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The Selfish Idealist


When you do things for yourself, do you have to be destructive towards the world? Life can be made fairly good both for you and for the rest of us.

Maybe you'll not only help out, but even give everybody a good laugh from time to time.

Street view from Akersgaten, Oslo, before the Y block is fully demolished. The Trinity Church (Trefoldighetskirken) to the left, the spire of the Swedish church (Katarinakyrkan) to the right, the Y block beneath it. 

A symbol of the Scandinavian model is going down.

The fairy tale bridge

Tourist at home Posted on 23 Jul, 2016 05:07

Since I
live just beside the Fairy Tale Bridge, Eventyrbrua,
so popularly named after the sculptures on the bridge, and since obviously the tourist
office didn’t do their job or the Swedish tourists I met on the bridge tonight didn’t
know anything about what is there, I’ll tell you.

There are four sculptures
there, based on four stories and fairy tales.

Norwegian parallel to the Grimm brothers and Perrault is Peter Christen
Asbjørnsen (1812-85) and Jørgen Moe (1813-82).
Asbjørnsen was a natural scientist, Moe a folklorist, and a priest, later bishop. They collected fairy tales around the country, published first in
the 1840s. There are three volumes, in addition to some erotic ones that were published first in the 1970’s, I believe, because they were too much for our prim public life. Quite fun for me to read at a young age.

The statues
– three of them – are figures from this collection of popular stories which we
all grew up with. We still read them, but I must say that my kids knew many of them from kindergarten, there was a girl working there who had quite a talent for reading, so when I
came up with the idea to read for them my son usually said “no, I’ve heard that story already”.

But they couldn’t have heard them all, I think, it’s a real stack.

The names
of the characters are given on the bases of the statues.

If you come
from the city centre, Kvitebjørn kong
King Valemon, the white bear, is the first figure on the left, a
white bear with a princess riding on it (there are no polar bears on our
mainland, only in the real arctic, Svalbard and thereabouts, and this one is anyway filled with magic, of course).

I can
remember the story pretty well, one of several where the main point is a
princess caught by a spell, the prince naturally wanting to rescue her and
does so, through a long journey (og de
gikk langt, og lenger enn langt
. They wandered far, and farther than far).

English this sentence sounds queer when translated literally, but if you have had any contact with Norwegian
nature you will know what distance
means, even today, and so much more way back. I won’t even try to say anything about the northern parts. Go see for yourself, it’s vast.

These words are a stock expression in Norwegian, I hope they are still there. At least they are known in my generation and upwards.

He has to
go through a lot of trials, to fool scary creatures and trolls, and this
particular story is especially long and beautiful, it was one of my childhood
favourites. I can absolutely not recall the details right now, but the feeling remains, not least because of the beautiful illustrations of Theodor Kittelsen and Erik Werenskiold and others. These two, the most famous ones, essentially belong in the 19th century, even if they both lived and worked well into the 20th. There were also, in the third volume, I think, drawings by Per Krohg, Alf Rolfsen and other artists whose style were too realistic for my taste, not as evocative as Kittelsen and Werenskiold, in my mind.

On the
other side of the road is Veslefrikk med fela,
Little Frikk with the fiddle, born in poverty, but whose playing aquires the
magic quality to make everyone dance, every time he plays on it. In the story he gives away
all the little money that he has, to three beggars, which turns out to be the
same man, a spirit who grants him three wishes. He wishes for the fiddle magic,
a gun that hits whatever he aims at, and that no one can deny him his first

With these three weapons he manages to get back at all the people that abused him during his years of trial, as it were. In the beginning of the story he works for people who pay him very badly, among others the policeman.

The priest and the policeman, the lensmann, ends up dancing like mad, the policeman tied to a tree and his back then torn to pieces. A familiar theme in many Norwegian stories, in- and outside the fairy tales, also a major key to understand our politics, maybe what it’s all about. Askeladden is the official protagonist which everyone talks about, but this story also has similar traits, even easier to see, the little man against the officials.

