The History of Danish Dreams by Peter Høeg

The History of Danish Dreams Reviews

• 
  Debbie Zapata

  I've read and enjoyed two others by this author, but this book (his first) defeated me in many ways. I was intrigued at the beginning, lost focus in the middle, and just wanted it over by the end.
  
  Too befuddled to say more. I usually need two readings to really 'get' what he is talking about anyway, but I don't think I have the energy to face this one again.
• 
  Kelly

  It isn't the fault of this book. I've just read all this before- depths of European mourning of the past, the freezing of the present, the absurdities that go along with ancient cultures. I only got to the first two chapters and I didn't feel that I needed to go any farther. The first chapter was a straightforward metaphor with one or two grotesque images and nothing surprised me in the second.
  
  Just read Gormenghast instead. You'll get the same message, less nationally specific, and with even more grotesquely fascinating imagery to go along with it.
• 
  Norah Una Sumner

  worst experience of my life
  
  
  
  if it wasn't for maria (and the fact that i need this for my final literature exam) i would've smacked my lit professor with this by now and demand to get a refund. i want these ten days of pushing myself to finish this back... seriously.
  
  
• 
  Sarah

  This book has been called "The Danish Gormenghast," which intrigued me. I love Denmark. I love
  Gormenghast. Sign me up!
  
  It started strong. The opening stories had a fairy-tale quality that felt very much like a journey through a nation's collective unconscious. To my delight, there were echoes of Andersen. And it was because of Andersen's influence that I gave Høeg the benefit of the doubt when he started talking shit about spoiled princesses...which segued into talking shit about eating disorders...which segued into the same old, same old about sexual abandon being the true mark of goodness and authenticity in a woman, at which point the book had become just a boring story about a boy going off to school, and if you want to know what happens in the last 50 pages, you'll just have to ask someone else.
  
  (So I guess it's the Danish
  Titus Alone.)
• 
  Akira Watts

  I know Høeg only through Smilla's Sense of Snow, an entertaining and well done work that never exactly blew me away. This book, though, blew away. It feels like Calvino or Marquez mixed with something not at all like either.
  
  The writing is stunning and surreal and Høeg plays game after game with the reader's expectations. It moves from fairytale to a weird Danish Gatsby to a piercing psychological study and back. And in the end, it is deeply moving.
  
  I pretty clearly need to reevaluate my opinion of Høeg, based on this. The man can fucking write, that's for sure.
• 
  И~N

  This book is such a literature delight, Marquez-scaled saga, situated in two-century scope of the Danish history. Høeg observes the changes in the social environment along with the inner ties of life, penetrating the lives of the characters, embodying the places they abide, vibing in the tunes of their dreams.
  A pure delicacy of slow reading adventure.
• 
  Isla McKetta

  I loved this book. The story was so rich that I often would fall asleep after reading only a few pages. Thus, reading it took forever but I was glad to be immersed in this book. For more about how the author uses ambiguity to create layers of meaning in a dreamworld, check out
  my blog.
• 
  Federico Tommasi Zardini

  Ok, io ci ho provato, dico sul serio. Ho iniziato questo libro quasi un mese fa e mi ha letteralmente fatto perdere la voglia di leggere per due settimane.
  
  Peter Høeg è un autore che non ho interesse ad approfondire ulteriormente, di sicuro non oltre le 109 pagine di questo libro che sono riuscito a leggere senza crepare di noia. Avrebbe altri due terzi offesi con me perché non li ho degnati di uno sguardo, ma continuo ad ignorarli.
  
  Le vicende sembrano sforzarsi con tutte se stesse ad entrare nel mio raggio d'interesse (sufficientemente ampio da accogliere anche l'intera lettura di libri odiosi come L'Ospite di Stephenie Meyer o l'agghiacciante e deludentissimo Follia di Patrick McGrath) ma nulla riesce a cogliere la mia attenzione per più di trenta secondi, non arrivo a concludere due pagine che la mia mente comincia a fluttuare spostandosi verso questioni molto più interessanti ad esempio "Ma chissà se esiste una persona addetta a determinare la spaziatura esatta per redigere i documenti delle visure catastali" "Chissà come mai per la copertina di questo libro il nome dell'autore è tre volte più grande del titolo del libro".
  
