In 2025 I read Aliss at the Fire by Jon Fosse.
Lately I have been reading ebooks in bed before I go to sleep. I find this much more restorative than scrolling on social media.
However, I had to stop reading this one that way. The lines between dream and reality were becoming too permeable. It was increasingly hard to know where I was.
Fosse’s style is musical and hypnotic. It’s not quite the modernism of Faulkner or Joyce. But it’s not pure experimentation either.
Reading this induced an almost mystical sensation. The unshakeable notion that everything is interlinked. This book is the memory of a half-forgotten dream.