Anne is young, maybe five or six or a little older. She views the world from that point in a human life where imagination and playfulness exists side by side with a deeply serious and heartfelt perspective.  of one’s surroundings. Growing up in the sixties with a mum, dad and little brother is depicted through detailed, vivid memories of summer holidays spent at a cabin in Northern Norway and everyday games at home in Bærum. But underneath the straightforward, in-the-moment and pure perspective of a child, there lurks a menacing void. Because the family will be torn apart by an accident, and sorrow will lie like a layer of white fog over the colourful landscapes.

Winter Indians is a novel about inhabiting what is clearly your place in the world, and about losing it. Using simple, low-key language, Anne Gjeitanger paints a powerful portrait of a little girl who suffers a great loss.