  Peter Høeg utilizza stilemi del realismo magico, passando da descrizioni catastrofiche in cui non si capisce che cazzo sta dicendo, se effettivamente le case cambiano forma o se è solo un'analogia del sentire del protagonista; a descrizioni di un didascalismo elementare che non hanno nulla a che vedere con il criptismo linguistico di altri passaggi.
  
  Stando alle recensioni, i primi due racconti sono addirittura i migliori della raccolta. Io ho letto i primi quattro e sinceramente non ho il tempo da dedicare alle rimanenti 220 pagine che so già in partenza che non mi lasceranno nulla se non una triste prosecuzione di questo sentiero arido in cui la rabbia fluttua come una nebbia sottile, frustrazione del tempo, dell'energia e dei soldi che non mi restituirà nessuno.
  
  La prosa è lineare, al punto da essere ipnotica, i guizzi e le divagazioni non funzionano proprio, non aggiungono nulla di interessante alla narrazione, anzi, i tentati picchi letterari diventano cunette inaspettate che producono inciampi, mentre le piccole digressioni si appiccicano alle caviglie del lettore come folletti vecchi e lagnanti mentre egli cerca, spinto da chissà quale delirio, di avanzare per questo cammino sterrato.
  
  Decisamente un libro dimenticabile, che non ha niente da insegnare, in cui la Danimarca non si percepisce affatto e va bene così perché dopotutto di uno che fa il mestierante quando scrive non si ricorderà mai nulla nessuno.
• 
  GoldGato

  My bookshelves were missing a Danish flavour, so I purchased this volume to fill that rather glaring hole. Rather like Denmark itself, I was left somewhat ambivalent after finishing this...not sure if it was really great magical realism or just too much northern depression.
  
  Hoeg sketches a family representing the Danish transition from medieval times (and charm) to modern society (20th-century conformity). I was completely absorbed in the story of the aristocrat who seals off his estate and makes time stop. Magical yet symbolic of the upper class losing their sway as Denmark became one of the most modern of modern societies. The strange family also includes a domineering old woman who uses the newspapers to control the lives of the residents to the point that they only do what the paper tells them to do.
  
  All well and good...but then past history is weaved into the story and the magic disappears at times. Still, it's a keeper as I had dreams about the home and the clocks that stopped ticking. If a book can make me think about it weeks later, it must have something. That something was not enough to get it a higher rating, so to each reader their own.
  
  Book Season = Autumn (when time goes backward)
• 
  Ema Mele

  Představy o 20. století podle mě patří mezi jednu z nejlepších knih, co v Evropě za poslední roky vyšly. Je to takových dánských 100 roků samoty. Četla jsem ji několikrát a včele vám doporučuju totéž.
• 
  Emma Paulet

  "History is always an invention, a fairytale built upon certain clues" (p. 144).
• 
  Stephen Durrant

  I know little of Denmark and Danish history, so much of this novel probably went over my head. Here and there, though, the commentary on Denmark is so broad and direct that it can hardly be missed, and it is both funny and bitter. For example, "While her guests discuss the excellent warming qualities of angora and the merits of sulfur powder and how Copenhagen museums have so many lovely plaster figures, what they are in actuality discussing is the big questions of life: love and money and religion and life and death--only it is hard to catch this because they speak so softly. While keeping within the bounds of society and making sure that no one could hold them responsible for anything whatsoever, because they have spoken so obtusely and with such tremendous discretion, they carry on conversations . . . ." (p. 283). Yeah, I get this . . . and I like it. But most of this longish book (see earlier references to the economy of reading!) is a family history of the most bizarre type--a mixture of wild imagination and the very real. Yes, like dreams. Like a "History of Danish Dreams." Hoeg, I admit, has a kind of genius, but I could not stay focused on his rambling, fantastic narrative. I kept calculating the number of pages before I would be done and could start something else. Not a good sign!
• 
  Jamie Barringer (Ravenmount)

  I think I would need to read some Danish history, let this book simmer a bit in my subconscious, and then read it again, before I could say I really understood all of it. And, I get the impression that part of the point of this novel is that things, especially national dreams, don't make sense so much as they just are. Our world views and fears and past experiences (which we perceive imperfectly and thus may not fully understand) construct our perceptions of the present and build up our expectations and wishes. The resulting dream, one's own personal dream or a nation's dream, is a surreal amalgamation of logic, absurdity and the results of particular circumstances that may or may not seem at all significant to outside observers.
  
