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ISBN13: 9781555974701 |
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As a 67-year-old, Trond moves to an isolated part of Norway to live out the rest of
his life quietly. After meeting his closest neighbor, he is forced to
confront things from his youth that he'd spent years avoiding. Petterson writes
beautifully of inner and outer struggles, of confusion, pain, and paths we
can choose to go down or not. While Trond's voice is very matter-of-fact
and Petterson is straightforward in his telling, there are layers that
continue to be pulled back until the last page. This story is
specific to time and place, but it is also an everyman's tale of love,
death, loss, and time continuing on.
Recommended by Brodie, Powells.com
How we translate our past actions and experiences is at least as important as those actions and experiences themselves. Out Stealing Horses, itself superbly translated from the Norwegian, follows the arc of Trond Sander's life as he reflects during a quiet retirement on the violent summer that marked his coming of age. Forced to confront a long-avoided past, he finally deliberates on the adolescent loss, aching beauty, and harrowing grief that underpinned his adulthood. With finely drawn characters, a stark natural setting, and haunting minimalist prose, this quiet, powerful, and spare novel of acceptance is a meditative tale for all.
Recommended by Jason W., Powells.com
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"It's a masculine and spare story, and Petterson tells it in sentences stripped of emotion and literary pretense....The style befits not only the stark Norwegian landscape, but it's perfectly befitting a man as emotionally distant as Trond." Peter Martin, Esquire (read the entire Esquire review)
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Publisher Comments:
We were going out stealing horses. That was what he said, standing at the door to the cabin where I was spending the summer with my father. I was fifteen. It was 1948 and one of the first days of July.
Trond's friend Jon often appeared at his doorstep with an adventure in mind for the two of them. But this morning was different. What began as a joy ride on "borrowed" horses ends with Jon falling into a strange trance of grief. Trond soon learns what befell Jon earlier that day — an incident that marks the beginning of a series of vital losses for both boys.
Set in the easternmost region of Norway, Out Stealing Horses begins with an ending. Sixty-seven-year-old Trond has settled into a rustic cabin in an isolated area to live the rest of his life with a quiet deliberation. A meeting with his only neighbor, however, forces him to reflect on that fateful summer.
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mgreiner, April 14, 2008 (view all comments by mgreiner)
Although I had a negative reaction to the title, the review I read was intriguing. How glad I am that I didn't judge this book "by the cover." Petterson tells an engaging story, from the point of view of an older Trond and his young self. Most of the action occurs in a rural Norway, and is a mix of tragic, heroic, amusing, and romantic moments. Well worth the time to read this short and engaging novel.





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reader 1950, January 19, 2008 (view all comments by reader 1950)
I found this book satisfying, pleasurable, and memorable. Its style, story, atmosphere, and authenticity are strong.





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moon, October 5, 2007 (view all comments by moon)
This is a wonderful book....will take you to a place you have never been!
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Product Details
- ISBN:
- 9781555974701
- Subtitle:
- A Novel
- Author:
- Author:
- Translator:
- Born, Anne
- Publisher:
- Graywolf Press
- Subject:
- Literary
- Subject:
- Social isolation
- Subject:
- Norway
- Subject:
- General Fiction
- Copyright:
- 2007
- Edition Number:
- 1st U.S. ed.
- Publication Date:
- April 17, 2007
- Binding:
- HC
- Language:
- English
- Pages:
- 250
- Dimensions:
- 8.68x5.50x.97 in. .94 lbs.










