The Marriage Feast and Other Stories
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A fine collection of short stories, fables, and satires. Outside of the longest short story (almost novella length really, "The Masquerade of Souls" is nearly 90 pages), this is what I read yesterday.
The non-satirical tales involve motifs that run through Lagerkvist's fiction: man's place in the modern world; modernism versus a pastoral traditionalism; themes involving religious existentialism and man's place in the world....you know the routine.
The satire can be deeply amusing. "The Children's Campaign" is a reflection on militarism and how it is perpetuated by way of describing the successful military campaign of a child's army against a lesser nation. One of the better stories in the bunch.
I highly recommend "Paradise"--a short story about God and his creations (specifically, man and the Tree of Knowledge). On a first reading of the book, I'd say it was my favorite.
Lagerkvist is not well represented on the tracker....But I think I do have one or two more ebooks that duplicate my hardcopies (like this anthology). Please leave a note if you'd like me to prioritize other books of this Nobel Prize winner.
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better and as prettily as they could wish. “Now I think we ought to hurry up and get your dress on.” “Yes, I suppose it’s nearly time. . . . Oh, Agnes dear, you’ve no idea how strange it feels.” “Yes, it must.” “Just imagine being dressed as a bride—it’s all like a dream. I can’t really believe it’s true.” “ If I might suggest it,” Agnes said, “you ought to wear your nice black dress instead, it suits you so well.” “Agnes dear, how can you! You’re not serious!” Frida 18 TH E M A R R I A G E F
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Yes, there must be a lot of work, a lot that is not apparent. She thanked him for making this moment so sacred, for all the beautiful words he had read. Both she and Jonas went to the door with him, and Jonas helped him on with his coat and opened the gate leading out into the road, where he stood bowing until the pastor had dis appeared through the trees. Dinner was ready now, and they all sat down, the bridal pair in the principal seats in the centre of one side, and the others gathered around