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From the land of permafrost
By
Ashok Chopra
For many
years after 1945, Scandinavian writers were
preoccupied with World War II and its
repercussions: with the Finnish winter war
against Russia, the German occupation of Norway
and Denmark, and the compromised neutrality of
Sweden. The late 1940s and 1950s were dominated
by war literature, and some major contributions
even came in the 1960s, such as the Danish
Communist Hans Scherfigs attack on his
countrys betrayal of its communists in Frydenholm
(1962), or the investigation of Swedens
treatment of Baltic refugees in The
Legionnaires (1968), by Peter Olov Enquist.
Yet, broadly speaking, by the early 1960s writers
were most concerned with formal experimentation.
As the decade advanced, however, other political
concerns came to the fore.
According to Janet
Garton, "Modernism in Denmark was a
flourishing movement in both poetry and prose. A
new generation of writers made their debut, and
have been central in Danish literary life ever
since a generation characterised in 1967
by Thomas Bredsdorff as Strange Storytellers.
One of the strangest was Villy Sorensen whose
Harmless Tales are full of surreal episodes,
in which people divide and metamorphose, and
speech obstructs communication. A dumb boy can
convey his feelings only through music, a blind
girl cannot see unless her eyes are full of
tears." In Denmark censorship was abolished
in 1967 and then while feminism found fertile
ground sexual tolerance went further.
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Peter
Hoeg
PETER Hoeg was
born in 1957 in Denmark and followed various
callings dancer, actor, fencer, sailor,
mountaineer before he turned seriously to
writing. He published his first novel A
History of Danish Dreams in 1988,
(English trans 1995). Set in a Danish feudal
castle, the count orders the gates closed and all
clocks stopped to prevent the passage of
time. And when 400 years pass in the blink of an
eye, a young man leads the way out of the musty,
misty, Nordic past into a 20th century
exploding with war, opportunism, sexuality,
suffering and madness. It had a fine mix of
mischief and intelligent observation. It provided
evidence enough that Hoeg was "the foremost
storyteller of his generation." Two years
later he published his first collection of short
stories.
In 1992 came Miss
Smillas Feeling for Snow
whose title in subsequent reprints was changed to
Miss Smillas Sense of Snow
a book that even today is a best-seller and has
been translated into 23 languages. Critics have
labelled it as "a classic of this
century", and Hoeg as "an author in the
league of Melville and Conrad. He writes prose
that is as bitter, changeable, and deep-fathomed
as poetry-prose that (even in translation)
demands to be read aloud and savoured." It
was followed by another brilliant work of
shattering force Borderliners
in 1994. With it Hoeg established himself as a
leading novelist and was offered a chair in the
corner of literary heaven reserved for the great
writers.
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The inspiration came from
Tove Ditlesen, with novels based on her own anguished
life and her bad conscience at being both a woman and an
artist; her suicide was mirrored in novels of
womens lives in which this complicated balancing
act had become too much to cope with. The younger
generation had a more positive attitude, whether it is
Suzanne Bragger who became synonymous with sexual freedom
or Klaus Rifbjergs novels of contemporary life,
centering on individual psychological crisis, the works
of this period portray a fascinating gallery of
character.
The critic Oystein Rottem
has characterised the 1980s in Scandinavia as the
decade of fantasy, when writers abandoned political
documentaries and reclaimed the fantastic as the proper
sphere of creativity. It is a shift of emphasis which is
apparent in several major works from this decade.
The most recent and
stupendous and rather unlikely success for
a Danish author in English has been that of Peter Hoeg.
The investigator in his Miss Smillas Feelings
for Snow, is a Greenlander whose understanding of the
different qualities of snow helps her to solve a crime,
the untranslatable Greenlandic terms for snow are also an
opportunity for Hoeg to deliver a critique of
Scandinavian colonialism and the linguistic deprivation
of an ethnic minority.
