and perplexity of agonies that arrive through loneliness, patience, love, hope, death, desolation, and change, antagonism of an independent survival and above all the perils of being a Simple Simon Mattis s journey maybe one dimensional and chaotic, nevertheless it is numinous, poetic and deeply emotional Vesaas s masterpiece etches profoundly the poignant and compassionate narrative of Hege and Mattis , leaving me as mesmeric as the voyage of the woodcock Oh, my dear Mattis, you have been such a charming roommate for the past few days, please do visit me again and bring along that chirpy woodcock fellow and maybe, Mr Vesaas too You are you, Mattis You and the woodcock The above photographic illustrations were taken from the book inspired 1968 Polish movie Matthew s Days ywot Mateusza

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    the flight of Woodcock with its wings spread widegives me hope and few tears in the eye A Rebellious HaikuA harmonious union between a sublime array of words, a fateful conviction and the search for an imperceptible notion by a singular soul, brings forth a work of inspiring and substantial beauty The Birds The convergence of these elements is not incidental but requires a delicate balance of innate talent and pertinent learning, where the emergence of extraordinary within the lines of ordinary becomes the prime motive of art and the artist When the name of such artist turns out to be Tarjei Vesaas, one can be assured of receiving a humble lesson in various spheres of humanity The setting of a breathtaking landscape is soon introduced, but once the tender shadows of long, magnanimous trees and the dark veil of sinisterly silent lake subsides, one can detect the centre of this book, which is formed from the relationship of a brother sister duo Hege, the Sister who is responsible and unhappy Mattis, the Brother who simply is The sister, who is living in the world tainted with all its worldliness the brother, who tries to make sense of friendly gestures and dangerous words One is usually considered sane in our society, and the other is simply dismissed as a simpleton Eventually, an inevitable tumult occurs between a single person and the whole universe where the judgment seems to be rest in the hands of unforgiving forces of nature.The sensitivity with which Vessas has captured the unfiltered thoughts of Mattis through simple, understated expressions and the way his vivid narration unfolds in slow, tranquil streams, holds the power to evoke a myriad range of emotions in a reader It s always a pleasure to come across a book which one can easily recommend everyone to read.

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    Hush now, dont explainYou re my joy and pain I ve never been less inclined to dissect and explain what a book is all about than now It feels like riding roughshod over something soft, and pure and true, something beyond words and meaning To understand this book I need to learn the language of birds, of thunder, and of light over water Tarjei Vesaas is the one who knows all these secret signs, and he offers them to us like a child holding out a treasure a nest, a polished stone, a wildflower that he has just found To be immersed in his prose is to be cleansed by that crystal clear northern light of his native Norway and by the peace that comes after a day of hard labour It was tempting, but he pushed the idea firmly aside He didn t dare After all, the bird might get frightened and something might be spoiled that mustn t be spoiled for anything in the world His name is Mattis, and the neighbors call him Simple Simon They believe he is a simpleton, but I beg to differ A scientist might argue that Mattis is autistic To me he is Adam in the garden of Eden, an innocent soul that hasn t learned how to lie, how to hide his feelings behind an armor of indifference or sophistication To paraphrase another writer who struggled to find her place in a cynical world, Mattis is near to the wild heart of life Everyday is a miracle waiting to happen, everything around him is a sign, a promise or a threat that needs to be studied and understood When a bird flies one evening above his cottage, Mattis is convinced this is a portent that his life will be forever changed The wings were high up in the mild night air, but at the same time they touched the very center of Mattis s heart The soft dark touch of something beyond understanding It spread right through him Me and the woodcock, sort of, ran his formless train of thought His tragedy is that Mattis lacks the words to put his emotions into language, to communicate to others the richness of his inner world To me, this brings Mattis in line with the rest of us Who among us didn t experience this distance between meaning and the words we use to express it How many times did this meaning remained locked inside us, for lack of a partner in conversation, or for lack of proper language skills Under the subtle pen of Vesaas, Mattis becomes me, and his puzzlements are all the questions I ignored or dismissed over the years Two withered aspen trees side by side,in among the green growing spruces Mattis is not alone in the world, because he has a sister devoted to him He and Hege live in a rundown cottage at the outskirts of an unnamed village Because Mattis is unable to do any proper work, Hege provides for both of them by endlessly knitting sweaters to sell They are both growing old together, but the years side by side were not enough to break through the barriers of language raised by Mattis s particular worldview What difference does it make whether there s a woodcock here or not exclaims Hege when Mattis runs in with the news of his small miracle She needs to worry about money for food, about her life going to waste, about the tedious routines that have remained unchanged for decades.Yet change is in the air, announced by the woodcock flying over the cottage, by the thunderstorms of spring, by the restlessness of Hege, who starts to chafe under the constant neediness of her younger brother Think of others a bit, too You have to when you re grown up What others he asked helplessly, filling her with fright Tarjei Vesaas has woven his magic for me before, bringing together light and darkness, yearning and fear, beauty and sadness into apparently simple stories of ordinary people going about their ordinary lives The inner thoughts of his characters are always reflected in changes in the natural world I envy him most of all this close contact with the forests and fields, with rivers and ice mountains, with the wild creatures that are the repositories of our innocence and of our freedom Mattis is closer to his woodcock than to his village neighbours He is not civilized, he knows no middle ground between terror and extasy, and his mood swings will often frighten the people around him Some most of these people treat him with kindness, some with mockery or suspicion None though can break through to his inner core and bring him back into the fold The longer I read, the convinced I was that Mattis is not for his world view spoiler Vesaas is also a master at foretelling one of the dry aspens is hit by lightning, the woodcock is shot by a local boy hide spoiler