  If you want an easy read, this book may be a bit annoying, but if you want the sort of book that makes your brain feel like it is working overtime trying to keep up, and that continues to make you think about it afterward, you may like this book.
• 
  Selene

  I must say I absolutely loved this book at the beginning, the imagery was stunning, and I was pulled into the story head first. However, two thirds of the way through I found that I did not particularly care about these people anymore and the magic was lost. Still I enjoyed reading it and will look out for more of Hoeg’s work, as I enjoy a complicated plot and you won’t find one more complicated than this.
• 
  Laura Walin

  Hmm, tämä Hoegin esikoinen vaikutti vähän raakileelta. Kirjailijalle tyypilliset aihiot ovat kaikki tässäkin: sukutarinoita, surrealismia ja tanskalaista yhteiskuntaa vuolain sanankääntein kerrottuna. Kokonaisuudesta vain tuli tässä teoksessa tasapaksu, vai sanoisinko jopa että tylsä. En myöskään oikein ymmärtänyt kirjan rakennetta, vaikka se kronologinen tavallaan olikin. Rakenne johti nimittäin mielestäni siihen, ettei henkilögalleria oikein pysynyt lukijalla hallittavissa, mikä puolestaan vaikutti siihen, ettei henkilöihin oikein pahemmin kiintynytkään. Kielessäkin oli jotain, mikä ei puhutellut minua. Runsassanaisuus vaikutti enemmän itsetarkoitukselliselta kuin tarkoitukselliselta, ja loputtomiin lauseisiin uupui eikä uponnut. Väkisin luin loppuun.
• 
  Cormac Greig

  Didn't know the Danish dream was white supremacy
• 
  Danielle

  The main impression you get from this book is that all lives end sadly and badly in some way no matter how different people and their circumstances are.
• 
  Tuco

  La storia dei sogni danesi è un romanzo magico che ricostruisce le storie di una famiglia attraverso le varie generazioni, a partire dal 1500 fino agli Sessanta del Novecento; non vi è un narratore onnisciente a raccontarci le vicende ma una ricostruzione in prima persona basata su testimonianze, documenti e storie tramandate, cosicché il narratore ci mette a parte di quanto ha scoperto e prova a ipotizzare le motivazioni dei vari personaggi basandosi sui rispettivi caratteri, ambienti sociali e periodo storico. Ogni periodo storico ha un suo sogno, dall’ottimismo nel progresso tecnologico, all’incertezze della guerra, al sogno danese sui comportamenti e le etichette della borghesia ecc; poi ci sono i sogni personali di ogni protagonista intesi come speranze, progetti concreti o anche fantasie che fanno da carburante alla realizzazione di un’impresa.
  Lo stile del romanzo è quello del realismo magico, in una cornice concreta e ben salda nei vari periodi storici si intersecano conoscenze, destini e sogni di famiglie fuori dall’ordinario, magiche: dal primo racconto in cui il protagonista per fermare l’incedere del tempo stoppa gli orologi facendo volteggiare la dimora in un limbo atemporale, persone dalle vite pazzescamente lunghe, dalle rocambolesche esistenze ecc. La storia trasuda fantasia e originalità avanzando ad un ritmo costante, senza tentennare o procrastinare: ci sono troppe vite da ricostruire per perdere tempo in descrizioni non essenziali alla storia dei sogni, così come possiamo solo ipotizzare le motivazioni dei protagonisti ma non addentrarci in un’analisi meticolosa della loro personalità perché a disposizione abbiamo solo testimonianze, documenti e storie. La Danimarca del romanzo è una sorta di Macondo danese, i luoghi e i sentimenti che pervadono i vari periodi storici sono una testimonianza accurata e interessante in cui si incasellano con precisione orologiaia i destini dei vari personaggi fantastici; cinematograficamente lo si potrebbe paragonare al film Big Fish oppure anche ad un film di Wes Anderson in cui ci sono famiglie non ordinarie in contesti ordinari (ho in mente la casa in cui vivono i Tenenbaum).
  Originale, scorrevole, con un pizzico di ironia e mai monotono, La storia dei sogni danesi è stata una piacevole sorpresa in grado di mantenere l’interesse del lettore per tutto il romanzo, nonostante la difficoltà (credo) di portare avanti questo sogno per così tante pagine.
• 
  Barawe

