"Older women are rarely protagonists in newly released novels. Karin in Charlotte Qvandts lyrical, stripped-down debut novel Lines are not only older, but also oddly old-fashioned with their silkesstrumpor with a seam, sammetsdräkt with eyes, hat with gauze and a way of life in general that she was still in the 50's or in a tragic movie by Ingmar Bergman, from about the same time. "
"In alice's single have time as well as come to a stop in a crude alone now since her sight started to deteriorate. The doctor gives her in the book's early announcement that she is becoming blind, and that it is not possible to do something about it. "
"Qvandt has previously published several collections of poetry and the language is impressive temperate, airy and precise. We get to follow Karin's days in the big house with a garden outside a small town. The crisis in her inner and the memories from the past, especially the painful around his brother Osvalds insanity occupies her more than the everyday chores. But she do not want anyone to see her anguish, to ask for help is her alien: ”I need no one!” "
"She's planting a white rosbuske the husband's basil's tomb. She visits Uncle who is pining on a quiet, locked and orderly mentalvårdsklinik of a kind that does not exist anymore and when she comes home again, she starts to go through, sort and clean out, among their things: all the dusty bits and bobs on the wind, photo albums, handwriting, the old unnecessary heavy furniture and the deceased spouse basil's stuffed hunting trophies, wild boar, råbockar, björntänder, silverbesticken she no longer needs to ..."
"She can not at all take it easy and not to worry as the doctor said, but start instead in a desperate effort to try to sort out their lives at the same time as the field of view decreases and cognition glesnar. A furious, valiant döstädning that really don't lead to peace, but exhaustion and angina attack, and increased confusion."
"Anyway, all the difficult so beautiful. Alice's fight against the light and the taper forces the enough for each reader against the question she just dare to whisper to himself: ”How you die?” "
"But will be alice's last time more poignant, her fate is heavier, more sadly brilliant with this literary treatment of the ugly in the environment and the time markers? I don't know. Maybe. The actual poetry of it all feels at least strangely comforting."
"Death is of course better looking, with the white roses."