Tag Archives: Stig Dagerman

On Seeking And Offering Refuge

  Flykten valde oss Fågeln väljer flykten. Vi valde den icke. Flykten valde oss. Därför är vi här. Ni som ej blev valda – men ändå frihet äger, hjälp oss att bära den tunga flykt vi bär! Bojan väljer foten. Vi … Continue reading

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CRITIC’S BEST BOOK PICK 2014: Dagerman’s Short Fiction

Swedish book critic Stina Otterberg picks NATTENS LEKAR  Collected short fiction by Stig Dagerman, preface by Colm Toíbín (Norstedts, 2014). DN.se 12/13/14 DAGERMAN’S RESISTANCE OFFERS CONSOLATION Review (excerpt translated by Lo Dagerman), DN.se 12/6/14 In these days of Nazi-flavored racism … Continue reading

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To Stig’s Memory Nov 4, 2014

by Lo Dagerman – preface to Chilean Mar y Tierra’s anniversary publication. Everything significant that I experience, all that fills my life with a sense of wonder—meeting with a lover, a caress on my skin, help in distress, eyes reflecting … Continue reading

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Anita on Stig

I got to know Stig in 1947 when his first drama The Condemned was being staged at the Dramatic Theater in Stockholm. He actively participated in rehearsals and spent a lot of time at the theater and we, who rehearsed … Continue reading

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Stig’s Christmas Message

Don’t believe in stars. Stars are distant things, that don’t dispel the darkness over any Bethlehem. They were not lit for us. They burn for themselves. For people, eyes shine bright. Let us follow them. Don’t believe in kings. They … Continue reading

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Should we care when guilty people suffer?

“…we have to protect the value of ….respect for the individual even when the individual has forfeited our sympathy and compassion … to protect the capacity to feel in the face of suffering whether that suffering may be deserved or … Continue reading

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“She came to the farm and bore me … and then vanished.”

October 5 – Stig’s birthday. A hectic day on his paternal grandparents’ small farm, because it was in the middle of the potato harvest. And here was this girl from one of the towns up north, pregnant by one of … Continue reading

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