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    Mattis is a man with the mind of a child His elder sister Hege takes care of him, knits sweaters constantly in order to support the two of them.I can t say I liked this book, but it was interesting to see inside the mind of this man child Often selfish in his needs, like children usually are, he finds solace and understanding in nature Questions why he isn t like everyone else and is often awkward in his phrasing, not knowing what to say in different circumstances and is always na vely innocent He hates changes, so when he is confronted with a change he finds unacceptable he is forced to act with disastrous results The prose is spare, beautiful at times, but always true to the story I liked best Mattis and his wonder with nature, the birds that he is sure are trying to communicate with him My feeling after reading this is melancholy and confused I am sure that there is much I just couldn t absorb, or understand.

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    Mattis, a man with the mind of a child or maybe a boy trapped in the body of an adult male Sensitive, still delighted with the surrounding world, childishly amazed and ready for a great change Overflowed with unnamed desires, tangled thoughts, unspeakable words Why are things the way they are Hege, his sister and a carer With every day and tired and embittered Her days go on knitting sweaters and difficult care for Mattis Her hair starting to turn gray and she yet had not time to experience life that seems to slowly slip through her fingers Matis and Hege, intertwined like aspens growing in their backyard and named after them Mattis and Hege.Painfully beautiful, metaphorical tale with unhurried narration about relation man to other one and man to nature as well Placed in a melancholic Norwegian landscape which reminds me a place I used to spend my summer holidays It s called Masuria, the land of a thousand lakes The last day of my summer stay there I used to going to the lake, walking deserted pier, listening to the birds There s always something sad when summer passes, something in the air, maybe evening mist, maybe the wind which makes ripples on the surface of the water and bulrush seems to whisper farewell All Mattises of the world are the same, we pass them on the streets, meet at the stores Seeing them we roll our eyes, sometimes embarrassed, sometimes compassionate.Farewell Mattis then, I wish I could tell you something but the right moment has gone Everybody has to carry on with loneliness on one s own.

