On the Calculation of Volume III
3.990 kr.Tara Selter is no longer alone. Tara Selter has lived the eighteenth of November 1,143 times when she notices a break in the pattern: a man has changed his shirt. The man is Henry Dale, and he remembers all the days that have come before.He knows that time has fallen out of joint. Now they are two of a kind – trapped in the eighteenth of November, but no longer alone.
Together they learn to share their present; their voices grow hoarse recounting their small battles against it and their bewilderment at the disintegrating world. Henry sees things differently to Tara: he does not think that time will put itself back together and he does not think that the future will come around. But he makes her realise that she is no longer the same person she was before this fault in time. And he makes her believe that there may be others to find within it.
Rúmmálsreikningur III
4.690 kr.Rúmmálsreikningur III er þriðja bindi af sjö í skáldsögu Solvej Balle um Töru Selter sem situr föst í nóvemberdegi. Höfundurinn hlaut bókmenntaverðlaun Norðurlandaráðs 2022 fyrir fyrstu þrjú bindin sem nú eru öll komin út á íslensku í þýðingu Steinunnar Stefánsdóttur.
„Hann segist vera að reyna að venjast því að borða úrgang. Hann áttar sig alveg á að við notum heiminn upp til agna. Hann hefur séð það: tómu hillurnar. Hann hefur séð rétti strokaða út af töflum veitingastaða og kaffihúsa og hann hefur séð litlu plastpakkningarnar með apríkósumauki klárast af morgunverðarhlaðborði hótels en þá færði hann sig á annað hótel.“
On the Calculation of Volume II
3.990 kr.Tara Selter is searching for a way back into time. Tara has been stuck in the 18th of November for over a year’s worth of days. She still wakes up to the same newspapers, and the same blank faces when she explains that she has seen this all before.
Until one morning, she boards a train and finds herself in a new day. It is still the eighteenth of November, but the faces are different, the weather is colder. She realises that she has found a way out of her endless autumn.
By moving across Europe rather than through time, she can collect the ingredients for the seasons: the thin film of ice on puddles, the fresh spring breeze, the blazing summer sun. As she travels, she begins to hope for a new future, one that will run in parallel to the eighteenth of November, one that she must build for herself.