Sometimes a gap appears in what we call ‘reality’. There is a draught from somewhere. It may be the wild wind of an animal of prey, that will destroy or transform. Or a magic thrill pouring through an unexpected breach: out of a picture or another person’s expression. In the midst of our everyday life we find ourselves faced with something else: a desire, a passionate dread, a horror or a sorrow that can hardly be sheltered.
Inger Edelfeldt’s short stories are commonplace yet at the same time coloured with this sense of the magical, the mysterious. The people in her stories are all in their own way ‘affected’, are often helpless when faced with feelings they are unable to understand or to control.