I am reading Shell, the latest novel from Kristina Olsson, and I have fallen in love with this book. I am lingering over the reading because I don’t want it to end.
This morning, I was captivated by this sequence where Axel, the young Swedish glass artist hired by the architect of the Sydney Opera House, Utzon, is ‘learning’ the city, as all outsiders do in an unfamilar place.
On the ferry home he watched the Opera House approach, its shapes looming against the sky. Leaned back against his seat. For months he had done this: absorbed the movement of air and temperature, the drift and call of language. The shape of desire in the city, in the angle of its streets and the eyes of its people. The way its buildings cut into the sky. Stone, he thought, felt odd in this place, where light fell and tumbled like an acrobat…
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