It’s easy to allow one’s world to get smaller, when one is overwhelmed by some of the sadness and struggle in this world; the opposite is also true, that it’s easy to expand your world under the same set of circumstances.
A random spark, like this desk calendar by a Toronto artist (each month with a quotation from the work of an author associated with this city and printed on 100% recycled paper with VOC-free inks), coupled with access to a public library, can open my world just a little wider.
This month I turned to Tove Ditlevsen’s Childhood (1967; Trans. Tiina Nunnally, 2019), the first volume in the Copenhagen trilogy. And to Mark Raso’s film Copenhagen (2014) starring Gethin Anthony and Frederikke Dahl Hansen. So I travel to Denmark through the window of a printed page.
Ditlevsen’s book sounds like something that should be the size of a Proust volume, but she has squeezed her childhood into fewer than one hundred pages. And she never leaves Copenhagen. Indeed, much of the story (too much, she might argue, as she feels increasingly confined) unfolds in her family’s two-room apartment in Vesterbro in Copenhagen at Hedebygade 30A.
Her parents met when her mother was sixteen, a salesgirl in a bakery on Tordenskjoldsgade, and her father was twenty-six and visited the bakery. Her father had been in the city for ten years prior, but nothing was said about these years. This sense of unknowing suits the story: “I know every person has their own truth just as every child has their own childhood.”
Tove doesn’t fit. “I know it’s terrible not to be normal, and I have my own troubles trying to pretend that I am.” She is a poet, driven to write without encouragement at this stage in her life.
When she discovers the public library, she discovers a world that she hadn’t known existed: “My mother thinks that I’ll get even stranger from reading books that are written for adults; and my father, who doesn’t agree, doesn’t say anything since I come under my mother’s authority and in crucial matters he doesn’t dare go against the world order. So for the first time I set foot in a library, and I’m speechless with confusion at seeing so many books collected in one place.”
This kind of existence isn’t unique to Copenhagen, of course, but Tove’s explorations are more psychological than geographical at this point in her life (at least, at this point in her reflection on these earlier years of her life). She is more concerned with navigating the territory of relationships, in moving towards independence, than in the route she might take in the wider world.
She has so many questions and although the language is spare and sharp there is a lot of confusion simmering beneath, the ordinary confusion which surrounds one’s quest to find one’s place in the world. She wonders: “It’s so strange that my mother has never discovered when I’m lying. On the other hand, she almost never believes the truth. I think that much of my childhood is spent trying to figure out her personality, and yet she continues to be just as mysterious and disturbing.”
Quite a jump to Mark Raso’s film Copenhagen (2014) in some ways, with its contemporary setting. The illustration on the Ditlevsen/Nunnally volume is a black and white photograph, whereas the movie poster is full colour, but the film, too, is also about the ways in which we mature (and do not), about how we face not knowing (and cope with knowing things we would rather not).
Neither Gethin Anthony nor Frederikke Dahl Hansen is a fully developed character at the beginning of the film. He – because he has come to Denmark in the wake of his father’s death, to search for his grandfather (who was largely absent from his son’s life and totally absent from his grandson’s life). And she is younger than she appears to be.
The city, however, is on full display, past and present. The mermaid statue at the harbour is there and Tivoli (which was built in 1843 – perhaps a later volume of Tove’s story will include a visit!) and there are so many bicycles. Very early in the film there is a shot which seems to mimic the page in my calendar which inspired this pair of stories.
Because William is visiting Denmark and does not speak the language, he simply goes where he is told to go (and says what he is told to say, which often leads to complications, because his language coach has a twisted sense of humour). But there is a great deal of contemporary life as well (e.g. office spaces, apartments, public buildings, houses, courtyards, nightclubs, cafes).
As with Tove Ditlevsen’s autobiographical fiction, Mark Raso’s film is also about finding oneself inside one’s heart rather than finding oneself on a map. It wasn’t hard to spot aspects of my own self in these stories – the importance of books and stories, the questions which surround absent family members – and it made me eager to see which city I’ll be exploring in February.
I love these kind of reading projects! They are proper adventures. 😀 Have you read Smilla’s Sense of Snow? It’s the only one of the books I’ve read that is situated in Copenhagen. I mean the only one I can think of right now..
To echo everyone else, I love the artwork on your calendar and I love this idea. I’m dying to know what’s coming in February. Do you look ahead, or leave it as a surprise? I suppose you have to plan what you’ll read…
About halfway through January, I looked to see what I’d need for February, in case I needed to make any library requests. And maybe I did need to. Or, maybe I didn’t. looks mysterious LOL
The illustration in your calender is off Nyhavn (New harbour), which is another classical spot in Copenhagen, I wouldn’t be surprised if it too was in the film. I reads some of Ditlevsen’s poetry last year but still haven’t gotten around to her memoirs.
Thank you for saying so: yes, I thought that I did see the same streetscape in the film (but then wondered if maybe it wasn’t wishful seeing on my part LOL). I hope you enjoy the memoirs whenever you get to them!
I was also in Copenhagen this January via The Tenant by Kate Eisenberg. Good mystery and I especially liked how she described so many places around town. I was in Copenhagen several years ago and would love to go back one day. I love your calendar. The illustration is so pretty.
Thanks, Iliana – it’s very cheerful. Did you see the Mermaid statue? (It was in the movie, but in the dark, literally.) I’d like to read more mysteries this year and I know you’ve always got some good ones in mind!
Good post! I’ve been in Nigeria and around the world with a runner this year so far, in my reading!
Around the world in 300 pages or so? 🙂 Puts Jules Verne to shame.
I have nothing Copenhagen-ish to offer but to say that I love the artwork on your calendar. This month my world opened up to the South Seas of the early twentieth century on a merchant sailing ship, courtesy of Marina Endicott’s The Difference.
It’s so cheerful, isn’t it? What did you think of the new Endicott? I’ve not gotten to it yet…but I will…I appreciate her way of looking at the world.
Oh your calendar inspired reading project is off to a great start! Both of these sound great.
It’s been fun so far! (And because initially I thought ‘Norway’ rather than ‘Denmark’, I also have a nice little shortlist of Norwegian options for some other time. chuckles at self
Such a great idea for a reading project! I’d already added Tove Ditlevsen’s trilogy to my list but haven’t yet got around to buying it. Do you think you’ll read the next two volumes?
If there is as much about reading/writing in the other volumes, I’ll be more likely to read on. But it’s not as though anything about this volume has put me off, only that there are so many other authors/books I’m keenly interested in, y’know?
I have the Ditlevsen books lurking and I must admit I do like the sound of them very much. Interesting the comment you make about Proust – perhaps a woman would write her life more economically than a man…. ;D
Not knowing much about Proust, I have the feeling that he was more comfortable wandering the streets of Paris, whereas Tove is mostly living in two rooms…maybe that makes for a more concise perspective too?
A couple of years ago, I read Early Spring by Tove Ditlevsen which is the first two volumes of her autobiography now re-issued in three volumes. I was impressed by the young Tove’s yearning to keep writing, her love of the library was a delight.
That edition is in our library system too (and, conveniently, in considerably less demand these days) but just a single copy. If there is a lot more about her writing in the second volume, I would be more inclined to read on. Those bookish bits were definitely my favourite part overall!