02-08-15

Jussi Adler-Olsen

 

De Deense schrijver Carl Henry Valdemar Jussi Adler-Olsen werd geboren op 2 augustus 1950 in Kopenhagen. Jussi Adler-Olsen, zoon van een psychiater. Hij studeerde geneeskunde, sociologie, politicologie en geschiedenis en filmwetenschap en werkte in diverse functies, waaronder als Managing Director bij uitgeverijen, als redacteur en alscomponist. Vervolgens werkte hij als coördinator van het Deense vredesbeweging, in het bestuur van DK Technologies A / S in Kopenhagen en avn Solarstocc AG in Kempten. In 1997 verscheen zijn eerste thriller Alfabethuset die in Nederland als Het Alfabethuiswerd uitgebracht (2000) en dat veel bestsellerlijsten veroverde. Hetzelfde geldt voor zijn twee internationaal georiënteerde thrillers “And She Thanked the Gods” en “The Washington Decree”. De doorbraak in zijn geboorteland Denemarken kwam in 2007 met de roman “Kvinden i Buret” ("De vrouw in de kooi"), de eerste zaak voor Carl Mørck van de speciale afdeling Q. Sinds de verschijning van de bestseller Fasandræberne (“Defazantenmoordenaars), de tweede aflevering van de serie rond Mørck wordt Adler-Olsen beschouwd als de best verkopende Deense misdaadschrijver. Zijn boeken zijn in meer dan 40 talen vertaald met een totale oplage van meer dan 10 miljoen exemplaren.
 

Uit:The Hanging Girl (Vertaald door William Frost)

“November 20th, 1997
She saw grey hues everywhere. Flickering shadows and gentle darkness covered her like a blanket and kept her warm.
In a dream, she had left her body, hovering in the air like a bird. No, even better, like a butterfly. Like a multicolored fluttering piece of art, put in the world only to spread happiness and wonder. Like a hovering being high up between heaven and earth whose magic dust could awaken the world to endless love and happiness.
She smiled at the thought. It was so beautiful and pure.
Now the ceaseless darkness above her fought with dim glints like distant stars. It felt good, almost like a pulse conducting the sound of wind and rustling leaves.
She couldn’t move at all but she didn’t want to anyway or she’d wake from the dream, and reality would suddenly kick in, and then the pain would come and who would want that?
Now a myriad of images appeared from life-giving times. Small glimpses of her and her brother hopping out over the sand dunes, parents shouting that they should stop. Stop!
Why was it always stop? Wasn’t it there in the dunes that she’d felt free for the first time?
She smiled as beautiful beams of light slid under her like streams of mareel. Not that she had ever seen the milky sea effect before, but it must be like that. Mareel or liquid gold in deep valleys.
Where was it she’d come to?
Wasn’t it a thought of freedom? Yes, that must be it because she’d never felt as free as she did just now. A butterfly that was simply its own master. Light and inquisitive with beautiful people around who didn’t tell her off. Creative hands in all directions, pushing her forward and only wishing the best for her. Songs that lifted her and which had never been sung before.
She sighed momentarily and smiled. Allowed her thoughts to take her everywhere and nowhere all at once.
Then she remembered school and the bike, the icy cold morning and not least her chattering teeth.
And just in that moment, when reality rushed in, and her heart finally gave up, she also remembered the crack when the car hit her, the sound of bones breaking, the branches of the tree that caught her, the meeting that . . .“

 

 
Jussi Adler-Olsen (Kopenhagen, 2 augustus 1950)

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