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    She looked at him as at a grown p now, and then she said something You re lucky, seeing things the way you do I don t, I can tell you She had stopped now, wasn t simply rushing off to her eight petalled roses Today once again she had heard a tone in his voice that made her pause How do you see things, then he asked, forgetting himself Spoilt the moment completely She gave a start, even though she was really to blame.The people who live near brother Mattis and his older sister Hege named a pair of withered aspen trees after them I can see their stone trunk faces with prematurely colored hair, standing still and growing rootless Mattis sits on their porch and stares into the trees as if he is nursing a terrible secret to his breast It is one of many things that has driven Hege batshit bonkers since she became his caretaker their mother died long ago but I imagine she was in charge of her brother before their father passed as well Hege has long known that they are named after them Rustling words in their leaves couldn t mean anything worse than half made out words of doomed future It will never be the other way around that he will take care of her When one of the trees is struck down by lightning Mattis is convinced that it is an ill sign to befall one of them, if only he knew who was which tree Mattis, you would be dead without either tree He demands of a local townsmen only he plays dumb as if he doesn t know what Simple Simon means No one ever knows what Simple Mattis is going on about His is a world of signs and omens and he is convinced that everything will be different if he was like one of the clever people, or if one of the clever people would admit that they knew what he was talking about Hege has lived all of her forty years with no joy When lumberjack J rgen becomes her sweetheart she has a smile on her face that Mattis cannot recognize because it had never happened before She isn t crying to the wall at night any, guilty the next morning for forcing her brother to let her sleep one night through not at the mercy of his flights of fancy The Birds has two rhythms the way that Mattis sees things, and the way that things really are His omens and his will, and the breaking of his sister s giving tree limbs He can sense another face behind it He is lucky if he can see things the way that he sees them It is a tragedy that he can t live with things the way they really are Hege has kept him all his life Unable, or unwilling, to keep a job In the first part Mattis has a job thinning turnips He cannot take his eyes off the young girl who in turn cannot take her eyes off of her sweetheart, although they get their job done Wave at me, don t see me for as I really am Mattis prefers people who drive by in cars because they do not know him as Simple Simon They will not hear him speak inside their speeding vessels It is safe to wave, a normal man for once in your life He would attach himself to your heart and bleed you dry He lives for the signs he reads that you are tree whispering about him behind his back It s half willed, half tragedy In the first section Mattis falls in love with the flight of the woodcock No, don t tell me the logical explanation The clever people steal the liveable way of seeing, the hope for something special It was a new cock and it was his first flight Everyone knows a bird doesn t change his flight path I almost felt it would be worth it to see the Mattis way when he watches the bird on that path I was moved by the beautiful expression he imagines on his own face over the beautiful shining bird If you didn t have to weave sweaters like lightning to get by as his sister If you could see it But was it worth it In the second part the historic day on the lake happens Mattis gets to be a new man when he meets the famous Anna and Inger on the lake Two girls who are nice to him, smiling and carefree young bodies I feel the cruelest thing is when someone knows their brains don t work the way they are supposed to He dreams of girls at night It must be like being amputated and it is in all your noodles that connect to every part of you There was a man who lived in the home for the mentally challenged here who was made that way by poison he slept with the wrong man s wife He could remember the way he used to be That has haunted me Mattis almost gets to forget that with Anna and Inger, between the smiles it is safe Hege doesn t mean it when she suggests he gets a job as the ferryman after the glorious dream of Anna and Inger No one lives on the other side of the lake It is a way to get him out of her hair and from underfoot Mattis sees his way, talks his way, and he needs so much to keep it fed It is a lot of work to see things the Mattis way The other side, the real world, is consuming it like hungry piranhas J rgen is his first, and only, passenger His world has no end or beginning, it is always the same eating Hege s sandwiches and feeding dreams of black The back of the book says that Mattis cannot adjust to the relationship between his sister and this man I wonder at describing this book in that way The way the things are Mattis cannot deal with this even when he asks townspeople and the clever people have no answer I would say it is Mattis cannot deal with the way things are Until he does and he has to go the way of his woodcock who was buried under the flat stone he cannot bear to think about but can t stop thinking about Seeping in, like the water in the leaky boat he sits in working at nothing If Hege is going to live Hege has to leave Mattis Mattis won t see things the way things are He thinks about his own beautiful expression over the bird He is moved by himself He is hurt by himself The Birds made me so sad and I still had that sweet feeling for the times he could see things the other way, the bird language way I told my sister about when he is ashamed to get the charity candy knowing that the drugstore owner does this for children and so sees him that way and yet can t resist eating a piece once he s outside the door, already helpless to his helpless nature Neither of us could stop that sad smile thinking about Mattis I d want to help him and yet you d eventually drown in sadness if you did Imagine being Hege and having to do that every day of your life Imagine being that way and ever having to know that that was you You might drown The Birds swims in all of these the way things are, could be, want to be I don t think I ll ever forget that sweet sad feeling of hoping Hege didn t know they called them that, happy she found her lumberjack, sad she did.

