After ending her relationship with Rudolf, Siv borrows a friend’s flat in a small coastal town to get away from it all, and to try to understand the patterns in her own life. She wants to discover who and what she is when she isn’t constantly doing something.
Who is Siv when she isn’t writing? Is it possible for her to love another person without compromising her own boundaries? And can Siv embrace and enjoy life without being constantly disgusted with herself?
In Hyenas, Ørstavik continues her exploration of the relationship between life and text, mothers and their children, the self and others. Slowly Siv opens up to other people, and to the inner, plentiful life. Evolving from a feeling of emptiness to a string of pictures, a string of feelings, until something bigger, subtly connected – the contours of a shape – emerge in the reader, the same way it happens within Siv.