The protagonist in Hedda Robertsen’s new novel, Room 66, clearly shares characteristics with the author. She—a young author living near Oslo’s oldest church—devours books and films about nuns and monastic life. She dreams of renouncing desire, of purity, a strict and regimented life characterised by routine and dedication to a task, a calling.
But other forces also tug at her: she hungers for genuine connections with other people—with men. After several encounters with a nameless mechanic, she hires a car and heads south. Alone. Her destination? A convent in France.
We also meet Chris. Single mother by day, stripper by night. At the club, she goes by Alice. Chléo is a receptionist and works at a beach hotel in France. Iris is a nun, and every morning she puts on her black habit and goes to prayer with her head bowed. Emma lives in London and lives in a sexless relationship with architect James. She starts sleeping with random men.
The five women find one another and share their stories of love, grief, loss and passion.
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