It’s become a tradition by now. In the beginning of the summer, I get that feeling, freedom bubbling in my belly, an itching in my bones – and I just have to go to the library and go bananas with my library card. This year, it was the first weekend in June and the sunContinue reading “summer reading (June to August)”
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time after the apocalypse
During my week in Liberia, I was reading a book about a world after the big disaster. “Station Eleven” by Emily St. John Mandel takes place in a world after the Georgian flu has wiped out the majority of the human race, and with that, civilization as we know it. In a fluid narrative meanderingContinue reading “time after the apocalypse”
the Feminist Book Club
I’m aware that it’s in no way an original idea. But hey, clichés become clichés for a reason. Last spring, a couple of high school friends of mine and I started talking about forming a feminist book club. Several of us had come back to Stockholm from having gotten our degrees in different parts ofContinue reading “the Feminist Book Club”
the death of an idol
Let me take you back to the fall of 2006. I was taking a class in creative writing as one of my electables during my last year of high school. In that class, I had a friend called Sandra, who had a blog and who suggested I should start one too. I was already keepingContinue reading “the death of an idol”
the naming of landscapes
I’m catching up on some reading, newspaper articles that I’ve been recommended but haven’t had the time to read yet. I have a folder in my bookmarks bar that has been growing since March. I read an article unexpectedly relevant for my line of work, titled The word-hoard: Robert Macfarlane on rewilding our language of landscape. It isContinue reading “the naming of landscapes”
a brief pop cultural summary of my 2015
I have always done this on New Year’s Eve, ever since I started blogging back in 2006, and this year will be no exception – despite the rest of it being so irregular. The band that I listened to the most this year is, without a doubt, The Staves. I saw them live with dad inContinue reading “a brief pop cultural summary of my 2015”
readings on the beach
Our last afternoon in Lisbon, dad and I took the train out to the beach, to spend some time by the Atlantic with sand between our toes. It was really nice, lying there in the still summer-hot sun, reading, and taking short swims in the chilly Atlantic waves. A last pinch of summer, before weContinue reading “readings on the beach”
howling San Francisco night
One evening, Joe and I went to City Lights Bookstore and I bought Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl”, he bought Kerouac’s “On the road”. Across the alley, we went to sit upstairs in the Vesuvio saloon. With an Anchor Steam beer, I read it. There was a directness in this, flow and honesty that grabs hold. IContinue reading “howling San Francisco night”
#11: Sporadic shortness of breath (March 9th)
I just finished a book. “En av oss sover” by Josefine Klougart. For the most part, I didn’t understand it. The story was so evasive, and I constantly forgot what had happened on the previous page. Abstract. But there were glimpses. Paragraphs that were like poems, thoughts that shot right out of the page andContinue reading “#11: Sporadic shortness of breath (March 9th)”
#4: A walk in the woods (February 16th)
In the summer of 2010, I read ”A short history of nearly everything” by Bill Bryson. I really enjoyed his eloquent combination of humor and science, but haven’t read anything else by him since. But, as it happens, I found myself holding a copy of his ”A walk in the woods” in Accra in December,Continue reading “#4: A walk in the woods (February 16th)”
Katja Malmborg 