Damned anti-feminist, Stine says to her husband Fillip. But she doesn’t know a thing. Because Fillip hasn’t told her about what happened when he was a child. When he has to clear out his mother’s house after her death, the smell of cheap perfume and cigarettes still lingers. Among all her belongings, Fillip finds his old diary – where he wrote about everything. Now he must face how the experiences of his childhood home has affected him and his family.
Salvesens painful little novel deals with raw masculinity, depicted with tenderness and understanding instead of condemnation. It positions Salvesen as an author with a big heart as well as a something important to say. And we are not exactly spoilt with writing like that.
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