Falling in love

When asked by a child how do people fall in love, this was Jeanette Winterson’s response:

You don’t fall in love like you fall in a hole. You fall like falling through space. It’s like you jump off your own private planet to visit someone else’s planet. And when you get there it all looks different: the flowers, the animals, the colors people wear. It is a big surprise falling in love because you thought you had everything just right on your own planet, and that was true, in a way, but then somebody signaled to you across space and the only way you could visit was to take a giant jump. Away you go, falling into someone else’s orbit and after a while you might decide to pull your two planets together and call it home. And you can bring your dog. Or your cat. Your goldfish, hamster, collection of stones, all your odd socks. (The ones you lost, including the holes, are on the new planet you found.) And you can bring your friends to visit. And read your favourite stories to each other. And the falling was really the big jump that you had to make to be with someone you don’t want to be without. That’s it.

PS You have to be brave.

Jon Kalman Stefansson

Last summer I came over an Icelandic writer who, in my humble opinion, deserves more attention: Jon Kalman Stefansson. I read his book “Heaven and Hell” (“Himnaríki og helvíti”): a dark and gloomy tale of fishermen in a small, poor fishingvillage in wintery Iceland. Their lives and loves. All written in a sober, almost poetic style that went straight into my backbone.

Maybe not a good read in dark winterdays if you’re feeling a bit depressed already, but certainly not to be missed!