Notes on Some Noteable Danes 鈥 BTBA Judge Katrine 脴gaard Jensen
Katrine 脴gaard Jensen is an editor-at-large for and the editor-in-chief for .
It鈥檚 December. I still have a shit-ton of books left to read for the BTBA, and the very thought of writing a blogpost about my favorite contenders is giving me mild anxiety. But, as a Chuang Tzu once wrote (in David Hinton鈥檚 excellent translation), 鈥渟mall fear is fever and worry; great fear is vast and calm.鈥
The great fear, in this case, consists in creating a longlist from so many well-designed, well-written, and well-translated books. It鈥檚 so frightening that I鈥檓 actually okay with it. But here comes the small fear: my two cents about what鈥檚 good in the pile of submissions.
I can certainly reveal some of my favorite titles to you, such as Valeria Luiselli鈥檚 (trans. by Christina MacSweeney), Roberto Bolano鈥檚 (trans. by Natasha Wimmer), Scholastique Mukasonga鈥檚 (trans. by Melanie Mauthner), and Karl Ove Knausgaard鈥檚 (trans. by Don Bartlett), but since all of these titles have already been mentioned several times, I figured my blogging energy would be better spent on two Danish titles that have not yet come up as anybody鈥檚 favorites. I will allow my fellow judges the benefit of the doubt, and assume they have yet to read the books I鈥檓 about to highlight.
As a Dane, Naja Marie Aidt鈥檚 writing has been an inevitable part of my life. I grew up reading and analyzing her short stories in middle and high school classes, and I鈥檝e remained fascinated by her fiction ever since. One of Aidt鈥檚 literary fortes is her depiction of distorted human relationships; sometimes conveyed explicitly through master-slave abuse, pedophilia, or snuff (Vandm忙rket, 1993), sometimes portrayed through subtle powerplay and deceit as a matter of routine (Tilgang, 1995). Aidt鈥檚 latest short story collection and first book in English, (Two Lines Press), is no exception:
鈥淚 slowly peeled the clothes off her, and she looked beautiful on the red Persian rug, in the warm light from the fire. She spread her legs. She looked at me with dark, sorrowful eyes. Your sister has a tighter cunt than you. I wonder whether you鈥檙e born that way, or if it鈥檚 just because she鈥檚 so young.鈥 (From Bulbjerg)
These disturbing tales will potentially stay with you for years; they have certainly haunted me since 2006, when I first read the collection in Danish. Rereading Baboon in English was an immense pleasure, thanks to an incredible translation by Denise Newman who managed to capture the beauty of Aidt鈥檚 descriptive prose while maintaining a sense of urgency within the lines:
鈥淪uddenly we found ourselves in the middle of an astonishing landscape: luminous, white sand dunes on all sides, wind swept, small trees twisting under the vast open sky. We gasped joyfully as though coming up for air after being under water too long. We stood there looking around, our eyes blinking after staring at the gravel road in the dark forest for so long. Even the smell was different here, salty and fresh, the sea had to be close by. But we lost our bearings long ago.鈥
Aidt鈥檚 talent for combining brutality and beauty is, in my opinion, nothing less than extraordinary.
Another Dane who deserves honorable mention in the BTBA is Dorthe Nors. Her short story collection (Graywolf Press/A Public Space) is a delightfully fast and punchy read, expertly rendered by translator Martin Aitken. Nors鈥 combination of light language and dark humor is captivating -not only within each individual story, but also in the way the stories complement each other. From the tragicomic self-proclaimed Buddhist, to the man who googles female killers when his wife is asleep, to the heron in Frederiksberg Gardens with mites living in its underfeathers:
鈥淟ast winter I saw one slouching on the back of a bench with its long, scrawny neck. Its feet were completely white and it barely even reacted when I walked past. The way the wind ruffled its neck feathers made me want to go back and sit down next to it. It was the way the suffering had to be drawn out like that, the way herons never really muster the enthusiasm. But I won鈥檛 touch birds, alive or dead.鈥 (from “The Heron”)
Nors鈥 short story “The Heron” was the first Danish piece to be published in The New Yorker, and it truly does work well as the literary centerpiece of the perfectly unpredictable Karate Chop.
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