ALSO BY HENNING MANKELL
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I TA L I A N S H O E S
THE NEW PRESS
N E W YO R K
L O N D O N
© by Henning Mankell
English translation © by Laurie Thompson All rights reserved.
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Published in Great Britain by Harvill Secker, London, 2009
Published in the United States by The New Press, New York, 2009
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library of congress cataloging-in-publication data Mankell, Henning, 1948–
[Italienska skor. English]
Italian shoes / Henning Mankell ; translated from the Swedish by Laurie Thompson.
p. cm.
“First published as Italienska Skor by Leopard förlag, Stockholm, 2006. ”
ISBN 978-1-59558-436-6 (alk. paper)
I. Title.
PT9876. 23. A49I8313 2009
839.
7'374--dc222008054518
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When the shoe fits, you don’t think about the foot.
Chuang Chou
There are two sorts of truth: trivialities, where the opposite is obviously impossible, and deep truths, which are characterised by their opposite also being a deep truth.
Niels Bohr
Love is a gentle hand which slowly pushes fate to one side.
Sigfrid Siwertz
C O N T E N TS
First Movement: Ice
Second Movement: The Forest
Third Movement: The Sea
Fourth Movement: Winter Solstice
I always feel more lonely when it’s cold.
The cold outside my window reminds me of the cold emanating from my own body. I’m being attacked from two directions. But I’m constantly resisting. That’s why I cut a hole in the ice every morning.
If anyone were to stand with a telescope on the ice in the frozen bay and saw what I was doing, he would think that I was crazy and was about to arrange my own death. A naked man in the freezing cold, with an axe in his hand, opening up a hole in the ice?
I suppose, really, that I hope there will be somebody out there one of these days, a black shadow against all the white – somebody who sees me and wonders if he’d be able to stop me before it was too late.