I have to say that I had a suspicion, right from the start, that your memory loss was a piece of performance art. I’m only mentioning this now, though, before closing this letter, partly because I’ve enjoyed fooling you into thinking that I had been totally taken in and partly because I’ve never been, and I’m still not, altogether sure that I’m right in my suspicion. Maybe it’s the liar in me that I see when I’m so suspicious of you? Maybe I’m exaggerating and placing too much emphasis on that side of you? Maybe the person whom I think may be pulling the wool over the eyes of everyone he knows is actually a reflection of myself? On the other hand, the fact that you liked to play Russian roulette, and had such an urge to risk life and limb every now and again, makes it all the more likely that you would put yourself in a situation in which you could end up suffering from shock, brain damage or some other trauma that would result in amnesia. I really don’t know what to believe. I hold both scenarios to be equally possible.
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ENCIRCLING by CARL FRODE TILLER
This English translation first published in 2015 by
Sort Of Books
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First published in Norway as Innsirkling (2007) by H. Aschehough & Co.
(W. Nyggaard), Oslo.
Copyright © Carl Frode Tiller, 2007, 2015
Translation © Barbara J. Haveland/Sort Of Books, 2015
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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e-Book ISBN 978–1–908745–30–9
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