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The Death of a Beekeeper: Novel
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Product Details
Author:
Lars Gustafsson
Format:
Paperback
Pages:
176
Publisher:
New Directions (November 17, 1981)
Language:
English
Audience:
General/trade
ISBN-13:
9780811208109
ISBN-10:
0811208109
Weight:
6.8oz
Dimensions:
5.2" x 8" x 0.6"
File:
-NortonNorton_060626-20260607-a.xml
List Price:
$14.95
Case Pack:
64
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Publisher Identifier:
P-WWN
Discount Code:
B
Pub Discount:
65
Imprint:
New Directions
Overview
In the beginning of the winter thaw, Lars Lennart Westin has learned that he has cancer and will not live through spring. Told through the journals of this schoolteacher turned apiarist, The Death of a Beekeeper, is his gentle, courageous, and sometimes comic meditation on living with pain. Westin has refused to surrender the time left him to the impersonation of a hospital, preferring to take his fate upon himself, to continue solitary, reflective life in the Swedish countryside. "I took little walks and noticed that in the last months the pain had actually colored the landscape in a peculiar way. Here and there is a tree where it really hurt, here and there is a fence against whose post I struck my hand in passing." His inner landscape is also re-forming: "This constant concern with an indefinite dangerous secret in one’s own body, this feeling that some dramatic change is taking place, without one’s being able to have any clarity about what really is... reminds me of prepuberty. I even recognize this gentle feeling of shame again." The relentlessly intimate burning in his gut provides a point of psychic detachment, rendering his survival "a unique art form whose level of difficulty is so high that no one exists who can practice it.” Yet he insists, "We begin again. We never give up."








