By John Burnside
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At a severe aspect in her profession, painter Angelika Rossdal without notice strikes to Kvaloya, a small island deep within the Arctic Circle, to commit herself to the solitary pursuit of her craft. along with her, she brings her younger daughter, Liv, who grows up remoted and not able or unwilling to make pals her personal age, spending a lot of her time on my own, or with an aged neighbour, Kyrre Jonsson, who beguiles her with outdated people stories and tales approximately trolls, mermaids and – crucially for the occasions that spread in the summertime of her eighteenth yr – concerning the huldra, a wild spirit who seems to be within the type of an irresistibly appealing woman, to entice younger males to their doom.
Now twenty-eight, Liv seems again on her existence and especially to that summer season whilst boys drowned less than mysterious conditions within the nonetheless moonlit waters off the seashores of Kvaloya. have been the deaths unintended, or have been the men, as Kyrre believes, lured to their deaths through a malevolent spirit? first of all, Liv dismisses the outdated man's tales as myth, yet because the summer season maintains and occasions take a fair darker flip, she involves think that anything supernatural is going on at the island. yet is it? Or is Liv, a lonely lady who has spent her complete existence within the shadow of her attractive, proficient mom, slowly starting to lose contact with reality?
Set within the white nights of an Arctic summer season, the unconventional has the heightened, hallucinogenic surroundings of a dream, yet culminates in a second of profound horror.
Intensely imagined and exquisitely written, A summer season of Drowning is a play of darkish and lightweight, of taking a look and seeing, that would carry and hang-out each reader.
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