Ever Since I Was In My Teens

The Nature Of Scandinavians Is That They Don't Talk So Much, There Will Be These Dark Secrets, And Most Things Are Under-communicated.

We're Capable Of Understanding That Someone Has To Drop An Atomic Bomb On A Town Of Innocent Civilians, But Not That Others Have To Cut Up Prostitutes Who Spread Disease And Moral Depravity In The Slums Of London. Hence We Call The Former Realism And The Latter Madness.

Everyone Knew That Fat Had Become The New Cancer, Yet They Bellyached About The Dieting Hysteria And Applauded The "real" Women's Body. As Though Doing No Exercise And Being Overfed Was Some Kind Of Sensible Mold.

Thanks To The Success Of Henning Mankell And Peter Hoeg, There Wasn't The Same Stigma Attached To Writing Genre Thrillers In Scandinavia As There Was In Many Other Cultures. Quite The Opposite, In Fact.

The Myth About Me As A Footballer Has Grown: I Am Now The Lost Maradona Of Norway.