The past few days I’ve been feeling rather homesick. Loads of people have finished their exams and gone home for good. My best friend has left and the people still here are busy revising for their last couple of exams. Facebook is filled with pictures of a summery Sweden and today was my little sister’s first proper school graduation and I feel bad for not being there. However, in this very moment I am completely calm and happy. It has been long since my heart felt this light.
The reason: I found the Scandinavian shelf in the library.
I went to the library to return two books but came back home with 5. I just couldn’t help myself.
First I got this little beauty – a small anthology containing The Father, Miss Julie and The Ghost Sonata. Gotta love Strindberg.
Then I got what is originally a children’s story often used in geography lessons as it is about a little boy who shrinks into a Liliputian figure and travels across Sweden on the back of a goose. Tonight I plan to read the part portraying the county in which I used to live.
This is a poetry collection by a Pär Lagerkvist whom I have not really read anything by before but he’s one of the classics. The best part about this one is that it has the poems both in English translation and the original Swedish. It has been so long since I could read something of good literary quality in Swedish and I have been missing the classic Swedish miserable literature.
The last thing I got from the Swedish section is a 371 pages long biography about Stringberg himself. It is filled with pictures of him and his surroundings and the inside cover is a painting of Stockholm. I love Stockholm.
The range available in the library is rather limited but to just see Swedish authors on the shelves makes me incredibly happy. I think that at a moment my eyes watered a little when I found it and saw … well, mostly books by and about Strindberg because he is the most famous author we have BUT STILL!
I found the Scandinavian section in the library.