80-baby boomer Carolina want to build a better world

DN wrote yesterday about fall’s debut novel ”River” by Carolina Fredriksson, who was nominated for the August Prize. The book is described as both dark and playful story set in an environment similar to Gothenburg.

Text translated with Google Translate thus grammatical errors.

Carolina is trying to discern life’s basic conditions, examine the importance of play and how we see the difference between fantasy and reality, what writers do. The game is of course the most concrete form of fiction, she says.

DN writes: ”her magically realistic depiction of how children on the riverbank after all, at least until the novel draws to a shattering end, manages to create a parallel existence with the help of the property we all once had.”

Linda started the site the ’80s generation writes that her generation seems to be contradictory in the older generations eyes. They have been described as lazy, stressed and pampered, and even as a wind generation marked by exclusion. But most of all, perhaps we are individualists. Sajten80 baby-boom generation are trying to answer the questions: What does the ’80s generation in themselves and their own generation? What do scientists?

Learn more about what the ’80s generation want and how they think about themselves on the website: 80-talisterna.se

Stig Björne

Dagens Nyheter: ”I want to explore the importance of play”

Autumn debut novel ”River” was recently nominated for the August Prize. A dark yet playful book that takes place in an environment that is vaguely reminiscent of Gothenburg. DN’s Pontus Dahlman meets 80-chord and Carolina Fredriksson.

A black-clad 26 – year-old moves during Älvsborg Bronze bracket right in the city buzzing waterfront district.

– Much of my inspiration comes from here. Also sounds … Do you hear how it beats to the father when the cars over the joints in the bridge? It is a powerful place.

The gulls runs through the shimmering golden eftermiddagssmogen. And along the Göta River waterfront, on the way out to the vast sea, the belt of flotsam that drifted in from the storms in the Kattegat.

– Who has not been looking for treasures among the trash as a child?

We are in the frame for Carolina Fredriksson’s debut novel ”River”. Scenography, where she, as she says, wanted to carry out his ”study of the human.”

The technical tone of the language used may come from the fact that she Tranströmervis is about to get a safer profession to have in addition to the financial gamblers magnificent writing: In the spring, she finished architect.

– I have always been interested in science, and when you write fiction, you’re also divided into a number of roles.

How then, do you mean?

– First, it technician, which sets the framework and is responsible for the scheme closes. Since one is the narrator, who observes that the technician throwing down on stage, and you get to venture into the characters’ reactions.

Although the framework of her novel can be recognized in reality unfolds before us, Carolina Fredriksson stripped away so many labels and ripped off so many signs in their story, that you can never be quite sure which country or what time it are when you read her book.

The glittering river has become a river of the biblical sounding name Kadin. The bridge is called … Bridge. Until the bracket, in a capsized motor home, standing in the excavated remains of a shanty town called Quay, live boy and girl Alka Kappen, his older sister. Lonely left behind after the other inhabitants for some reason run away.

One must follow the two children through the seasons in which they live under great hardship and are dependent on canned food as the young Ina shows up with every now and then, after being in some way, perhaps as a prostitute, have earned their living inside the menacing city.

Now and then slides a huge lyxkryssninsfartyg past the children’s misery, with the same surreal effect as the white brilliant broadside by Stena ferry suddenly piling up here.

If she wanted to write a political book on globalization and migration flows?

– No! I would not give my characters some safe nationalities, pointing out that they would be driven away such as the Roma in Europe today. Then it will be too easy for the reader to think, oh well, that does not apply to me or neighbor indeed.

– I want to throw things in the lap of the reader, to self assess. Is it even certain that the children are the victims, that they chose to remain in that place themselves?

The political becomes a kind of waste product in your writing?

– So … I began to write the novel as a post about the world situation, but that does not mean that it is too. It’s clear that you can see the girl Alka as a traumatized refugee children.

She is silent for a moment.

– What I wanted was to attempt to discern life’s basic conditions and examine in particular the importance of play. How we relate to the difference between fantasy and reality. It also deals with the author. The game is of course the most concrete form of fiction!

Maybe it’s just the August Prize Jury have discovered regarding this 1980 baby boom: her magically realistic depiction of how children on the riverbank after all, at least until the novel draws to a shattering end, manages to create a parallel existence with the help of the property we all once had.

Kappen and Alka sit simply in that uppallade motorhome driver’s seat, turn on the windshield wipers and suddenly they can raise from the bank and fly all over the earth, with a well-thumbed book of maps that help. Until matleveranserna absent, winter, snow falls, and one of them will be left alone. With the deck engine no longer running.

– End when Alka finally steps up to the bridge into town is perhaps that she is forced to leave his childhood country.

– But I do not know, it has to be open. I do not have control over everything that happens when I write.

Is that ultimately what separates a novel from the building to draw a house, there is a dimension you do not control completely?

– I think so.

When something distinct time-related well show up in the Par Lagerkvist-barren environment she created, the effect is strong. Like when the old synth Dangan ”Forever young” suddenly sounds from a tape recorder, and it almost feels like when Frihetsgudinneskulpturen appears in the movie ”Planet of the Apes.”

– I have a strong urge to do things the devil knowledge. At the same time, of course, the song selection deeply symbolic.

– By the way, someone pointed out that several of the names and places in my book starting with ”Ka” and thus reminded of Karon. The ferryman who rows of the dead to the dead across the river Styx, according to Greek mythology. Not with me.

It’s getting tonight and she’s talking about intoxication she gets when she writes. Says she is dyslexic and therefore might ”feel the rhythm of words so much stronger,” she always had red marks in his gloshäfte and went on to write a novel back in high school.

Her mother, who is a special education teacher in everyday life, painting. His sister is a dancer at the Gothenburg Opera. The writing was thus free, she says with a laugh.

– When I write, I find no time and no room. I’m dying all the time there. Feelings are just springing up and I feel everything around me clearly.

At the same time, do not type in any character that resembles yourself in focus?

– No, I will skip the auto fictitious trend! There has never been an issue for me to write a novel about any architecture student.


– For me, then, in some perverse way, think I always would deal with trying to ”beautify myself” for the reader.

I ask her if maybe it’s urban, she targeted the completed architecture, ie, the branch with the really grand plans?

– It is very possible.

What she wants to accomplish, then, you might wonder. The answer is amazingly fast.

– I want to build a better world. That’s what it’s all about in the end.

Pontus D.

About Stig Björne

Stig Björne bor i Sverige och ibland utomlands. Han jobbar inom IT och PR som anställd. Stig har fru (Annika) och ett barn, spelar golf och hänger på landstället nära havet så ofta han kan.