  3 hvězdy jsou zde spíš "neutrální", protože tuhle knížku jsem já jako čtenář doopravdy nezvládla. Vyžaduje hluboké znalosti dánských reálií (které mi rozhodně ještě chybí) close reading a zkušenosti se čtením komplexních textů. Pokud to tedy člověk chce chápat do hloubky. Pokud se rozhodne si to jen prostě přečíst, možné je to taky a myslím, že vytěží hodně z proměn vypravěčů/časů vyprávění i samotné výstavby. Nemluvě o tom, že Høeg je prostě geniální autor. Takže "reader beware", ale zároveň od této knihy nikoho neodrazuju.
• 
  Shauna

  In the beginning, I was completely taken with the magical realism--especially the thief who mustrusted the rich and so only stole used shoes and the like--unfortunately, the quality of surreality came to feel strained, and I lost my feeling for the characters. The book just never carried me away.
• 
  Annelise Guest

  Didn't finish.
• 
  Theo Traxel

  Хёг всегда великолепен, точен, изящен. Каждый раз, читая его роман, удивляюсь умению создавать эту вязь из фантазий и наблюдений.
• 
  Jarmil Dufek

  Moc se mi libilo
• 
  Ren

  2022 has been a year of surprises in reading for me, and this is the second time a book this year has left me windswept and delighted, if a bit bemused.
  
  A grand oversimplification would be to summarize 'The History of Danish Dreams' as a Danish 'One Hundred Years of Solitude,' though in terms of marketing I could see why that would be done. Like 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' this is a multi-generational family saga that parallels, in this case, the evolution of 'The Danish Dream' as presented by author Peter Høeg, and it does so through the deft employment of magical realism.
  
  Does that mean that having read one, one has no need to read the other? I think that would be an insult to both. Granted, I've not read 'One Hundred Years of Solitude', though I have enough proximal knowledge to speak on it to this degree. From my understanding, 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' is an exploration of nearly the exact same things as 'A History of Danish Dreams': repetition, class, trauma, sex, and how all of these things intertwine. In that sense, 'A History of Danish Dreams' is the Danish 'One Hundred Years of Solitude.' Needless to say, however, Argentina and Denmark's unique histories would inevitably lead to different explorations of these themes. And the places where they intersect might be an interesting place to start when examining 'human truth' in fiction.
  
  All of this to say: Høeg very patently modeled his project off of Gabriel García Márquez's work, but I don't think that necessarily cheapens it, and if anything, gives the people more of what they so clearly want given the near universal acclaim 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' enjoys.
  
  As far as I'm concerned, now having read 'A History of Danish Dreams', I'm more inclined to read 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' than I was before because I liked this so much.
  
  So, enough of the (necessary)'discourse'; let's get to the novel.
  
  This is an incredibly dense 400 page novel. Not dense in language (Høeg's style is generally bouncy and breezy), but in ideas; Høeg manages to squeeze about a million different things onto a single page, and yet I never felt bogged down by it--just surprised every time I realized that after so much action I'd only gotten through several hundred words. And the asides! Høeg clearly never met an aside he didn't like. In this way, the style isn't unlike Salman Rushdie's -- specifically in 'Midnight's Children.'
  
  One of the 'love it or hate it' elements to 'A History of Danish Dreams' is, as the name perhaps suggests, its dreaminess. 'Truth' in this novel is established early on as subjective, and our first person narrator (whose identity remains unknown to us until the final pages) reminds us of this from time to time:

  In these streets animal tamers presented creatures from Noah's arc: giraffes, hippopotamuses, elephants [...] all of these trained to make obscene gestures and to copulate with one another before the very eyes of the spectators. Now here I have to step in to say that I have had a hard time recognizing Rudkøbing, that respectable provincial town, in this, a description from the annals of the Danish Evangelical Mission. Nevertheless, that is what the faithful remember having seen. (p.83)

  
  Similarly, the novel concerns itself with the push and pull between perception and reality of an individual's experience.

