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Novels

My Novels

At two in the morning, Henrik Vold's phone rings with a boy who watches the ships load out by the cranes because the lights help. Henrik is fifty-four, a municipal lift repairman, a man who trusts machines because they complain in ways he understands. The call is a mistake...

At two in the morning, Henrik Vold's phone rings with a boy who watches the ships load out by the cranes because the lights help. Henrik is fifty-four, a municipal lift repairman, a man who trusts machines because they complain in ways he understands. The call is a mistake...

For thirty years, Henning has stood behind the bar of The Goat, a smoky bodega in the corner of Copenhagen the city is leaving behind. He has the beer poured before a man reaches his stool. He knows what each of them drinks, and he never asks where any of...

For thirty years, Henning has stood behind the bar of The Goat, a smoky bodega in the corner of Copenhagen the city is leaving behind. He has the beer poured before a man reaches his stool. He knows what each of them drinks, and he never asks where any of...

A grieving Danish historian arrives in a small Swedish town to catalogue an archive. What she finds instead is a voice.
Margrete Bilde, sixty-one, has come north after her husband’s death, carrying her professional distance like armour. In the uncatalogued boxes of a parish library, she discovers 18 sheets...

A grieving Danish historian arrives in a small Swedish town to catalogue an archive. What she finds instead is a voice.
Margrete Bilde, sixty-one, has come north after her husband’s death, carrying her professional distance like armour. In the uncatalogued boxes of a parish library, she discovers 18 sheets...

Hanne Lindhardt has not left her apartment in three years. From the third floor of a building on Strandgade, she watches the Copenhagen harbor and translates Russian poetry, the work she has done for half a century. Her groceries come by delivery. Her oldest friend comes on Thursdays. The world outside...

Hanne Lindhardt has not left her apartment in three years. From the third floor of a building on Strandgade, she watches the Copenhagen harbor and translates Russian poetry, the work she has done for half a century. Her groceries come by delivery. Her oldest friend comes on Thursdays. The world outside...

Amie is a speech pathologist who teaches children to name their feelings. She has never been able to name her own. Mike is a photographer who sees people more clearly through a lens than he does across a kitchen table. He has spent twelve years in therapy learning not to...

Amie is a speech pathologist who teaches children to name their feelings. She has never been able to name her own. Mike is a photographer who sees people more clearly through a lens than he does across a kitchen table. He has spent twelve years in therapy learning not to...

Eli Kaplan is seventy-two years old, living alone in a duplex in St. Paul, and he has just published a novel that knows something it shouldn't.
Told in reverse, from the quiet discipline of old age back through the collapse of a marriage, a breakdown that left doctors with no explanation...

Eli Kaplan is seventy-two years old, living alone in a duplex in St. Paul, and he has just published a novel that knows something it shouldn't.
Told in reverse, from the quiet discipline of old age back through the collapse of a marriage, a breakdown that left doctors with no explanation...

Henrik is fifty-nine. Every morning he turns the key twice, pushes the swollen door with his shoulder, and reaches for the brass lamp above the counter. The green glass shade throws its circle of light across the wood. The space heater ticks on. The dachshund finds his cushion. The parrot...

Henrik is fifty-nine. Every morning he turns the key twice, pushes the swollen door with his shoulder, and reaches for the brass lamp above the counter. The green glass shade throws its circle of light across the wood. The space heater ticks on. The dachshund finds his cushion. The parrot...

When Marianne, a retired doctor of sixty, returns to her dead mother’s house in a small town on the Danish Limfjord, she expects to sort through a life and leave. Instead she finds a box of letters in the attic, decades of correspondence from the women of the town, each...

When Marianne, a retired doctor of sixty, returns to her dead mother’s house in a small town on the Danish Limfjord, she expects to sort through a life and leave. Instead she finds a box of letters in the attic, decades of correspondence from the women of the town, each...

For thirty-one years, Lone Krogh has stood at the head of a jet bridge in Copenhagen and read the faces going by, watching, as she puts it, for the trouble that has not yet declared itself. Three weeks before the airline retires her, the fortieth passenger to the evening flight...

For thirty-one years, Lone Krogh has stood at the head of a jet bridge in Copenhagen and read the faces going by, watching, as she puts it, for the trouble that has not yet declared itself. Three weeks before the airline retires her, the fortieth passenger to the evening flight...

At sixty-four, Ruth Taylor has begun, perhaps without noticing, to become good at being in a day without anyone knowing she was there.
One morning, she holds her hand up to the light and can see through it.
Invisible is the unsentimental story of a woman fading from the world...

At sixty-four, Ruth Taylor has begun, perhaps without noticing, to become good at being in a day without anyone knowing she was there.
One morning, she holds her hand up to the light and can see through it.
Invisible is the unsentimental story of a woman fading from the world...

Something is being handed over, and almost no one has noticed.
It is 2026 in Berkeley, and the machines have quietly taken over the work of thinking. A colleague's best idea came from a chatbot and she cannot tell the difference. A young woman at the next table is in love...

Something is being handed over, and almost no one has noticed.
It is 2026 in Berkeley, and the machines have quietly taken over the work of thinking. A colleague's best idea came from a chatbot and she cannot tell the difference. A young woman at the next table is in love...

In June 2021, Arthur Holm, a forty-four-year-old psychiatrist with a practice in Marin County and a marriage that ended quietly years before, walks away from his life and sits down on a bench in Berkeley's Civic Center. He does not lose his mind. He does not hit bottom. He chooses.

In June 2021, Arthur Holm, a forty-four-year-old psychiatrist with a practice in Marin County and a marriage that ended quietly years before, walks away from his life and sits down on a bench in Berkeley's Civic Center. He does not lose his mind. He does not hit bottom. He chooses.

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