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The Troubled Man: A Kurt Wallander Mystery
by Henning Mankell (Author), Laurie Thompson (Translator)June 12, 2016
I could feel it there, reading, just as Wallander senses that we often know more than we realize: Henning Mankell, sensing his own early end.
I think of Wallander winding down, sleeping out beneath the sky. Using a stone as a pillow. And his pilgrimage to his childhood, searching out and finding his carved initials left on a hidden stone, the energy that drives life, making it's "mark"...
Worry stones or shared memories, do we really know each other, even our closest friends?
Do we only know each other in memory, that fleeting effervescence that we truly are?
by Henning Mankell (Author), Laurie Thompson (Translator)June 12, 2016
I could feel it there, reading, just as Wallander senses that we often know more than we realize: Henning Mankell, sensing his own early end.
I think of Wallander winding down, sleeping out beneath the sky. Using a stone as a pillow. And his pilgrimage to his childhood, searching out and finding his carved initials left on a hidden stone, the energy that drives life, making it's "mark"...
Worry stones or shared memories, do we really know each other, even our closest friends?
Do we only know each other in memory, that fleeting effervescence that we truly are?