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Där får du många spännande boktitlar att kika närmare på.
Jag har idag läst ut den dystopiska romanen The memory Police av japanska författaren Yoko Ogawa.
Medan jag höll på att läsa den upptäckte jag att den utkommit på svenska i år, och därför har jag länkat titeln till det svenska förlaget som översatt titeln till De förlorade minnenas ö
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“My mother always kept dried sardines wrapped in newspaper on the desk in her studio, and she would snack on them as she worked. If I got fussy in my playpen, she would slip one in my mouth to quiet me even before I had any teeth. I still remember the way they smelled, mixed with the odors of sawdust and plaster. They were awful, gritty things.”
“-Our primary funktion here is to assure that there are no delays in the process and that useless memories disappear quickly and easily. I`m sure you´d agree that there`s no point in holding on to them, If Your big toe becomes infected with gangrene, you cut it off as soon as you can. If you do nothing you end up losing the whole leg. The principle is the same.”
“But in a world turned upside down, things I thought were mine and mine alone can be taken away much more easily than I would have imagined. If my body were cut up in pieces and those pieces mixed with those of other bodies, and then if someone told me -Find your left eye. I suppose it would be difficult to do so.”