{"id":1427,"date":"2009-07-20T09:10:32","date_gmt":"2009-07-20T17:10:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/?p=1427"},"modified":"2013-09-13T22:05:55","modified_gmt":"2013-09-14T06:05:55","slug":"norway-4-fjaerland-twilight-zone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2009\/07\/20\/norway-4-fjaerland-twilight-zone\/","title":{"rendered":"Norway 4. Fjaerland. Twilight Zone."},"content":{"rendered":"

[ The following is another installment from my notes on a recent trip to Scandinavia<\/a>.]<\/code><\/p>\n

June 29, 2009. <\/em><\/p>\n

Today we got a boat from Balestrand to Fjaerland, a sweet, quiet hamlet between the Fjaerland fjord and the Jostalbreen glacier, which is the largest in Europe.<\/p>\n

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When Sylvia and I got off the ferry to Fjaerland, it felt like an episode of the Twilight Zone<\/em>. The other passengers on our boat all got into a tour bus that had ridden in the ferry. They drove off, leaving us alone, in this utterly silent and deserted Sunday morning Norwegian village, the fjord beside us and snow-capped mountains all around.<\/p>\n

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Anything I say feels superficial, overly dramatic, here in the core of this uncanny beauty. I feel like a fly on a freshly frosted cake.<\/p>\n

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Sylvia had been talking about finding a book to read so, lo and behold, there\u2019s an unmanned shelf of books by the road, with a sign reading \u201cHonest Books, 10 Kr. each.\u201d\u009d We\u2019re both wearing shades, very Californian. I light a cigarette, I\u2019m a noisy wise-guy, the tour bus grinds by, I wave, nobody seems to see me.<\/p>\n

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True to Twilight Zone <\/em>style, I imagine myself as a city clicker in a black suit, and my consort as a sexy blonde on spike heels, our voices overly loud amid the silent mountains.<\/p>\n

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\n[Part of the porch of the Hotel Mundal appears on the left.]<\/p>\n

The Hotel Mundal is the size of a large house, vintage 1891, with a fresh-faced young woman at the desk, perhaps from the founder\u2019s family.<\/p>\n

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Across the street is a wooden church. Some first names in the churchyard across the street form our little hotel: Gurid, Ingvald, Ingebrigt, Ola, Kjell, Ola, Mikkel, Anggar, Brynhild. There\u2019s a Swanhild Aarskog.<\/p>\n

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Many of the gravestones bear the epitaph, \u201cTakk for Alt<\/em>,\u201d\u009d meaning \u201cThanks for Everything,\u201d\u009d some just say Takk<\/em>. I love that.<\/p>\n

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What a great sentiment with which to leave the world. \u201cThanks for everything, world, it\u2019s been great\u2014you really went all out.\u201d\u009d And forget about any bitter rant like, \u201cRage, rage against the dying of the light.\u201d\u009d Go out happy. Why not?<\/p>\n

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Life\u2019s rich panoply. I\u2019m so grateful that I made it here.<\/p>\n

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The second day I rent a bike and ride up the canyon, nobody in sight for miles. At one point a single vehicle drives by: a blue tractor. I pass a bridge too rickety to walk upon.<\/p>\n

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In the evening an older woman, the manager of the hotel, tells us about its history.<\/p>\n

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She mentions that a few months ago a farm\u2019s concrete reservoir of cow manure had burst uphill, releasing a kind of a poo-avalanche that swept past the hotel and into the fjord. No sign of that now.<\/p>\n

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In the front yard of the hotel is a vertical stone plinth, like a mini-version of that 2001 <\/em>slab, covered not with writing, bit with (seemingly) lichen-like spots. Suppose that the spots are glyphs in the Unknown Tongue used by the Great Old Ones who live beneath the placid surface of the fjord.<\/p>\n

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Thinking back to our arrival in terms of a Twilight Zone <\/em>episode, I imagine that the woman finds a book with curious blotches and symbols. It\u2019s called God B\u00c3\u00b8k, <\/em>which is Norwegian for Good Book<\/em>.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs this math?\u201d\u009d she asks, flipping through the pages. Her consort is a mathematician, she\u2019s a linguist.<\/p>\n

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Suppose that the bursting of the cow-poo reservoir was orchestrated by the Great Old Ones? Too ludicrous maybe. Perhaps it would be more commercial to have a moonlit clearing with the proposed human sacrifice of a beautiful Norwegian girl, a sacrifice blocked by the woman heroine, with her man\u2019s aid\u2014they have power because they\u2019ve deciphered the blotch-runes on the stele by using the God B\u00c3\u00b8k.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

[ The following is another installment from my notes on a recent trip to Scandinavia.] June 29, 2009. Today we got a boat from Balestrand to Fjaerland, a sweet, quiet hamlet between the Fjaerland fjord and the Jostalbreen glacier, which is the largest in Europe. When Sylvia and I got off the ferry to Fjaerland, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,22],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1427","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-scandinavia2009"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1427","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1427"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1427\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4910,"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1427\/revisions\/4910"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1427"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1427"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1427"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}