Weekdays. Yesterdays. Laters. Presents. Life. Living. Ageing. Death. Life and death and life again. The memories.
The road. The ageing. The halting. The body and soul. House and home. Work. The wine. The wind. The car-driving. The walking. The country.
The sickness. The here and not there. The moments lived and the moments still left. The cranes. The love. The company. The loneliness. The emptiness.
Weekdays. Those that were. Those that are. Those to come. She, who was there. All that was and isn’t anymore.
Weekdays is a collection of excerpts from Ulf Lundell’s personal diary. Music, family life, writing, nature, politics, health, and society: he observes it all in the present, and looks back at even more in the past.
“[Ulf Lundell] has written one of his best books. /…/ Since the world has gotten a little crazier lately, and our country is drifting towards political disaster, it’s now more liberating than ever to read Lundell.”
“Weekdays is surprisingly striking. Full of vulnerability and great sincerity, Ulf Lundell tells us about his life, the lives of others, and our common one, in a way that might well aspire to become a story for this generation.”
“Lundell is eloquent, sometimes blunt, not seldom entertaining, and often enough so utterly perceptive that you don’t lose interest.”
“I read [it] in one sitting and almost feel hypnotized; I take notes and I underline…”
“With Weekdays, Ulf Lundell has done something as unique as writing another generational novel. /…/ The temper, the humor, the astuteness, the personal shortcomings, the self-irony, the insight, the human experience, the sense of class, the language – or rather the sound – yes, it all deserves to be recognized with something like an August nomination or the Ivar Lo award.”
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