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    In moments of not quite sober reflection, I see myself a truffling pig, rooting through the pages of these books, looking for answers, not necessarily answers to Life s mysteries, but to the Why of the book itself My snout bumps against some allegorical knob and I pause and raise a porcine eyebrow Aha, I snort I smile a satisfied pork smile, happy in my muck of certainty, or maybe just a pig s obstinacy.But with an old pig s sense, I do not interrupt an ongoing phone call to say, Let me tell you about the two dead aspens I don t bother the neighbors to come look at the clouds I don t tell the waitress that breakfasts are beginnings I ve never told a jury to call me Ishmael.Mattis isn t like that When the woodcock flies over his home, he becomes obsessed with the meaning of it And he has to tell everybody Mattis is what is called simple The children tease him, calling him Simple Simon He lives with his sister, Hege They get by on the money she makes knitting flower petals on sweaters Mattis can not tell weed from turnip and the very thinking of the difference makes him sleepy He tries to speak to the clever ones, but nothing comes out right.Yes, there s a familiarity here I heard notes of Steinbeck saw Jansson s watercolors What made this unique, though, was the aspens and the woodcock what made this different was the point of view Vesaas tells this story in the third person, but clearly events unfold through the mind of Mattis It is a fractured mind, and incompletely formed He means well, but the words come out harsh, confused, unintended A sexual longing, also confused, hovers He wearies his sister.He is coaxed to take his leaky boat out onto the water, to be a ferryman He will have but one customer, J rgen, the woodcutter Woodcocks do not fly that way, Mattis knows Soon, Hege will have to choose What s the matter Hege asked at once She saw it was no ordinary morning.Matts simply shook his head in reply Tell me, she demanded sternly, knowing her brother as she did, and up to a point he obeyed I m almost killing myself, I m thinking so much, he replied truthfully Oh, is that all, said Hege.He gave a start Come and have your breakfast, she said.What will Mattis do, now he s figured it out._____ _____ _____ _____ _____Well Back to my truffling Snort.

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    We re coming, we re coming, somebody said You re ready, aren t you Vesaas s poetic words, as they flit and float within the currents of Mattis s uncomplicated mind, as he struggles to articulate them meaningfully, have proven that beauty of nature, nature s beings and the nature of one s being might simply be understood, less from the spoken word, if one would stop to quietly listen Mattis, who exists naturally, with the emptiness many take several life cycles to achieve, is Vesaas s example of this I HAVE NOTHING to add to the already present glowing reviews of this novel, that would not be insufficient or superfluous, but for this treasure found in the poem by the same name, inspired by this novel and written by Tarjei s wife, Halldis Moren Vesaas The Birds All day long I listenedto the rushing wings over my head High in the sun blue aira flock of birds flew their unburdened flight.Today I thought oncethat one of them was sinking downas if wanting to be my guest.I thought I heard a pair of wingsstanding out among the othersrowing hastily toward me Thus among all of them was a bird that was mine and I opened every door, every window in my home.Perhaps it was only a small, grey bird,but with bright eyes and warm, soft feathers and driven by impatience toward the heart that waited just for him,as a dry river bed waits to be flooded.Closer, closer the sound of wings, like a beating heart stopping suddenly was the bird standing still on my roof Then the fresh sounds, as if the heart started to beat again,but faster now and fainterand further and further away until it swings around anew the rush of thousand beating wings.I know now that the bird willnot roost with me today.Dusk falls High in the sun red airthe passage of birds as before.Down here the shadows have taken my house.It still is waiting with open windows and open door.My feet are heavy and tied to the earth.Soon I can no longer glimpse the birds that freely roam the air.But now when they swing around again they burst out in songso that the evening sun glows warmer Who are you who dared to callone of these birds your ownCited in The North American Review, Vol 257, No.1 Spring, 1972 , p.59

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