‘’Once in a while everyone wishes someone dead, though no one should ever kill.’’

Do You Know Jussi? : A girl on the brink of womanhood contemplates missing people, growing older and a possibly traumatic initiation into what it means to be an ‘’adult’’.

Mutual Destruction: The bond between a hunter and his dogs becomes a metaphor for a failed marriage. This story was the epitome of the ‘’emotional toil’’ but it was brilliant.

The Buddhist: A story about politics, lying, loneliness and the need to stay true to yourself. What starts as an elegant satire, becomes a classic Dorthe Nors story of complex feelings and acute commentary.

The Winter Garden: Having to deal with your parents’ divorce, its implications, their new relationship feels like a tiny version of Hell on Earth.

The Big Tomato: In a tender, melancholic and hopeful story, two Mexicans living in New York discover love while remembering their homeland and their beautiful culture. Falling in love out of the blue is a feeling that shakes your world. What could be more beautiful?

Duckling: A man of contradictions is remembered by his children in a story about family and the expectations of men…

‘’So then he surfs around, visiting a variety of websites, these days thinking about things he hasn’t thought about since he was a child. People who can predict things. Clocks that stop when someone dies. Calves with two heads, and women who kill people.

Female Killers: A man is exploring the darkest corners of the Web, fascinated by the life and deeds of a notorious woman. The closure of this story will give you nightmares.

Flight: A couple separates - for a number of reasons- and our story follows the woman’s unspoken sorrow. What happens when we ‘’storage’’ our feelings? When others congratulate us because ‘’we’re coping marvellously’’ and our heart is bleeding?

Nat Newsom: A contemplative story, formed as a scientific memo, about identity, honesty, kindness, naivety and the cruelty of a society that chooses to treat the ones who are different as ‘’invisible entities.’’

‘’It’s all about loving yourself. If you don’t love yourself, who else will?’’

Hair Salon: They say that a hair salon is THE place to learn every single secret of your neighbourhood. Now I can’t say I am a regular customer in mine (huzzah for long black-blue locks) but in this story, we come to think about togetherness, privacy and, ultimately, voluntary loneliness.

‘’But something is always going on in the night, there are always smells and sounds: pigeons rustling in the attic, creatures on the move, and the herons of Frederiksberg Gardens can sometimes be seen, looking like gray poultry shears in the sky over Valby.’’

The Heron: The heron and the park become a canvas, a miniature of our society, with all its vices, dangers, violence, and obsessions, written in Nors’s characteristic satire.

Karate Chop: A story that requires a strong stomach. An acute chronicle of physical and emotional abuse, toxic masculinity and revenge.

Mother, Grandmother and Aunt Ellen: A moving story of hardships, losses, and above all, the unique bond between a mother and her daughters, seen through the eyes of the grandson.

‘’She started frequenting cemeteries that summer, preferring the ones others rarely visited. She could go straight from social events with white wine, canapes, and peripheral acquaintances, cycle to the nearest cemetery, and find the corner where no one ever really want. At the far end of Vestre Cemetery, by the Innuit and the Faeroese and the war graves, down by the disused chapel was a quiet spot. Well away from the plots where brewers, publishers, and prime ministers lay shoulder to shoulder and were dead.’’

‘’Her favourite, though, was just between Frederiksberg and Valby. It was best in the twilight. In late July the evenings were still long and the place was like an overgrown park. Walking along the paths in the cemetery she found the unkempt graves of long-forgotten painters and poets, and at the northern end she came across a section where roses grew everywhere. The bushes had grown over the stones, weeds had tangled up in them, and they were the same roses her mother had at home.’’

She Frequented Cemeteries: In the most beautiful story of this outstanding collection, a young woman frequents cemeteries, searching for peace and thinking of the man she loves. The ethereal, haunting beauty and tranquillity of the story cannot be described. Nor can the feeling of being in love…

The Wadden Sea: A story about the bond between a mother and her child. An elegy of new beginnings and finding a new home. A song of the sea and the human soul.

Beautifully translated by Martin Aitken, Dorthe Nors’s stories showcase the power of Literature, its unique ability to laugh, cry, contemplate. To see yourself in the stories, to live a dozen lives.

‘’At two in the morning, I thought fresh air might do the trick. I stood out back and looked out over the landscape. I could see the stream winding through the meadow. There was frost in the grass and then I began to cry.’’

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En samling af den slags noveller, hvor man tænker, at der sikkert er en dybere mening, hvis man satte sig ned og analyserede dem, men også den slags noveller, hvor man ikke gider. Forfatterens finurlige observationer og sætningskonstruktioner gør dog, at det alligevel er værd at læse Kantslag. ( )

Fine, skarpe, skøre, forunderlige noveller. Lækker bog, der har fortjent den senere tids omtale, hypet af OPRAH. Sådan er der så meget. De er nogle meget danske, og meget kvindelige, fortællinger (så det er en fryd).
Den sidste, ultimative stjerne er udeladt, da jeg mangler lidt mere eftersmag i novellerne som helhed. Enkelte, som Tomaten, har dét, men ikke, slet ikke, alle. ( )

Fifteen stories in eighty-eight pages and it’s called Karate Chop? Pictures spring to mind of sharp-edged minimalism, the jolt of the unexpected. I had high hopes for this collection, the first English publication of Danish author Dorthe Nors (translated by Martin Aitken for Graywolf Press). It garnered widespread critical acclaim and I, expecting something quite unique, was unprepared for what I got: all too often rote slice-of-life stories.

