I imagine myself browsing the shelves in a quiet public library in Stockholm. I am in the literature department, towards the end of the alphabet, randomly taking out books, flicking through them while catching a sentence here, a paragraph there. Suddenly I am holding a slim volume full of notes. It is Virginia Woolf’s ‘A Room of One’s Own’ (1929) in Swedish (in which language it was first published in 1958). Someone has underlined passages and written comments in the…
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