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Landscape is as much a character as Trond in this spare-prose meditation on memory & dealing with the sorrows of parental abandonment. I truly felt like I was deep within the Norwegian woods as the narration moves fluidly, like the river that is so central to the story, back and forth between time; at once examining Trond's life as an adolescent spending a couple of summers with his father in the woods, and then returning to the forested geography when he is in his late sixties. The prose is so grounded yet capable of transporting the reader that it feels like you're in the woods with Trond, experiencing the overpowering displays of nature both through sound and touch and smell.
