A woman is lying on the bathroom floor. She can’t move and she can’t remember how she got there. It could be day or it could be night, she could have been sleeping or just eaten breakfast. But what is the most urgent thing right now: cancelling the appointment with the cabinet maker or getting hold of a neighbour who can help her up? Will someone find her, or will she end her life with her head under the toilet bowl?
Fever is a novel about the final hours of a person’s life, about the body’s fragility and the boundlessness of the mind. It takes us on an inner journey with dark, humorous and painful reflections, where the body’s decay is reflected in the main character’s inner life, where past and presence are mixed, and where hope and regret and defiance are set against each other in a struggle that has to be the work of the devil.
Vibeke Tandberg’s prose is as captivating and uncomfortable as ever, permeated by her characteristic black humour.