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After their father drinks himself to death in his mother's house in Kristiansand, Karl Ove and his brother Yngve find the rooms full of empty bottles, rotting food, and excrement. Their grandmother is still living there, confused, incontinent and drinking herself. The brothers spend the days before the funeral scrubbing the house room by room with detergent, and Karl Ove weeps repeatedly while cleaning a man he feared and did not love.
Contemporary society saturates itself with images of death in news and film while physically removing actual corpses from view. Bodies are moved quickly out of sight, handled by professionals, and kept away from the living. The result is that the dead body, the one concrete fact of death, becomes the thing people almost never encounter, which makes real death feel unreal and shameful.
A child living with an unpredictable, frightening father learns to read him the way one reads weather, from the sound of the car, footsteps on the stairs, or the set of his shoulders. This constant vigilance organizes the child's whole perception, so ordinary objects and routines such as a lost sock or a drop of water on the floor become charged with the threat of his mood. The fear persists as an internal climate long after the father has lost any real power.
When invented plots and literary forms begin to feel worthless and interchangeable, meaning can be recovered by writing down lived experience in the first person with unselective, almost total detail, including the boring, the embarrassing and the trivial. Candor about the writer's own shame and his family's shame becomes the source of the work's force.