January 19, 2017
It is important to consider that Hamsun wrote this book towards the end of a life well lived yet one which was perhaps tended towards apathy, questioning the value of anything, as he felt his grasp of existence seeping away, day by day. Whilst there are clear parallels with running themes of his earlier novels; […]
November 15, 2016
My tear ducts still tremble, the sadness has dried yet lingers in my heart. Every thought is sullen, my mind has nowhere to go. This is grief. Rather than wait until I have been allowed to revive enough to appreciate the innocent evening chorus of the sparrows and their winged kin, I shall attempt a […]
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