  It was not long after this that Anna started to clean. This is a historical fact and, no matter what I do, history is history. [...] but I do have to say, beware of this "not long after" because it reminds me that time -- while establishing a context in an account such as this-- seems so unreliable [...] when this happened it was viewed in a much different light -- not least by Anna, who would have maintained that she had always had this need for order. And so it is Maria's, her daughter's, time that we relate to.(p.154)

  
  
  Again, we see this in how Ramses's father views himself as the century's most infamous criminal, while Ramses sees him as a fraud who takes the credit for other people's crimes to build this fake mythos for himself.
  
  Rinse, repeat.
  
  I really appreciated this aspect of the novel because it sucessfully captures the idea of memories being very like dreams in the sense that they so easily slip through our fingers and are colored more by emotion than factual truth the farther we move away from them.
  
  This is also a great opportunity to bring up magical realism. The closer to the present (1989) we get, the less of it there is, so that while the first chapter (set in 1520) reads like a twisted fairytale, the final section (set in the mid to late 80s) has only the vaguest whisper of magic about it, and it's almost exclusively attached to older characters.
  
  I loved this execution, because it built into the bones of the narrative that very essence of the memories of the past as understood by those in the present being almost magical, especially when it comes to familial/national histories.
  
  In the US at least, this mythologizing of the past is embedded in our very understanding of ourselves as a nation. Stories like 'The Boston Tea Party', 'one if by land, two if by sea,' the writing of the Constitution by the 'Founding Fathers,' the 'first Thanksgiving.' All of these are stories that most Americans recognize and could enthusiastically recount. However, I'd be willing to bet that if somehow a modern American could tell one of these stories to those that actually experienced these events, they would be rather surprised by some of the embellishments, smoothings over, and downright incorrectness. But then again, even those that were there probably didn't remember those things the same way either.
  
  Because what even is the truth, anyway? Whose truth? As Høeg says succinctly:

  "History is always an invention; it is a fairy tale built upon certain clues. [...] These clues are pretty well established; most of them can be laid on the desktop for anyone to handle. But these, unfortunately, do not constitute history. History consists of the links between them, and it is this that presents the problem. And the link is especially opaque when, as here, we are dealing with the History of Dreams, because the only thing that anyone --and that includes me-- can use to fill in the gaps between history's clues is themselves. (p.171)

  
  
  And boy let me tell you, the stories that Høeg came up with to express the emotional reality of the period of history he covers in this text manage to be both poignant and completely bonkers, especially some of the first few.
  
  We start with a king literally stopping time after determining that his kingdom is the center of the universe. Over the centuries, most of his subjects become so inbred that they lose the ability to talk and are visually indistinguishable from the cows ('how could they have become inbred if time stopped?' one may ask. Because this is a fairy tale and a metaphor. 'nuff said.). It's grotesque, it's uncomfortable, it's sickening...and it's a great way to understand the damage of clinging to tradition, of national isolationism, etc. And (form serving function) a fairytale is also the closest we can get to how people looking back at a period so far away from their own conceptualize the past: three hundred years is both infinitely long and yet somehow nothing changes ('Ancient Egypt' 'the Dark Ages' 'Medieval Ages' feel this way in my mind).
  
  'The History of Danish Dreams' tackles so many social issues beyond just this question of 'what is memory?' that a thorough breakdown would take a book nearly as long.
  
  There are a few things I took issue with here and there that are definitely worth mentioning. Firstly, the pacing towards the end of the final section of the final chapter felt incredibly rushed, like what had been a marathon suddenly became a sprint in the last 50 pages. I could almost feel Høeg running out of steam, which really was a pity given that that is then what a reader is left with. This could partially have been resolved if the final set of children had been reduced to one (the character of Madaline serves no real purpose whatsoever). The idea of twins as an image could have been interesting, except that Høeg didn't do anything interesting with it. Or, if it could have been interesting, it went by so quickly it wasn't possible for him to really tease that brilliance out.
  
  Secondly, and this was just more of a feeling I had, but I didn't care for Høeg's presentation of 'the racialized other' in this novel. This only comes up twice explicitely, but both times it struck me how both women of color he presents (implied to be gypsies) are the exact caricature you'd expect: a circus performer turned thief, and a granddaughter who is incapable of not getting kicked out of every school she attends (she starts fights, she cuts class, she starts a fire at one point, she develops a drug addiction...). And neither of these characters are ever really given a voice, and one isn't even given a name and is simply referred to as 'The Princess.' I dunno, maybe this wouldn't bother other readers, but it really leapt out at me.
  
