Stig Daggerman has had the touch of magic on my soul,
irritably shaking the core with his shockingly direct and masterfully
aggressive style. Daggerman epitomize the very simple and defenseless
intellectual exposed to harsh reality of 20th century. Sweden, his
homeland was passing a crucial period with much pressure hinging on the laborer
and low-income. Anarchism and syndicalism was surging all across the Europe
stir up the calm nature of region. Joining syndicalism was the fruit of a complicated
political/social background which is less dignified. Like all well-known public
black-outs, a surging interest in his works has appeared since 1980s and a
reward is called to his honor. He was the full-view representative of
intellectuals highly affected in the wake of post-world war II era. His
writings convey the themes of existentialism via artfully expressed feelings of
fear and uncertainty. Imagine Kierkegaard’s level of consciousness stripped of
all intangible chase for spirituality (Kierkegaard’s 2nd and 3rd
layers) more focused on aesthetics of social conducts and family affairs instead.
I think something, an unknown factor still dominates his lines, haunting the reader. Definitely Dagerman’s family life and
emotional conflicts have made the fair ground for his outstanding streak of
writing to flow. I’ve spent a number of my desolation days with the highly
emotive pulsation of Daggerman’s “Snake” under my skin. Feeling insecure lonely
and hopeless is not a heavenly gift but admittedly has yielded some literary
masterpieces, as history has shown.
I spent some pleasant time with Stig Dagerman's short stories in december. pedram
