Here Among the Living

Hermann Henriksen built a house with his own hands. Now someone has bought it, and it is about to be demolished. Hermann, who has worked in the forest all his adult life, the man who could jump further than everyone else on skis. And who, as a kid, planned to kill his step-father. Who was he, when it came to it?

Hermann’s son has reached a watershed in his life. He has broken off contact with those nearest to him, and has entered the old, abandoned house that his father built. He knows little about his father’s early years and murky past. With two old landscape paintings and a surviving almanac, he attempts to paste together the fragments of his father’s life. And save the pieces of his own.

In Here among the living Levi Henriksen weaves his own father’s story into a novel about borrowed jumping skis, stolen fishing rods and healing hands, about following one’s own path and finding the way home. This has resulted in a book that touches on what is deepest within, and tells us something fundamental about what being alive means. With the story of his father’s life as the background for his latest novel, Levi Henriksen comes up with his most personal account ever.