Armand V
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- £9.99
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- £9.99
Publisher Description
‘Solstad doesn’t write to please other people. Do exactly what you want, that’s my idea…the drama exists in his voice’ Lydia Davis
Armand is a diplomat rising through the ranks of the Norwegian foreign office, but he’s caught between his public duty to support foreign wars in the Middle East and his private disdain of Western intervention. He hides behind his knowing ironic statements about the war, which no one grasps and which change nothing in the real world. Armand’s son joins the Norwegian SAS to fight in the Middle East, despite being specifically warned against such a move by his father, which leads to catastrophic, heartbreaking consequences.
Told exclusively in footnotes to an unwritten novel, this is Solstad's radically unconventional novel about how we experience the passing of time: how it fragments, drifts, quickens, and how single moments can define a life.
Winner of the Brage Prize
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
This unique, fascinating novel is composed of footnotes to a larger work that doesn't exist. Solstad is present as both author and minor character, delving into short essays about his writing process as he passes age 60. His original idea "is invisible for the author in the sense that he is unable to write it." He can only try to "relate to... the text up there.' " The Pale Fire comparison is apparent, but this novel, written in 2006, is more digestible. The plot happens through a series of vignettes featuring Armand V, a long-serving diplomat approaching retirement, and several characters who are ancillary in the nonexistent novel. Armand's college friend Paul Buer stars in a long, wonderful bildungsroman in the text, and the twin sister of Armand's first wife (who never appears) is given a romantic arc that spans 40 years. As the story proceeds, it grapples with the place of Norway in the western world, and Armand has to swallow his concerns about American hegemony. But then his son enlists in the army and everything changes. Solstad (Shyness and Dignity) is, as ever, excellent at mingling the personal with the theoretical, embedded in the strange beauty of everyday routine.
