Jens Christian Grøndahl

De Deense schrijver Jens Christian Grøndahl werd geboren in Lyngby op 9 november 1959. Grøndahl studeerde filosofie van 1977 tot 1979. Zijn eerste boek, het realistisch geschreven “Kvinden i midten”, verscheen in 1985. Daarna volgden met regelmatige intervallen een vijftiental andere romans. Hij schreef daarnaast echter ook essays, toneelstukken en teksten voor de radio. Liefde, en de relaties van moderne koppels, vormen de leidende thema’s in zijn werk, dat in binnen- en buitenland werd genomineerd voor, en bekroond met verschillende literaire prijzen. Zo ontving hij onder meer De Gyldne Laurbær voor zijn roman “Lucca” (in 1999) en stond hij met zijn boek “An altered light” in 2006 op de shortlist voor de International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award.

Uit:An Altered Light (Vertaald door Anne Born)

“The tree trunks move in time with the rhythm of her rubber soles on the wet path, where the air is still cool after the night rain. The woodland floor is white with anemones; in one place, growing close to the roots of an ancient tree, they make her think of an old, wrinkled hand. She could go on and on without getting tired, without meeting anyone or thinking of anything in particular, and without coming to the edge of the woods. As if the town did not begin just behind the trees, the leafy suburb with its peaceful roads and its houses hidden behind close-trimmed hedges. She doesn’t want to think about anything, and almost succeeds; her body is no more than a porous, pulsating machine. The sun breaks through the clouds as she runs back, its light diffused on the gravel drive and the magnolia in front of the kitchen window. His car is no longer parked beside hers, he must have left while she was in the woods.
He hadn’t stirred when she rose, and she’d already been in bed when he came home late last night. She lay with her back turned, eyes closed, as he undressed, taking care not to wake her. She leans against one of the pillars of the garage and stretches, before emptying the mailbox and letting herself into the house. She puts the mail on the kitchen table. The little light on the coffeemaker is on; she switches it off. Not so long ago, she would have felt a stab of irritation or a touch of tenderness, depending on her mood. He always forgets to turn off that machine. She puts the kettle on, sprinkles tea leaves into the pot, and goes over to the kitchen window. She observes the magnolia blossoms, already starting to open. They’ll have to talk about it, of course, but neither of them seems able to find the right words, the right moment.”

Jens Christian Grøndahl (Lyngby, 9 november 1959)