Hanne Ørstavik: Love

This. Is. Art.

This is art that will haunt you for a while.

It brings to mind the Shepard Tone, an auditory illusion used in film soundtracks to create a palpable disquiet. It occurs when layers of the same scale sequence are played at the same time; the highest layer decrescendos, the middle pitch maintains a consistent volume, and the bottom frequency increases in loudness. Played simultaneously, it manipulates the brain into believing that it is hearing an infinitely ascending tension.

In what appears to be the most original writing style I have encountered in a while, Hanne Ørstavik seems to have invented a literary equivalent of the Shepard Tone, camouflaged in a narrative that demands complete attention.

A village in northern Norway. A mother and son. The frost and the night are tangible.

And love?

Love is left out in the cold.

5 thoughts on “Hanne Ørstavik: Love”

  1. This kind of reminds me of Kiran Millwood Hargrave’s The Mercies. Also set in the Arctic, cold and gloomy, sinister males, witch hunting etc. You might like that story too. X

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  2. Beautiful review, Miracle 😊 Thanks for sharing your thoughts on the Shepard Tone. It looks very fascinating! I didn’t know about that. I have this book on my TBR. Will try to read it soon. Thanks for sharing your thoughts 😊

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