Adda Djørup
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Adda Djørup (née en 1972) a commencé son parcours d’écrivain en 2005 avec une collection de poèmes intitulée Monsieurs monologer. Son œuvre évoque les thèmes de notre existence ; une note d’humour et une touche philosophique définissent son style littéraire. Ses trois publications ont été bien reçues par les critiques danois. Artiste polyvalente, elle a récemment travaillé sur le texte d’un libretto pour l’opéra.

Adda Djørup, qui a vécu à Madrid et à Florence, est maintenant de retour à Copenhague. Elle a un diplôme de littérature et a reçu en 2007 un prix du Danish Arts Council. Elle a un enfant.

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Jenny Thor

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  • Albania: Botimet Max
  • Bulgaria: Balkani Publishing House
  • Hungary: Holnap
  • North Macedonia: Ars Lamina
  • Poland: Burszta Artur
  • Serbia: Karpos



Translated by Walton Glyn Jones

The country lay bathed in sunshine. Undulating meadows, grazing cows and green deciduous trees frothing vigorously to the sky displayed their charm along their route. They stopped at a stall selling peas and berries by a picnic area on the edge of the forest, one of those small unattended stalls where you simply put your money in the kitty and in addition to the deal can delight in the sense of your own unforced honesty. Emma was perfectly well aware that Dagny Dombernovsky would not have been keen on a funeral cortege that turned up bearing three punnets of strawberries and a bag of peas, but never mind. Inga and John sat in the back commenting on what they saw and dropping the emptied peapods out of the window one by one. What was there really to get upset about? Jesper Espersen the undertaker’s office door was locked, although according to the notice showing the opening hours it should have been open. They asked the taxi to wait and went round the back to look for some member of the staff. They found a courtyard in which a shiny hearse was parked rather casually. Alongside the wall there was a row of well-tended evergreen potted plants. After knocking on doors and windows and shouting hello, they settled down on the benches and attracted the attentions of an affectionate cat that took a fancy to John and in the most cat-like manner rubbed against his legs and finally settled down at his feet, good heavens. Inga caught sight of a garden hose hanging on the wall. She took a punnet of strawberries and carefully washed the fruit. Back at the table she offered one to Emma and John in turn, taking every third one herself. Thus sat the strawberry eaters, each in convenient silence. Emma started to feel quite at ease. For a long time – watching a swallow darting back and forth between the rafters and the blue sky that puffed itself up more and more – she even forgot why she was sitting there. Jesper Espersen turned up about eleven o’clock on his bicycle with a bag of goodies from the baker on his carrier. He had his jacket slung over his shoulders and the dreadful tie sticking up out of his back pocket. Swinging his legs nimbly over the bicycle, he dismounted and said hello. Not with a single word did he refer to the fact that this was neither the day nor the time they had agreed, but he accepted a strawberry and invited them inside. They politely refused and he dodged inside himself to fetch the urn and a couple of papers that had to be signed.

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