STRANGE STORIES – Novel, by Villy Sørensen

Philosopher, literary critic and writer, Villy Sørensen has published his first collection of tales in 1953. Born in Copenhagen in 1929, he had become a fundamental figure for the renewal of Danish narrative. He had been called the greatest Danish writer in the second half of the 20th century (between Andersen and Blixen). The subjects of his stories are serious, but full of humor and irony. Stories are amazing, because there are no limits, what can happen in his fantastic literary horizon. His stories are often metaphors of the psychological conflicts of the human being. Until 2001, when he died in Copenhagen, people continue to look at him like one of those writers, who is died for decades, who have left extraordinary beauty of his strange stories.

It’s not a book for distracted readers. As you read it, the author draws you into a fantastic vortex of connections and images, illustrating the issues of responsibility, choosing between good and evil. Strange Stories is a Kafka exploration of the surreal and the absurd, the one who marked the beginning of Danish modernism. In his pages, you will discover an investigative story without a case to be solved, but also a story about tigers moving to the houses of people. His strange stories are apparently normal, full of daily occurrences, which suddenly become disturbing. “Just a little boy”, the title of one of those stories, shows you the story of two teenagers, who distort the explanation given by parents about why their uncle was legged. They are convinced, that anyone who gets a wound runs the risk of being eaten by microbes, so they slay their game companion.

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