"For no conscious people can live without having this the laughter of the crippled, the sick and the afflicted. "
The main character in Jens Bjørneboe's new novel The moment of freedom is a diary-writing law clerk in the unknown alpine town of Heiligenberg – in the middle of the clear, heart-cold art of art Italy and the murky and sensitive of Nazism Germany. The lawyer was born in Norway, but has wandered around Europe, forgotten the most important events in his life and finally also forgotten his name. He is no longer a bourgeois "individual" – of the type that the Liberals and Conservatives want to put both in the center and in the forefront. He has become something more: an anonymous observer of a "sick, poisoned and useless world".
The moment of freedom is thus a developmental novel for the modern man who wants to survive our sick life-threatening era: a cheerful and evil diary in which only the night pages are included.
Example: Bjørneboe depicts witty and icy Verdun battlefields by getting lost in purely kilometer and tonal considerations over the events from 1914 to 1918. How many kilos of soldiers went with? What effects has this human fertilizer had on the primeval forest?
Sentimentality is the sister of brutality.
Very important questions, fit to be answered by Europe's kind aunts whose heartbeat would be greater if they knew the mileage of their fallen sons and husbands' combined small intestines. For such hearts are sufficient for fertilizer: "Sentimentality is the sister of brutality."
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