Spot on – or not?

"Nils Forsberg on the humor in Nina Hemmingssons work."

"They are women who do and say what comes to them. No comment is too low, no view is wrong, no sense of ugly. They are not directly engaging in general either, rough and featureless with poor posture and literally empty look."

"”I'm just the girl you want, I promise, come and lie with me now,” it says on a drawing, where Nina Hemmingssons black and white signaturgestalt, the dark-haired woman with eyes without pupils, sitting with pink lips and a small glimpse of an equally pink sex. Straight on and desperate disclosure, typically Hemmingsson."

"Spot on, on all planes, but hell knows if it is so much fun, really?"

"beyond that is something with age and spiritual darkness. I have not read the Charles Bukowski since high school, but I remember that wow, what we thought he was fun. Even in the tragic uppväxtskildringen My virginity and Pearl Harbour managed to my friends and I focus on the drastic formulations in the midst of all the abuse, the bullying and terror."

"In fact, it was dråpligheterna only occasional glimmers of hope in ångestbearbetningen."

"It gets a bit the same thing to see Nina Hemmingsson in large format on the Bror Hjorths hus in Uppsala. May require gallows humor of his youth. When you are full of confidence, and your entire life spreads out in front of a seem thoughts on the shortcomings just absurd, then everything is to laugh at. 20-year-old readers who see the exhibition will find that it is jättefestlig. Just wait a few years and you'll see."

"nHemmingsson has since his debut in 2004 has established itself as one of the great English comic writers. The exhibition is a selection of drawings from throughout her career, with emphasis on the later years. Apart from ångestkänslan that spreads when there is so much svartsyn gathered so here, a few things clear."

"One is how ready she was as an artist already when she debuted, and that the ”enrutingar” as she more and more devoted (and posted for example here on Aftonbladet kultursida) just is a logical development. It is not needed any dramaturgy. The concentrated klarsynen injected with a few drops of satire can fit in a single picture with a short text."

"Her style is encoded in a way that is usually called male pattern. The case of the coarse and clumsy lines (which, of course, is well aware), but above all the lack of self-censorship of her characters. Compare with another of the Swedish novel, a big, Gunnar Lundkvist, who Hemmingsson did a book together with a year or two ago. His characters make, on the contrary (typically female, usually it has to be said) – are turning their concerns inward, shut themselves in their wan apartments in Hell City with its anxiety and maybe a cup of coffee as a companion."

"nNina Hemmingsson do a long history of snubbars snack and attitudes and let their women say things like ”Okay, he thinks he's normal, while I think that he is satan himself, so if we meet halfway, he is well a ordinary fucking asshole. You get to go home now?” just when parterapeuten said that the aim is to find the tools to compromise and meet half way. The förskrämde the man of the pair sitting just stiff with widened eyes."

"It is not very hard for me to associate with a woman as the 1990 talsfeminismen come, first couldn't cope to read Nina Björk, and then had absolutely no desire to be as tidy, factual and verserad."

"n”Entry, must forward!”, used to be Charles Bukowski's alter ego shout in the novel, which is about how he hung over parts out shipments for the u.s. postal service. ”Everything must out!”, could be Nina Hemmingssons battle cry."

"So to see the exhibition if you can. It is not the same thing as browse in the books. Be prepared to be hit. Of uncontrollable laughter if you are placed in that direction or only in the age – or of something much harder. I call it the ”Panic”, called the exhibition. That is Just it. The feeling."

"nNils ForsbergnNina Hemmingsson employee at Aftonbladet kultursidor, therefore, reviewed her exhibition by Nils Forsberg, critics in Expressen."

"I call it the ”Panic”"

"Bror Hjorths hus, Uppsala"