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Leena Krohn

Autor/a de Tainaron: Mail from Another City

42+ obres 1,118 Membres 16 Ressenyes 19 preferits

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Obres de Leena Krohn

Tainaron: Mail from Another City (1985) 267 exemplars
Datura (2001) 103 exemplars
Unelmakuolema (2004) 52 exemplars
Umbra (1990) 47 exemplars
Pereat Mundus (1998) 45 exemplars
Valeikkuna (2009) 24 exemplars
Ettei etäisyys ikävöisi (1995) 24 exemplars
Kad[o]tus (2018) 23 exemplars
OOFIRIN KULTAA (1987) 20 exemplars
Salaisuuksia (1992) 18 exemplars
Rapina ja muita papereita (1989) 18 exemplars
Sfinksi vai robotti (1999) 15 exemplars
Kertomuksia (1976) 14 exemplars
Erehdys (2015) 11 exemplars
Kotini on Riioraa (2008) 7 exemplars
Näkki : kertomus vesirajasta (1979) 5 exemplars
Sydänpuu (1984) 4 exemplars
Vihreä vallankumous (1970) — Autor — 3 exemplars
Auringon lapsia (2011) 2 exemplars
Mitä en koskaan oppinut (2021) 2 exemplars
Elävänä Bulevardilla (1994) 1 exemplars
Kirje Buddhalle ja muillekin (2016) 1 exemplars

Obres associades

The Weird: A Compendium of Strange and Dark Stories (2011) — Col·laborador — 823 exemplars
The New Weird (2008) — Col·laborador — 521 exemplars
The Big Book of Science Fiction (2016) — Col·laborador — 417 exemplars
Sisters of the Revolution: A Feminist Speculative Fiction Anthology (2015) — Col·laborador — 298 exemplars
The Big Book of Modern Fantasy (2020) — Col·laborador — 108 exemplars
ODD? (2011) — Col·laborador — 22 exemplars
Conjunctions: 67, Other Aliens (2016) — Col·laborador — 14 exemplars


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What a delightful slow burn of a novel. It's brief (~200 pages) and told in blinks of connected stories (~2-3 pages each). It's a quiet story of slipping outside consensus reality, with each story chipping away at our narrator's mental state. The cover name-checks Kafka (maybe I should read more Kafka), but I noticed more [b:The Third Policeman|27208|The Third Policeman|Flann O'Brien||3359269]'s bizarre yet satisfying alternate-world rules, [b:Little, Big|90619|Little, Big|John Crowley||518635]'s encouraging smile, a lower-key deprogramming ala [a:Grant Morrison|12732|Grant Morrison|]'s The Invisibles, or even the quiet [a:Gene Wolfe|23069|Gene Wolfe|] narrator who accrues a web of clues which point...somewhere?

In a calm and simple manner, it suggests that we all hoodwink each other into the "delusion we all share" from the book's subtitle. It invites us to let go of our stranglehold on who we think we are, to take a chance and step outside the cage of our performative proscribed identities. And all this without coming across pretentious or preachy. It's not the pink collage grenade of The Invisibles--it's closer to the all-pervading "rotting honey" smell from [a:Jeff VanderMeer|33919|Jeff VanderMeer|]'s Southern Reach.

An easy read with disturbing implications.
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grahzny | Hi ha 6 ressenyes més | Jul 17, 2023 |
Thirty letters sent to an old lover by a rather foolish woman who has come to live in a city of insects for reasons she has forgotten. As with most epistolary works, it takes a while to build. Several letters in the middle to end begin to suggest larger themes. However, full enlightenment never really seems to dawn on the protagonist (although there are hints here and there that she is either changing or losing her mind), so the end, which is undoubtedly the right one, seems unsupported by what has gone before. Loved Longhorn though. 3.5 stars.… (més)
amyotheramy | Hi ha 4 ressenyes més | May 11, 2021 |
This is what I think I've learned: reality is nothing more than a working hypothesis. It is an agreement that we don't realize we've made. It's a delusion we all see. Yet it's a shared, necessary illusion, the end product of our intelligence, imagination, and senses, the basis of our health and ability to function, our truth.

Hold on to it. It's all--or nearly all--that you have. Try to set outside of it and your life will change irreversibly, assuming you survive at all.
The truth is always shared. A reality that belongs to only one person isn't real.

I think my poor reaction to this one is largely due to poor advertising. The author won the World Fantasy award for [b:Tainaron: Mail from Another City|1428609|Tainaron Mail from Another City|Leena Krohn||1419102], and people who write about oversized insects are automatically compared to Kafka, so her books are being sold as fantasy or New Weird or surreal. This book is not any of those things, which is what I actually wanted. Also, the story has next to nothing to do with the Voynich Manuscript, even though the publisher's blurb implies it plays an important part in the tale (which I also wanted).

What this book actually is is a very lovely drawing of a mind unraveling as the narrator succumbs to datura poisoning, and also a very nice ramble through epistemology, told through the narrator's notes from the time, which she gives to an unnamed 'you'. (Authors do this to pull the reader in, to make them a character in the story, but I rarely find it effective. I always spend all my time trying to figure out who the 'you' is supposed to be in relation to the narrator. In this case, 'a close friend' is all the more detail we get. And of course given the narrator's state, a close friend who may or may not be a figment of her imagination.)

Krohn is a wonderful writer. I very much enjoy her prose and her philosophical vignettes, and as with Tainaron, I found myself wondering if the original Finnish does not somehow convey more of an uncanny sense than English is conveying. Nonetheless, the story is straight up realism. Just a few pages in, the narrator begins consuming the seeds of the moonflower her sister gives her for her birthday to help combat her severe asthma. The story unfolds inevitably from there. (The chilling thing about the tale is really how easily I could see any number of people I know doing the exact same thing.)

I liked this one better than Tainaron (the narrator is not an insufferable woman-child, but rather an adult struggling with illness and reality). Still, I am waiting for the story from this author that really wows me. And I really wish this had been fantasy. And had involved the Voynich Manuscript.

Final verdict: Don't sprinkle seeds from strange plants on your sandwich, people. (At least check the internet first!)

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amyotheramy | Hi ha 6 ressenyes més | May 11, 2021 |
First, the copy I have is of a small hardback book that’s a delight to hold with an eye-catching slip cover, and drawings dotted throughout; a fast read at only 124 pages. The story from this Finnish prize-winning author is a fantasy told in a series of letters written by a foreign visitor and sent from an insect city. There’s no plot. We never know the recipient of these letters and only get to know the writer obliquely. I’ve heard the character writing the letters is female, but I never picked up on that and saw the letter writer as male, lost and adrift, having travelled to Tainaron seeking a promise that may never be fulfilled unless it’s found within. The most obvious nuance is one of change. There’s something visceral in the narrative, making this a book with an amorphous emotional impact. I’m sure many will find this nonsensical, bizarre, maybe pointless, yet there’s something memorable and almost poetic about the book. And, like a poem, will have significance for some, be meaningless to others.… (més)
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SharonMariaBidwell | Hi ha 4 ressenyes més | Jun 16, 2020 |



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