  Not to end on a sour note, especially given how much I enjoyed the reading experience, I want to highlight several sections that really touched me:
  
  1. The section in the chapter 'Adonis and Anna' where Høeg describes how both characters woefully misunderstand their own dire circumstances, to their eventual detriment:

  "Most of the time I am afraid that [Adonis] is walking with his eyes only half-open, or even closed. He might well be Aladdin, but he is also blind, and this is a disturbing combination; a blind Aladdin perpetually smiling at a world he cannot properly see [...] After all, who is going to believe a young girl who tells them they are living in a sinking Atlantis [...]?" (p.148, 155)

  
  The myth of meritocracy from the perspective of the poor is particularly vivid, and is one half of Høeg's investigation into class.
  
  2. Carsten's experience of being a 'golden child' in the chapter 'Maria and Cartsten'. Here we have this kid who (to say the absolute least) grows up first with parents in a very toxic relationship, then is completely smothered by a mother who ties her own value to his sucess or failure in life (as determined by her), and so he must be the best at everything he does. And yet, because of this being such a nebulous goal, he never has the chance to be fully present at any point during his school days or post-graduate education, and never at any time gets to self-actualize, leading to severe depression as a middle-aged adult.

  On lingering exploratory tours of his childhood home --where everything was coated with a thick but transparent layer of memories--he discovered that it looked just as it had always done, and yet it had changed irrevocably. [...] What Carsten became aware of during these days was that phenomenon he had already sensed at Søro [...] the relentlessness of time. Anyone else might have seen the white villa in a different light, but Carsten was as he was, and what now confronted him--sighing and wailing, and yet silent and uneasy-- was the traces of a bygone time and the pain of knowing that it will never come again, that it had gone [...] This longing for an imaginary past was to remain with Carsten all his days, transforming, as time went on, into a pale, faint melancholy. (p.337)

  Stunning prose, and a very good sample of the whimsical melancholy that the entire novel is drenched in.
  
  I hope to return to 'The History of Danish Dreams' once the dust settles over this first read-through. I have so many notes on other themes (nationalism, intergenerational trauma) that I couldn't quite pull together for any kind of argument this go-round.
  
  This is a great place to start when it comes to Danish literature (especially of the twentieth century) because it covers so much of the context that I imagine would be relevant when getting stuck into anything else written in the 1900s, so you'd have a sense of pertinant events that came before, during, or after its time.
  
  Absolutely loved it.
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  Mariateresa

  La storia dei sogni danesi… che libro è? La verità è che non lo so nemmeno adesso che l’ho chiuso e, non del tutto convinta e un po’ persa, ho riletto l’introduzione. Che mai come in questo caso è necessaria, perché nel corso della lettura, tra i tanti personaggi e le loro avventure, si rischia di perdere il filo.
  Un filo sottile, ma robusto: un intero secolo di storia Danese di cui Carsten e Maria sono ultimo anello di una catena che inizia nel sedicesimo secolo. Ma i fatti non sono raccontati in ordine cronologico: qui si è in una dimensione diversa, quasi magica , surreale, dove il tempo, se c’è, non scorre allo stesso modo per tutti; la dimensione del sogno.
  E, come accade quando sogniamo, si passa da una scena ad un'altra, da un luogo all'altro in un attimo. E può capitare di ritrovarsi in luoghi già sognati da noi o da altri, in un tempo –come dicevo-che è quasi inesistente e non risponde alle leggi universali. Come accade per il Conte di Morkhoj che vive in un tempo sospeso, dove la modernità non riesce ad entrare.
  O ,all'opposto, come per la Vecchia Signora, che del tempo e della precisione fa una regola di vita. Addirittura sembra lei a organizzarlo, con le sue previsioni del futuro sempre azzeccate. ( ho trovato geniale il fatto che la Signora, per quanto pazza e detestabile, gestisca un quotidiano. Un giornale che racconta il tempo, in un certo senso!)
  Cosa accade, dunque, in questo romanzo dal sapore onirico, poetico e quasi mitologico? Tutto e niente, è un poderoso tentativo di fissare un’epoca con i suoi tratti, le sue ossessioni e le sue peculiarità. Oserei dire che è una fotografia in perenne movimento. Paradossale, lo so, ma meglio di così non lo so spiegare.
  
