
Pär Lagerkvist won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1951
Translated from the Swedish by Alexandra Dick
Regular readers of my blog may remember the wonderful post, Recommendations from a non-blogger, written by Heidi. In the post Heidi recommended The Dwarf by Pär Lagerkvist, which I have never seen mentioned in the blogging world, so was keen to give it a try.
The Dwarf is set in an Italian City during the Renaissance. The central character is just 26 inches high and is a servant to the Prince. The story follows them as they are drawn in to war and have to deal with death, disease and betrayal.
The Dwarf is probably the most miserable, bitter and twisted character I have ever read about. He seems to be dissatisfied with every aspect of his life – his anger bubbling through onto every page.
It is my fate that I hate my own people. My race is detestable to me. But I hate myself too. I eat my own splenetic flesh. I drink my own poisoned blood.
This made it very different from any other book I’ve read. His bleak outlook on the world meant that he was a very hard character to like and I had little sympathy for him, but despite this I was fascinated by his story. I loved the historical detail about life in an Italian court and found the attitudes of the people really interesting.
This is a quick, easy book to read, but it is packed with messages about the nature of society and the evil that is lurking within us all.
Recommended.
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Have you read any books written by Pär Lagerkvist?








