Although I can’t say for certain, I believe that this is my first book to come with cosmetic freebies.
(P.S. Anyone know the translation of Jag minns inte varför jag älskar dig?)
Thanks to all (and by all, I mean, readers Laura, Sara, and my mom) who wrote (despite the fact that I turned off comments) to say that the Swedish title translates to I Don’t Remember Why I Love You. Sara intriguingly reports that there is no Swedish word for AMNESIAC. I find myself wondering what they call Amnesia in Sweden? Perhaps, the Disease of Forgetting Which Happens Rarely in Life But Often as Plot Contrivance in Popular Entertaiments?
Curl up, Readers, it’s about to get Very, Very Serious here at the blog formerly known as The Reluctant Blogger — the writer (“Me”) is about to teach the reader (“You”) A Brief but Very Important Lesson about Vanity.
Once upon a time, I liked to visit my Wikipedia page. One of those times, someone had replaced my entire biography with the sentence “I like to eat poop.” (Ah, Wikipedia, you know me so well...)I don’t visit Wikipedia anymore.*
*Except for really important research that I know will be totally unbiased and factual.
A still from a German school play version of Elsewhere.
According to the accompanying newspaper article (and my really precise Babel Fish translation of aforementioned article), it was, in the German tradition, an evening where sadness and humor coexisted in equal measure… Or, um, something sort of close to that.