Me, the Room
The narrator of Me, the Room is 38 years old and lives with his mother. When he interrupted his studies 10 years ago, he moved back to the row house he grew up in, into the room of his childhood. Increasingly isolated, he at one point decided to remain in his room for good. His mother, who is his only contact with the outside world, lives alone in the rest of the house, and mostly leaves him alone. Through the narrator’s constant stream of thoughts and his observing, limited gaze, the room of his childhood increasingly appears a bulwark against the world, and the only thing in his life he has the capacity to tackle over time.
In an unmistakably light, twisted and elegant way, V.S. Tideman has written an enigmatic, uncomfortable novel about shutting yourself off from the world, a story that gradually and steadily progresses towards its fatal end.