A man tells about himself, as it is now.  He has two friends, a good one and a bad one.  And a brother, not as friendly as he is, but he's OK.  The man has problems, emotional, probably not mental.  He does his best to cope with these problems, all on his own, his way.

He condenses his life, his thoughts and dreams, into lists, which he compares with other people's list.  He comes up with his own tools and methods to crawl out of his darkness.  He becomes obsessed with time, and he starts wondering if time really matters.  If anything really matters.  Finally his friendship with a small boy, B�rre, and his pushy brother seem to be helping him with finding out what matters.

Annika recommended this one, it's from a Norwegian author I had never heard of before.  His style is a bit unusual, at first I wondered if the translation had mangled the writing a bit.  But it hasn't, and once you get used to Loe's writing (after less than half a page in my case) you'll find a charming portrait.  The story is told just like an average man would talk about his life.  There's great humor in there, sometimes in what happens, sometimes just in the way it is written.

I enjoyed the lightness in it, it's a very charming story written in a very simple language.  I'm looking forward to his next novel.