I’ve never cared for slice-of-life, mainly because it’s so hard to do well. Especially in shortened form, it makes too often for quotidian extracts from life packed together without breathing room. A writer has to be either an excellent stylist (Mavis Gallant, Edna O’Brien) or supremely perceptive (Anton Chekhov, god of the life unlived) for it to work. Nors has these qualities but not in a reliable amount. What she excels at is atmosphere and her stories only pop when she allows slice-of-life to have a freak accident. In that way, she reminded me of Joyce Carol Oates, only with greater discipline (well, it’s hard to have less) and an air of mystery. Nors doesn’t believe in spelling things out for the audience. It’s unfortunate then, that so much left unsaid feels so ordinary.

The best stories in Karate Chop have a menacing and autumnal air of decay. With the exceptions of ‘The Buddhist’ and the title story, very little tends to happen. Nors prefers to suggest and when she uses that technique and goes beyond slice-of-life into a different type of gloom, the result is delicately unnerving, as in the conclusion of ‘Mutual Destruction’:

"A man and his dog in the twilight, but something more. He had to take it in. Take a good look, because that’s how it was: there was something inside Morten that shunned the light. Something Tina said was a kind of complex. He didn’t know what it was. He didn’t know what to say about it, other than that it smelled like offal, and that the smell was spreading."

This ominous trait is so good that reviewers tend to emphasise it, but in truth fewer than half of the stories hit that mark. The rest, though moody, do not carve out a distinct identity for themselves. It doesn’t help that, without the atmospheric displays, Nors’ writing is thoroughly nondescript. "I particularly remembered the front door when I turned to go back inside. The light from the lamp shining on the wall cladding and door handle. That sort of thing." Apart from the Danish setting and stylistic brevity, there is very little here to differentiate Karate Chop‘s divorces and family traumas from the rest of the pack.

Because of the brevity, Nors has been compared to Lydia Davis, but to qualify she’d have to break her stories down even further. ‘Nat Newsom’ fills four pages, but the wham moment, when Nat allows himself to be conned by an especially inexpert hustler, requires only one to set up and execute. Several of the less interesting stories could have hit a nerve with this treatment. ‘Hair Salon’ splits its attention between an old lady in a laundromat and the dog she dopes up so she can keep it in her apartment. The old woman pretends a solidarity with the narrator to salve her own isolation in the modern world but the detail about the dog is a far more powerful way of transmitting that.

The strongest stories in Karate Chop actually fulfill the promise of its title. The twisted premise of ‘The Buddhist’ is treated with a sense of humour that in no way impinges on its horrifying punchline. ‘The Heron’ is narrated by a morose and death-haunted man, musing on the sickly herons and occasional dismembered bodies you can find in the park (it was featured in the New Yorker and fully deserved it). ‘Female Killers’ also features a morbid man at its center, obsessed with women who kill and the survival of the fittest. ‘Karate Chop’ succeeds with a familiar tale, as an abused woman questions her relationship choices with an especially opaque and subtly chilling conclusion. These and ‘Mutual Destruction’ show what she’s capable of. Memorable and finely tuned sketches of life on the regular side of macabre. And all her talent is given full rein in the final and best story, ‘The Wadden Sea’.

It is hard to convey the enchanting quality of ‘The Wadden Sea’. The story is simple and told through the eyes of a child. A mother suffering “fear of life” moves to Sønderho, using the Wadden Sea mudflats for “healing power.” It is a fully formed piece of work, conveying a family’s tension, the struggles of a depressed mind, the layers of a local community and an impeccable sense of place, all in six pages. "There were many artists and musicians living in that little community. There were rich people too, though I didn’t know any of them, and then there were the locals and the town alcoholics. Like rooks, they tended to attract each other so that certain parts of the town were clusters of people with indistinct pronunciations and chinking shopping bags." Her tone is perfect for conveying the overcast stillness of the mudflats and my only reaction on finishing it was “damn, that was good.”

If only she could sustain such a voice… In spite of the disappointing nature of this collection, Karate Chop has some truly excellent stories that are well worth a read. I can’t recommend it overall unless you really enjoy slice-of-life. But I’m nevertheless anticipating the translations of some of her novels (she’s written five). Is she average with flashes of brilliance or is she in the process of cultivating a unique voice for herself? It could go either way but I await the answer with interest.

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Dorthe Nors har tidligere udgivet tre romaner, men denne novellesamling fra 2008 er mit første bekendtskab med hende. Historierne kredser om personer, der på den ene eller den anden måde er på kanten af tilværelsen. Måske har de oplevet en skilsmisse, en ubehagelig afsløring af deres forældres sædvanlighed eller været i kontakt med en voldelig og ubehagelig mand, men fælles for hovedpersonerne er en distance til omverdenen. Det kommer til udtryk i sparsom dialog, og vi møder hovedpersonen alene, mens baggrunden for tristessen afsløres i tilbageblik.

De femten historier i samlingen er kun 6-10 sider lange, så skal læseren fanges, skal han engageres i historierne fra starten. Et godt anslag i form af en interessant person, en spøjs episode eller et svært dilemma er afgørende, og det lykkes i nogle af novellerne. "Buddhisten" er en morsom satire over en mand, der kan bilde sig selv ind, at målet helliger midlerne. I titelnovellen møder vi Anne-Lise, der har en ubehagelig vane med at samle de forkerte mænd op. Hun ved godt, at det er skidt for hende, men netop fordi de betror hende sandheden på vej ind i forholdet, kan hun ikke vige tilbage. Og i den sidste novelle "Vadehavet" møder vi en ung pige, der er flyttet til Fanø med sin psykisk syge mor for at få luftforandring uden at problemerne bliver løst af den grund.

Tonen er i sagens natur melankolsk, og Dorthe Nors skriver udmærket. Under læsningen træder figurerne klart nok frem, men de fleste af historierne efterlod ikke mange spor hos mig. Dertil var de for korte, så problemstillingerne kun blev antydet. ( )