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Barrow's Point

Robert Schirmer invents a Wisconsin town and packs it with homophobia and its fallout.

The Hunger Saint

Olivia Cerrone's evocative novella is a searing journey into turn-of-the-20th-century Sicilian mines.

Lincoln in the Bardot

George Saunders' ambitious journey into the world of limbo and Abraham Lincoln's grief at the death of his son is a gossip-fest.

Exit West

In "Exit West," Mohsin Hamid gives global migration a magically compassionate new look.

The Story of a Brief Marriage

Anuk Arudpragasam's debut is a superior work of fiction and poised rendering of unimaginable sadness.


In her latest novel, Rachel Cusk can't enough of playing disappointment's biographer.

The Last Days of New Paris

China Miéville reinvents postwar Paris in a clever but stilted homage to Surrealism.

My Cat Yugoslavia

Pajtim Statovci's novel of personal and family displacement (and odd pets) is a shining debut.

Men Without Woman

Haruki Murakami again revels in tales of mysterious woman (and sad men) in his latest story collection.


Irish writer Claire Louise Bennett's idiosyncratic "Pond" is a small masterpiece of cranky solitude.

Knots; Stories
By Gunnhild Øyehaug, translated from the Norwegian by Kari Dickson
Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2017. 176 pages

The quirky stories of Norwegian writer Gunnhild Øyehaug's establish a wintery plainness most suddenly turn on end. In "It's Snowing," three townies sit around a diner table mulling over a girl who abruptly moved out of town years before. But there she is, Helene, apparition-like, in from out of the snow, so what to do? Silence rules until she's next sighted through the diner windowpane, staring straight at them, which is when she slips a gun out of a bag and pokes it in her mouth. In the title story a boy soon to become an adult is literally tied to his mother by an umbilical chord that can't be severed, even after her death. To which a doctor says, "We'll have to tie a small knot in it, to stop her death from feeding into you."

The twisted knots these stories lay bare are usually not as surreal as Øyehaug's umbilical invention, but entanglement is anything but a state of grace. Married adults are in constant crisis. Children desperate to pee hold out in their rooms, fearing social interaction. Dying Roar and his gay lover put small talk ahead of affection until they run out of words. Andreas fails to appear on stage for a long monologue eventually eliciting applause among those convinced his absence is an exercise in metaphysical entertainment. It's not. Andreas, knotted in a fetal position in his room, eventually "stands up and goes out onto the stage to receive his applause, as if it's something he has to do." Elsewhere, an enlightened deer faces a conundrum. "I am supposed to roam around in the forest and not be seen. But it's the very premise of my life that is now making me miserable. I want to be seen." Even if that means being shot.

Øyehaug's creatures and humans suffer from a kind of quintessential stage fright, a Nordic impairment of emotional expression. All stew within. They speculate on speculation. They take refuge in Ikea to fend off panic attacks. They drift off easily into the tallest of tales. They're curled up in their own heads and further trapped by their creator's fascination with literary symbolism.

In "Air," Geir watches as Asta jumps into a frozen fjord. Should he rescue her? But wait, it's cold. And why did she do it? After which soaked Asta emerges no worse for wear. Gerd's deadpan quip: "I've heard that you have to tie yourself to the stone." Trained as a literary theorist, Øyehaug published these acclaimed stories in 2004. It took 15 years, too long, for an English-language publisher to wake to the nimble strangeness at their core.

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