Da min yngste søn var fem, spurgte han mig om det var Mozart der døde på korset. Denne barnlige misforståelse skyldtes formodentlig en kæde af navneligheder: Jesus -> Moses (bedste ven i børnehaven) -> Mozart og den kunne nemt afskrives som en sjov historie fra barnemund. Men den indeholder desuden en vigtig historiografisk pointe. For […]
The following is the “17 May speech” my father gave in 1983. In Norwegian again, I’m afraid. * Her følger min fars 17.-mai-tale fra 1983. Det var årets hovedtale ved 17. mai-feiringen i Balestrand ved Sognefjorden, holdt fra toppen av en gravhaug fra vikingetida, foran alle bygdas gode menn og kvinner, bunadkledde og feststemte, nøyaktig […]
Lyssna: Sommar i P1 med Karl Ove Knausgård Karl Ove Knausgård har vært sommergjest i svensk radio. Det var tenkt som halvannen times uforpliktende småprat om løst og fast, men sånn kunne det selvfølgelig ikke bli. I stedet kom det til å handle om: «hva betyr det å være norsk? Hva vil det si […]
I’m outraged — by my own wish that Anders Behring Breivik be treated as a human being. My basest instincts would love to see him fry in a very earthly hell. But although the though of him living on and perhaps even coming out into society 21 years from now, in principle cleared of his […]
A week ago, I started my cultural boycott of Israel, in direct response to, but not caused only by, the events surrounding the murders (or war crimes) on the Freedom Flotilla. These are some reflections on the boycott itself and on the reactions it has caused. What is a cultural boycott, and is it fair? […]
A sign outside a cellphone shop that offers certain services at prices from 50 Danish kroner.
I have to do this in a bulleted list, because that’s as long as I can hold a thought: why this is the most glorious ten minutes I’ve spent in any hell in a long time (at least since Christmas in the Heart) The beauty of seeing an acid city slicker singing delta blues, which […]
These are the words of Thomas Blachman, the guy who has divided more water in Denmark than anyone since Moses (not that Moses was active in Denmark, but you know what I mean), the judge in Danish X Factor who according to some is a sadist who takes delight in sending aspiring stars home to […]
I wish I could write as quickly as I think. I wish I could think as quickly as you read. I wish you would read as slowly as I write.
“While I was sitting there, drink in hand, separated from the plebs by a heavy curtain, and with servile maidens swirling around me at my slightest wink, every nerve in my body politic was screaming: ‘It wasn’t my fault! It’s a mistake! I’m not like this!’ But what could I do…?”