On the
other side of the bridge is Peer Gynt,
not found in Asbjørnsen and Moe, but also a traditional story, which is a starting point for Ibsen’s

Then Kari Trestakk, Kari with the wooden

It is a
Cinderella story, also a long one, in Asbjørnsen
og Moe
. I had to read it once more. I couldn’t remember this one at all, except the title, of course.

The king in
the story is a widower who mourns his wife, the queen, but at last marries
another widow, another queen, who is the evil stepmother, with an equally mean

Trestakk is the king’s daughter.

She is
badly treated, of course, and is set to work, she has to shepherd the animals.

particular blue oxe in the herd is sympathetic towards her, and as the evil
queen makes a scheme to kill him, the bull and the princess run away from their
persecutors together.

He is her
ally, and guide and protect her in all the difficulties they have to go
through. They ride through magic woods, owned by trolls, and the bull has to
fight them, one troll worse than the other. The blue bull gets them through. In the
end he asks her to kill him, which she reluctantly does. He leaves the story,
but tells her that if she needs him, she can knock on the rock with a stick.

Which she
does later on.

The aim of
this journey is getting to a palace where she finds and wears the wooden skirt
and gets work in the kitchen. She is treated really lowly by the prince in the
castle during the week, and by the other workers, just like in other Cinderella

In this
version the place of her “real” appearance, where the prince falls in love with
her, is not a ball in a palace, but the church, where she quite similarly to
Cinderella wears a dress, first of bronze, then silver and in the end gold and precious
stones. The dresses are all given her out of the rock where she killed the bull
who helped her getting there. She acts on his instructions, knocks on the rock
with the stick, and the dresses come out, one after the other.

When she
meets the prince in all the humiliating situations, it is not the time or the
break of dawn that stops him from getting to know her, it is Kari herself who says
some kind of magic formula and simply disappears, because she wants to. He then spends a lot of time looking for her, with no
result. This detail is interesting.

The shoe –
of gold – is not lost on the way to a carriage, in this version it sticks in tar that the prince has poured out in kirkesvalen, something similar to a cloister,
in order to “help her over”. I don’t know quite what this means, it is probably
understood that something of the floor in the cloister is broken and maybe wet,

Anyway, the
shoe sticks in the tar, and the rest of the story is as usual, Kari-Cinderella
getting the last chance of trying it on, after everyone has mocked her
thoroughly, and she is the only one who fits into it.

I think
there are other local traits, like the thing that the shoe is filled with blood
when the evil stepdaughter is about to marry the prince.

The kirkesvale detail in the story seems to
me very old, the only place I can remember having seen anything like that in a
Norwegian church is in the wooden stave churches, a Medieval type of building.
I may be wrong on that one, but tar was anyway traditionally used for
protecting wood in houses against the weather.

These stories are almost the backbone
of our heritage. We were brought up on
this stuff, in our family or at least in my interest completely parallel to all
sorts of “normal” literature, but these things were especially important.

So, if you want to understand Norway, you can’t
get past the three volumes of Asbjørnsen
og Moe.
I think they mean more than the sagas of Snorre or even Håvamål, they are at least much more widely read and cited.

A few illustrations you’ll find on this bridge. Its official name is Ankerbrua, and you go basically Torggata eastward, past Hausmanns gate and towards Søndre gate.


Tourist at home Posted on 23 Jul, 2016 04:22

Yeah, ok, the last posting is maybe a little too would-be sophisticated, but the food at Nøkken is not. Actually it is very good, using a lot of traditional ingredients really creatively. It is a pretty good attempt on capturing the taste of…sorry, Norway.

I know it sounds touristic, but eating there is worth while. All I wanted to say was that you get a real thrill out of some of it. I haven’t tried the whole menu, but for instance the chocolate “milk shake” with whisky, which is actually almost a mousse, is exactly that good. And the things that I mention down under.