What My Body Remembers (Denmark)

more Hvidovreby Agnete Friis

Hvidovre, Copenhagen. A concrete block apartment house in a run-down part of town.

Single mother Ella’s body literally remembers the trauma she suffered as a child–but she (her mind) doesn’t. When Ella’s PTSD is triggered, she shakes uncontrollably and sometimes passes out. It’s scary for her 11-year-old son Alex to watch. Ella’s only friends, her elderly neighbors Rosa and Jens, try to look out for her and the boy, but they’re both alcoholics. It isn’t easy.

Klitmoller beachWhen Ella was a small child, her father was convicted of murdering her mother. After that, Ella was passed around from one foster home to another. She hasn’t spoken to her father in 20 years, or her grandmother (her father’s mother).

But when the Welfare starts making noises about taking Alex away, Ella cuts and runs north to West Jutland, where she must start to confront her past.

Something is Fishy in West Jutland

book coverWhat My Body Remembers was an unusual take on the Nordic crime novel, which I love. The crime is in the past; the novel is a frame story. The protagonist is far from dark, violent detective Harry Hole–and she’s not the Girl With the Dragon Tattoo either, although at times she can be just as hostile. She’s not a detective: she is a single mother trying to raise her son. She doesn’t WANT to solve the crime; she wants to escape from it. But the past just won’t let go.

Ella is, of course, a flawed character. She drinks vodka to self-medicate, and smokes too much. She loves her son passionately, even as she understands that he’s a pre-teen and she, and their poverty, are starting to embarrass him. To make ends meet, they collect cans. Ella sometimes shoplifts for the “extras” the dole doesn’t provide–chocolate cookies, a bottle of whiskey, some chewing gum. Alex can’t afford the name-brand clothes and shoes that other boys his age have.

In Klitmoller, though, none of that matters. Alex romps down the dunes, through the surf, looks for amber on the beach, fishes, and goes surfing with a kindly hot young dude called Magnus, who has his eye on Ella. The North Sea shore in the book is just as windy and chilly as I remember it. (My family of origin is from Denmark, in the East Jutland.) And everybody eats liver pate on rye bread. Yum!

Corn Cob, Who’s Your Friend?

Ella has poor judgment when it comes to making friends. Here she is talking to Rosa:

Klitmoller on the map“We’d had this conversation hundreds of times before, practically word for word, but Rosa had no sympathy for social aberrations of this kind. Her life–as I had come to know it in the two years we’d lived in the apartment next door–was little more than an endless row of repetitions.

“Morning coffee with the husband at eight, shopping at Netto at ten, rye bread with meat and raw onions at twelve. Then, two hours on the sofa with an indefinite number of Kodimagnyl and Valium swimming in her blood. Cake, coffee, and TV at three. Dinner with the husband at six. Some kind of fried meat, potatoes, and cooked vegetables. Then more TV, more coffee, and a stack of smokes. Washing was done Monday, Lotto Wednesday and Saturday.”

Hvidovre Hey, this could have been my grandmother’s life if our ancestors had stayed in Europe. Because we were never wealthy people. And alcoholism runs in my family too.

Although Rosa and Jens are like her family, Ella doesn’t trust easily and she does not make new friends. A man named Thomas tries to reach out to her, but she snaps at him. (She doesn’t remember their early friendship, or anything before the age of eight). An artist called Barbara moves in with her, trying to help her using hypnosis. Ella comes to dislike Barbara but is too weak to kick her out. She needs another adult around to take care of Alex when she has one of her fits.

Klitmoller dunesOf course, Barbara is not who she seems…although her German Shepherd Lupo is delightful.

An easy read. This book is a thriller, and while I saw some of the plot twists coming a kilometer away, there was one surprise at the end that floored me. It was a doozy.

Rating: Five cockleshells!

More Super Scandinavian Crime by Women:

  • Anne Holt
    • Heroine Hanne Wilhelmsen is a cranky lesbian police officer in Oslo who is constantly frustrated by the constraints of a shoestring budget and superiors who expect miracles. Start with The Blind Goddess.
  • Camilla Lackberg
    • In The Preacher, one of my favorites, 2 young girls have been missing since 1979. When another disappears, Detective Patrik Hedström must solve literary conundrums in a race to save her life.
  • Agnete Friis
    • Her debut novel, The Boy in the Suitcase, won an award for Best Danish Thriller of the Year. The MC, Nina Borg, is a Red Cross nurse, wife, and mother of two. She’s also a compulsive do-gooder who can’t say no when someone asks for help—even when she knows better.



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