  Ha una struttura “circolare”: si parte dalla coppia Carsten e Maria e a loro si torna, nel mezzo e nel tragitto vivono e rivivono i loro antenati. Tutto è collegato, anche se a volte il legame si palesa solo dopo. Mi ha fatto pensare alla scena di un film, V per vendetta, quando V mette le tessere del domino in fila, una dietro l’altra e, posata l’ultima, le fa cadere. All’altezza del pavimento sembra non succedere niente, ma guardando la scena dall’alto si vede un’immagine emblematica: nel caso del film il simbolo di V, nel caso di questo romanzo - ma solo arrivati alla fine- uno spaccato di vita.
  
  L’autore crea a personaggi, ambienti e situazioni che vanno dal fiabesco al grottesco e il linguaggio si adatta ai contesti perfettamente, anche se il ritmo è veramente molto lento.
  È una lettura molto diversa dalle mie solite e che richiede un certo impegno e una buona dose di costanza(se siete amanti dei libri pieni di azione non è il libro per voi.) e che mi ha fatto pensare a una frase che ho letto in un altro libro che dice più o meno così: “tutti siamo stati il sogno di qualcuno”* ( e ai miti indù per cui l’uomo e l’universo altro non sono che sogni di un dio (Siva?) e quando il dio si sveglierà noi non saremo più.)
  E questo libro, forse è il sogno di Peter Hoeg.
  
  3 stelle , ma forse ne meriterebbe di più..è la valutazione più difficile dell'anno!
  Citazione: “ La storia è sempre un’invenzione, una fiaba costruita a partire da alcune tracce. (…) “
  
  
  * Il circo della notte -Morgernstern
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  Pierre Brismail

  In all honesty, I don’t know if the rating I gave reflects my true feelings about this book. I chose it because many years ago I read “Miss Smilla’s Feeling for Snow”, which I recall enjoying but this is a very different affair. For a start I am not entirely sure if I understood “The History of Danish Dreams” as one should.
  I think Peter Hoeg saw his book as big tapestry picturing the Danish Dream and where every character is a stich within this tapestry and whilst being part of the picture they do not attain the dream, they simply (like the rest of society) follow its general direction. The tale is even more complicated when you consider that the Dream has evolved in the period covered by the narration (1800-1980), going from an aristocratic society to a left wing leaning one after the second war.
  The reason I am ambivalent about the rating is because I was getting bored with the book despite its many brilliant characters: the book is an endless narration, without any dialogue at all.
  To give the book a dreamlike quality, Peter Hoeg gave his characters very long lives. Indeed, Carl Laurids which we encounter late 1700 or early 1800 is still alive and kicking in the 1980’s (as far as I can tell, the longest living of them all). Some depart from the dream faster than others, which is meant to represent the changing Danish Dream. Anna (a second-generation character) was symbolic of religious fervour and went out of the pages between the two wars. Carl, long lasting Carl, represent the Danish opportunist, which I guess will be present for a while yet. His wife, Amelie, one of the most central character, represents Danish femininity, and changes constantly, not always for the best. Her son, Carsten, a pre-second war product is the Nazi poster boy, for his piercing blue eyes, intelligence, and athletic frame, but without the fascism; indeed, he is one of the most respectful and least selfish character in the book.
  The book is speckled with brilliant and original people (as well as real historical figures), but because of the lack of lightness, it feels a little heavy ( a bit like a half risen Yorkshire pudding, something you know can be so light, yet end up being a stodgy mess).
  
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  Ef Grey

  Celkem jsem měla ráda různé rodinné osudy na pozadí historických událostí.
  Ale tady jsem si někdy připadala jako u Sto roků samoty (což opravdu nemám ráda) a největší motivace při čtení byla, že jsem:
  - si knihu vzala na výlet a měla jenom tuhle, takže nešlo jinak než to prostě číst; jinak zbývalo několikahodinové koukání z okénka vlaku/bezútěšné scrollování internety (no třeba jsem si mohla taky v rámci potravy pro mozek pročítat články na Wiki; nevadí, třeba příště...)
  - si řekla: "Až to dočtu, bude Laila!" /A Laila je epic. Jsem na začátku a miluju to./
  
  Jména postav ale zajímavá (Adonis, Amálie, ...) a styl taky dobrý, ale mohlo by to být tak o polovinu kratší.