- I would be happy if you could write something for me, she says, - since you are a writer, she adds.
She has heard on the radio the mentioning of my writings, and has interpreted that I have made this literary work my vocation. Her son read at once instance a few of my poems to her - the modern stuff - she liked it anyway. So, can I write something about her?
- Maybe I can. You have lived a long life; have probably experienced a lot of interesting things. She answers without thinking. The words are firm and clear in the soft candlelight, in the wondrous smell of dried fruits cultivated in endless sun.
- No, that's exactly the issue. I have never experienced anything exciting; have never experienced anything at all.
Excerpts from Night ferry to Åfarnes
After the marriage fails, an author tries to distance himself from defeat by isolating himself in a cabin in his childhood neighbourhood to write short stories. While working on this, his past mixes with the present and casts shadows over the texts.
Ruset is not the first [...] to present a novel with a narrator/writer in a life crisis who goes back to his hometown to find answers to existential questions about life and death and love. But he does it in an impressive way by crossing two parallel test runs and commenting on each other […]
The story forms a multifaceted portrait of a self-centred and aloof man who strives with sorrow and loss, guilt and remorse, escape and neglect.