April 7, 2016: The post below was composed when I was debating the extent to which I wanted to turn toward reviewing books. As a result it is primarily personal and reflective in nature. Since writing it my reviews rapidly moved to more serious and critical efforts, many of which now appear on other sites.
I recently wrote a piece for the Three Percent blog on why this book should win the Best Translated Book Award for 2016. It offers a more critical view of this work.
The novel opens with the chance meeting of Jim and Tommy, two childhood friends, now in their mid-50’s on a bridge at the break of dawn. More than 30 years have passed since they last saw each other. Jim, the sensitive and more intellectually inclined of the two, has struggled with mental illness and, as we meet him, he has exhausted a year of sick leave after a brief and unsuccessful attempt to return to work. Tommy, who dropped out of school at 16 to work at a mill, has benefited from some shrewd investments and a head for numbers, to find himself in a high level financial position in the city. But his life, with his fancy clothing and new Mercedes, is hollow. Both men have failed marriages behind them and over the course of the day that follows this early morning encounter each one finds himself facing a deep sense of grief and loss over the close friendship they shared growing up in semi-rural Norway.
As spare and luminous as the northern landscape that grounds this exploration of time, friendship, family and dysfunctional parents – themes Petterson has returned to continuously – I Refuse follows a winding chronology and employs a variety of perspectives and characters to frame the peculiar circumstances that helped forge the original bond between Jim and Tommy, and the fractured pathways that each has followed after Jim’s attempted suicide at 18 initiates events that drive them apart. Brought to life through the blistering translation from the Norwegian by Don Bartlett (of Knuasgaard, Loe and Nesbo fame) this is simply Petterson’s broadest, darkest and most complex work to date. If his brilliant Out Stealing Horses has long occupied a space in my top ten all time favourite books, this new work is even more striking and mature.
Or maybe I am simply more mature myself.
At this moment in time, at roughly the same age as the men at the core of this novel, and currently engaged in my own pursuit of disability supports following an unexpected return of a mental health disorder after more than a decade of stability, I could relate to the essential theme of the slowly eroding and distorting impact of the passage of time on our selves and our relationships with friends and family. Apart from a failed marriage and a childhood in a similarly semi-rural setting; my life and circumstances are different than those portrayed here. But the true power of this work lies in the author’s skill and confidence in the reader to leave the space for ambiguity and hint at the possible dynamics that drive the characters without feeling the need to answer all the questions or resolve all the mysteries.
Kind of like the way we have to navigate life itself.
11 thoughts on “The haunting memory of friendship lost – I Refuse by Per Petterson”
Adding that to the list. I hope you’re writing btw.
It’s a good one. As for the writing, I’m plucking away having taken a few blind alleys in attempts to find an approach…
Oh good – blind alleys can often be the start of things, I think. You saw your psychiatrist last week? I got the date wrong, seeing mine tomorrow.
Yes I saw my psychiatrist Friday and updated her on all the weirdness in my life. She is sending supplementary info to the insurance company because I am not ready to work but she does see improvement which I don’t always see because I have been sick with a cold and have zero tolerance for any challenges. She does not want to add or change any meds. See my family doctor tomorrow.
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Good to get an educated outside view, I hope the progress keeps progressing.
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Thanks and good luck to you with the psych visit at your end this week.
Thanks bro. I just want December to be over.
It’s interesting to see someone who has a Petterson novel on his or her list of favorites. I have a copy of Out Stealing Horses and I’m now interested to read it soon.
Out Stealing Horses is a masterpiece. An excellent place to start.