I decided to follow up the last post with another Norwegian writer. This story was written 150 years earlier though, in 1860. Quite a pleasant tale. There’s nothing great or meaningful here, just good writing, some well constructed scenes and absorbing attention to detail. I read Bjørnson years ago after first encountering Hamsun because I heard he had been quite a formative influence on him. You can see the the love of nature and a recognition of its eternal aspect in both writers. Hamsun obviously took things further and entered a more psychological realm. This book is in the public domain. It’s quite short and well worth reading over a couple of days.