{"id":735,"date":"2022-05-23T11:36:23","date_gmt":"2022-05-23T10:36:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/llcn.dk\/?page_id=735"},"modified":"2022-08-12T09:18:49","modified_gmt":"2022-08-12T08:18:49","slug":"annunciation","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/llcn.dk\/index.php\/annunciation\/","title":{"rendered":"Annunciation"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Annunciation<\/em> is a novel about forgetting.<\/p>

As German occupation of Denmark ended in the final months of World War 2, thousands of Danish women, so-called \u201cGerman tramps\u201d, were assaulted and shunned for having loved enemy soldiers. It was an ugly time, perhaps better forgotten.<\/p>

In this novel<\/span>, a few of these women find sanctuary on a remote island farm where they vow to protect\u00a0 their daughters from the horrors they endured.<\/span><\/p>

Decades later, four of their descendants who\u2019ve never met before move into apartments bordering a large park in the town of Viborg. All have reached dramatic turning points in their lives, but none can move forward until they uncover the stories their mothers and grandmothers never told.<\/p>

In love, friendship, the end of life and the beginning, these characters meet and bring hidden threads to the surface. Some are whole, some irreparably frayed, but all are intertwined and bring about changes\u00a0 that redefine three generations of mothers, grandmothers, daughters and sons.<\/p>

The story is told from multiple points of view with short flashback chapters to wartime.<\/p>

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30 March 2007<\/h2>

Pia<\/h2>

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\u201cYou think life is a goddamn game?\u201d<\/p>

He wasn\u2019t anywhere near where the bowl hit, split, and starburst like chalk dropped on tile.<\/p>

\u201cI never said it was a game!\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYou\u2019re treating it like one.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThe fuck I am!\u201d A second plate flew through the air, this one like a frisbee.<\/p>

Robert moved around the edge of the dining table, keeping an eye on Pia\u2019s throwing arm. \u201cI should have known. I just\u2014 You just\u2014\u201d he sputtered and searched. \u201cOh my God how could you?\u201d He stumbled like a war casualty to the couch\u2014their usual spot for make-ups\u2014but she was done calling him Bobby and making nice.<\/p>

He\u2019d called her a murderer. It wasn\u2019t wordplay. He meant it. Thus, the ugly fruit of their tangled roots blasted to bits like her ivy-pattern bowl.<\/p>

\u201cWho do you even think you are?\u201d he\u2019d sobbed, and she still doesn\u2019t have an answer despite the fact that he\u2019d stopped asking 4000 miles ago.<\/p>

Dark curtains\u2014resale sheets, actually, pinned together\u2014seep the empty blue of overcast. At the edge of a secondhand mattress, Pia\u2019s limbs point away from the window\u2014hands and feet drape into space.<\/p>

She didn\u2019t hate<\/em> him, exactly\u2014he wasn\u2019t the sort to provoke anything as raw as hate.<\/em> Actually, he treated her like he loved her, sort of, not that it matters now. Her ticket home was bought in shame over admitting failure. Probably. A mower growls in the grassy space under her window. She flips arms and legs spread-eagle like a skydiver, kicking bedding to the floor.<\/p>

In this light it\u2019s hard to tell where wall ends and ceiling begins.<\/p>

Nanna had asked her why she went to America in the first place, and Pia told her, in a nutshell, for love<\/em>. It was, honestly, one version of the truth. Once upon a time, she met an English teacher who wandered into the cathedral with a camera while she and Johs were practicing for the following Sunday. She told him to go be a tourist elsewhere, but he asked her out instead, and by the time Dad was gone they were long-distance dating. The day of the funeral, he invited her to New Jersey, and as one decision opens up a whole new set, she applied for residency, they got an apartment, and she decorated for comfort\u2014which meant things from home.<\/p>

A clang and tinkle of bottles signals trash day. Pia hauls herself upright, shakes it off, and spends the morning packing. From \u201cMama Mia\u201d to \u201cS.O.S.\u201d it\u2019s all mops and rags. She stands on a chair to \u201cDancing Queen\u201d, unclips curtains that fall around her in a rush of dust and light, tucks them around CDs dumped in a box, strips the bed, and crams her pillow into a laundry basket around the coffee maker\u2014all the while fighting off nightmarish snapshots of the last time she\u2019d wrapped and shipped her belongings.<\/p>

When Nanna heard about the truck crash, they were pricing a load of estate sale things. She offered comforted in words. \u201cAll the pretty things you could ever collect are a poor substitute for what\u2019s lost, but beauty\u2026\u201d she\u2019d handed Pia a tiny teacup, \u201c\u2026it can distract you in the right direction so you remember what beautiful things are for.\u201d<\/p>

The curve of Pia\u2019s palm molded to the nearly transparent porcelain, green and gold vines on iridescent periwinkle. Her finger slipped through the slim, looped handle. Hand, then arm, then spirit became as dainty as the thing she held. \u201cSo then why\u2019s there so much grief in them?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cBecause they help the body connect to the heart, and the heart holds many things.\u201d<\/p>

So does the truck. Thumping a mattress down the steps\u2014bashing around landings, getting wedged against rails, and loading it alone was equal parts comedic and painful. It would have been handy to have help.<\/p>

Oh, Johs<\/em>.<\/p>

No calls, no texts, no signs whatsoever since he left her flat with Naja nearly three months ago. Instinct says he\u2019s not in trouble or she would have heard something. Must<\/em> they go through these gaps?<\/p>

When the apartment is barren as it was when she\u2019d arrived and cleaning things are assembled in a bucket, she addresses the credenza, \u201cNow how do I get you<\/em> out of here?\u201d<\/p>

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