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Book review: Fredrik Virtanen speaks out of suffering well

– Have you hormöte or can we beat us down?

It was one of his sharp öppningsrepliker at the pub. He belonged to the nice guys around Stureplan in the early 2000's. Had an eye on everything, was omsusad nöjesjournalist at Aftonbladet and regular at Spy Bar where life was an almost uninterrupted party on alcohol and cocaine.

He was arrogant, brash and ugly in the mouth, and later in the wee hours of the night it was closest to the routine to take a taxi home to take over any of the trophies he as a celebrity and proffsraggare could attract. Afterwards, he them in the hundreds.

”Without the grace of god – an inquiry” by Fredrik Virtanen. Illustration: Gloria publishers

the piggish type, and also in Stockholm grisiga nattvärld. ”A yokel”, as he now humbly expresses the matter.

One of the all these countless nights he may with yet another girl home. Younger than he is, funny and flirtatious, he remembers. They end up in bed, completely according to expectations – but what then happens is controversial, and more than that: it'll mess up a series of waves that just over ten years later, towering to a media tsunami of enormous proportions.

According to him, fell asleep both from exhaustion, fully clothed. According to her, she became the first nerdrogad, then raped. But it took a few years before she she went out with it. Only after five years, she said, but the investigation was quickly down.

given his rumlande life behind, got married, had children and given their careers a slightly more serious tone. He now wrote also about important social issues liverpool continued to wear.

Mr. Hyde had converted to Dr Jekyll and everything looked fine and dandy.

But struck suddenly and patriarchy of the earthquake, which was called the metoo, and the past came to catch up with him with brutal force. The woman from that night had, with time, itself conquered a place in the public sphere as a journalist and profile on Instagram. And now, just when the scandals duggade darkest time of year and the shouts resounded at its highest, she went out with his name to his thousands of followers: Fredrik Virtanen.

and clouds of witnesses from the bad old days around Stureplan in stockholm, and at Aftonbladet could attest his tölpaktighet. In a blow became Fredrik Virtanen, one of the foremost Swedish symbols for the whole of the förtigna and hated male övergreppskultur that now would finally be crushed, and he found himself quite unexpectedly in the midst of all mediedrevs mother.

On the network was attacked, he hathögern as the hypocrites, of feminists as a sex offender, and after the matter has been heated a few weeks in the cyberspace hit Expressen with six pages and a headline. Threats of death hopades, the family had to move and after a short timeout has ended his employment at the newspaper Aftonbladet.

And so the low-Fredrik Virtanen there one day, helplessly, ridiculously on the back, turned to the beetle. Exactly where, in Kafka, is also the start of the book he has now written about the whole affair: ”Without mercy – a hearing”.

Life in the kokaindimmorna was certainly much more fun to experience than it is to read about the

, sometimes self-pitying, and sometimes offensive, a desperate apology directly from the källarhålet. That book is hardly indispensable, but it is well-written parts where the nerves are exposed and the language glows.

Its first part is a självbekännelse where he acknowledges that the new witnesses are not lying: 2000 century Virtanen was indeed a buffalo. It is a nifty self-critical sedeskildring where he appears to be becoming sincere, but that reading it is honestly entitled slow: life in the kokaindimmorna was certainly much more fun to experience than it is to read about.

In the second part is the book's strongest section, it is a horrific and increasingly hudlös story about what happens to a man who was caught in a perfect storm where the passage of all the possible media channels and the feelings of hatred and revenge combine in a rising inferno. He crouches, hiding, bathed in self-hatred, goes into the deck, trying to spit up.

aware of everything that is going on out there and taking careful note of how it goes in this new, beautiful medievärld. He is the pro and can all the routine, yet he can't defend themselves, especially when even your friends – the supposed – stops and he is alone in the hurricane's eye.

In the third part together ledarskribenten Virtanen to a kind of evaluation of what happened: a, in parts, somewhat tedious enumeration of wrongs, and the enemies, but best a really poignantly deal with the medieoffentlighet not always managed to keep his head cold enough in korsdraget between metoo-the movement's rightful anger, and social media's capacity for mobilisation and spreading of rumours.

Far too many were caught up in the rush and everything was not true, as was said, not even if Virtanen. The result was not only revealed misdeeds, but also some unfair uthängda victims.

Ogärningsman or victims?

When it comes to the alleged offence, we know not. No one wants to cast doubt on a vulnerable woman, but the charges have been tried and have been shut down and is in the public eye, especially in media with utgivaransvar, he must therefore still be seen as innocent.

No, I feel no more sympathy for a man who, in adult age, lived robbers with women, called them whores and cunts but himself a feminist. He has been corrected, he claims, but gives no deeper reasons to repentance, than to his new life as a married man and editorial writer called it.

Still, there might be reasons to listen to what the refined Dr. Jekyll now says out of his suffering well. His experience both as a journalist and as a target for the media storm makes him observant, not least on the dangers of the rapid change of the media landscape as the traditional press to for the good cause – and upplagornas – sake light on the requirement that the källgranska and identify exciting data.

of journalism around the metoo was also absolutely devastating. But Virtanen perceive also another worrying tendency: the silence that followed. He means not only the absence or halvkvädna självrannsakningen after the press ethical breakdowns, but also new anxiety he likes to see, doubt the face of that now at all take up charged questions which run the risk of taking on a furious nätmobb.

suddenly, he notes, was not the only critic of the metoo-wave displaced from the columns – but also many of the activists who had just been praised in them.

And why, I wonder, was it so impossible to give out his book on a Swedish publishing house?

Benny Fredrikssons suicide last winter thinking Fredrik Virtanen on choosing the same resort. However, it does not: ”Why should you take life when you may not hear the hypocrisy afterwards?”

express himself, he can, and one suspects that he probably will scratch themselves to the last. In the best case, perhaps his cry from the depths can contribute something little to pressetiken in the social media impaired time, also makes it.

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