The Beast – partly Mary Shelley, partly Wes Craven, partly Samuel Beckett, but completely Per Schreiner.
On a jog through the woods one quiet spring day, Knut gets bitten by an animal. A day later, his body begins to change. Small growths appear around his throat. His sense of smell grows stronger, and he is struck by an inexplicable hunger. In any case, nobody reacts to the changes he is going through – neither his wife, his daughter, nor the neighbours in his pretty surburbia. Even Knut himself doesn’t know what to believe. Perhaps it’s not so bad after all; life goes on. A beast still has to do the laundry. A beast still has to make the dinner.
‘A dark little pearl.’Vårt Land
‘What an excellent time this book provides, one where you can feel your fangs growing a tiny bit.’Dagens Næringsliv
‘A study in compositional style, sureness of language and effective narrative technique (…) Once again, Schreiner has delivered a compelling and highly readable novel. (…) being one of contemporary literature’s most distinguished figures.’Stavanger Aftenblad, 5 out of 6 stars