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"Jack Hilden on Kristian Lundberg's ”Rekviem over a lost son”"

"Kristian Lundberg has too easy to write. It's a very simple reason that Yarden has, and probably always will have, a unique position among his works. It is written from an acute condition which he himself told in many interviews. There was a concrete workplace to portray, which made him furious because of impotence. "

"Such emergency texts, not always in and of itself, but Kristian Lundberg writes always. The pompous style is easy to irritate, omtagningarna often appear unjustified."

"Very recognisable in the Requiem over a lost son. The self finds itself in its Malmö, and I will myself to read the son, the same son he has recently written a letter to in the anthology To my son. The same son of god as he is in the Yarden woke early in the morning, and drove to their barndomskvarter to show where he grew up. "

"It is certainly the sloppy reading observed, but also significant for a writer who more clearly than most created a universe where some of the building blocks appears to be mandatory."

"Now it seems the son is not at all the same – in the anthology addressed the letter to someone who had left and broken up. Here the son, in the place never existed. At least not so long as to the parents even got to see him open his eyes. ”You are not even a memory,” it says. "

"this way, becomes the sorrow of a kind which is difficult to imagine. Namely, over what you never had and thus also hardly has the tools to ensure. "

"the Days pass over the pages. It is often afternoon, and a vague boredom in the everyday restless emptiness. Mässandet becomes very very monotonous, a noise that strösslar christian images and reflections on poetry."

"It is in such moments that Lundberg is liable to reduce itself to one of the authors who gives out streams of books, difficult to separate from each other. "

"But sometimes he manages to describe a very specific condition, which hurts. It is mainly in the stark findings: ”It is what the dead in particular do, u002F stop breathing”. "

"In the contrast between love and loss, he writes up a story that can accommodate more than the number of pages in the collection have place for. What has happened is irreversible, and now he goes around among the remains after a fire. The boy was nothing, neither he or the parents may have a special place in the world, but in the father's eyes would the son have always existed, and will take on the way the form when the Lundberg write their fantasies about him. "

"”It is possible to lose more than what one owns,” writes Lundberg, and shows that among the noise there are sentences that make you look up from the page and out through the window."

"" the Requiem over a lost son"