the Mom is so obvious. It is enough, therefore, she often barely even mentioned in the literature. She is a shadow, mundane, unremarkable, in the dazzling light of the absent father.
And it is clear: You lack only this one doesn't have. It is the unattainable that is interesting, easy, worth writing a book about. But one would wish she got the recognition in all cases. The mother. And I'm so glad that Eric Rosen has given her.
Down at the bottom is no other than the mothers, no soft bolster of fondpengar when everything fails.
with all my heart it is where I may have done” is really about his dad, the murder, the father does not remember that he committed. It is a uppväxtskildring, though unusual in the genre. For Eric Rosén also see what he sees.
”my Mother comforts me when I'm sad. It would father do also if he could, but he is never there when it happens,” writes Eric Rosén. ”Despite the fact that he is or in early retirement while the mother has to work all the time, it is she who organises and arranges everything.”
goodness and evil, of course. But down at the bottom is no other than the mothers, no soft bolster of fondpengar when everything fails. They may protect their children with their bodies.
It is those that let the family eat while they themselves are starving and neglect and sacrifice, those who get inventive and twisting and turning every penny to not only be able to give everyone everything they need, but also where the other, the extra, these women tend to call ”to indulge in”.
and his brother is big enough to cope passably themselves allow their mother to indulge in something for its own part: to let go and fall, after struggling so. She will be lying at home in a depression.
Yes, this is a book about a dad, but it is still the mother – with the present, the parent's right – in the book's last sentence may explain the world. I think it is fine.