The differences between
pure crime novels and detective stories have not always
been clear-cut. In Dashiell Hammert of Raymond Chandler,
there is usually a murder (or murders) with no clues
because we know from the beginning who is or will be
responsible and why. Detective stories instead have a
mystery, usually a mysterious murder with a small circle
of suspects. A detective finds the final solution through
logical deduction from the clues inserted in the novel.
Peter Hoegs Miss Smillas Feeling for Snow
is a detective story with a typically European
sensitivity part philosophical/psychological where
"reality is only partly attacked by logic."
One winter evening the
neighbours six-year-old Eskimo boy, Isiah appears
to have fallen to his death from the apartment roof in
Copenhagen. Accidental death say the police. But Miss
Smilla Jaspersen, is a fierce and independent woman, an
elegant 37-year-old resourceful, tenacious and
bloody-minded Greenlander who has never mastered the
subtleties of human relationships. She knows the boy
well. Moreover, she is an expert on snow and ice and has
a feeling for it. Those last footprints tell her a tale.
She investigates the death of Isiah. Her investigation
starts in Denmark and leads to the arctic ice cap as
Smilla doggedly homes in on her quarry.
Smilla knows that Isiah
was morbidly afraid of heights. Then she sees tracks in
the snow, finds that he ran off the roof at full tilt and
gets convinced that something is wrong. So she starts her
unorthodox investigation that takes her into the archives
of one of Denmarks largest corporations, introduces
her to a show of characters even older than she is and
finally sends her on a mysterious ocean trip to what
seems the end of the world, in Greenland.
No story is ever told
these days as if it is the only one: there are wheels
within wheels and when it comes to an European novel it
is the always "episodic, fragmentary, structurally
loose and shifty." So it is here. Smilla is so fully
and interestingly drawn that the books plot becomes
besides the point, embedded as it is in a thicket of
musings about Euclids Elements, the nature
of glaciers, the physics of drowning in waters less than
six degrees Celsius. "When your body temperature
drops from 38 to 36 degrees Celsius, you shake.
Then the shaking stops.
Thats when your temperature falls to 30 degrees
Celsius. This temperature is critical. Thats when
apathy sets in. Thats when your temperature falls
to 30 degrees Celsius. This temperature is critical.
Thats when apathy sets in. Thats when you
freeze to death."
Particularly striking is
the discussion of the cultural barriers separating the
world of her dead mother, an Eskimo who hunted as
fearlessly as a man, and her father, a Danish
anaesthesiologist trapped by his own rationality. Can
this heritage that we are all heir to be bridged through
love and understanding? Or, as the poet said, does love
overcome all problems but only in the beginning?
It is the essential
ambiguity of Smilla, the dichotomy between her two selves
torn between her mothers heritage and her
fathers that makes us distrust her
self-analysis, as she bravely asserts that she
understands now better than she understands love. She is
driven along in her investigations through sheer
instincts and emotion and we follow her because of her
craziness and strength.
So when Smilla says that
"if you reach the age of 37 in a country like
Denmark, and have regular intervals free from
pharmaceuticals, havent committed suicide and
havent completely sold out the tender ideals of
your childhood, then you have learnt a lot about facing
adversity in life," we simply go along with her to
the land of permafrost.
And it is here that the
tiny fragments of episodes and instant on philosophy on
lifes little ironies all add up. And it also
becomes clear why Hoeg has taken us through a long ride
in this novel, because the motives of hushing up the
murder by the Danish power elite are bizarre. It had a
lot to do with snow, ice, fossils, low-temperature
physics, "dissipative structures",
"inorganic substances through which energy was
flowing" and of course philosophy and the
nature of man. But it does remind you of a particularly
slick summing up at the end of Hammetts The Thin
Man: "That may be", Nora tells Nick
Charles, "but its all pretty
unsatisfactory".
It has been said that a
good detective story is 25 per cent mystery, 25 per cent
character and 50 per cent what the author knows best. All
the percentages are right here. As Hoeg says towards the
end, "the true reality of things is not important.
Whats important is what people believe." And
you believe this because it is meticulous, witty,
seemingly authentic and utterly nihilistic and
thats all one can ask for.
(To be continued)
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