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We, the Drowned

Carsten Jensen

Table of Contents

Title Page

Table of Contents

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Copyright

Dedication

CONTENTS

Map

I

THE BOOTS

THE THRASHING ROPE

JUSTICE

THE VOYAGE

THE DISASTER

II

THE BREAKWATER

VISIONS

THE BOY

NORTH STAR

III

THE WIDOWS

THE SEAGULL KILLER

THE SAILOR

THE HOMECOMING

IV

THE END OF THE WORLD

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Translated from the Danish by Charlotte Barslund with Emma Ryder

HOUGHTON MIFFLIN HARCOURT

Boston New York

2010

Copyright © 2006 by Carsten Jensen og Gyldendal

Translation copyright © 2010 by Charlotte Barslund

All rights reserved

For information about permission to reproduce selections from this book, write to

Permissions, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company,

215 Park Avenue South, New York, New York 10003.

www.hmhbooks.com

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Jensen, Carsten, date.

[Vi, de druknede. English]

We, the drowned / Carsten Jensen ; translated from the Danish

by Charlotte Barslund with Emma Ryder.

p. cm.

"Translation of: Vi, de druknede"—T.p. verso.

ISBN 978-0-15-101377-7

I. Barslund, Charlotte. II. Ryder, Emma. III. Title.

PT8176.2.E44V513 2010

839.8'1374—dc22 2009046568

Translation of Vi, de druknede

This translation has been sponsored by

the Danish Arts Council Committee for Literature.

Book design by Lisa Diercks

Text set in FF Clifford

Map by Joe McClaren

Printed in the United States of America

DOC 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

The author is grateful for financial assistance from the following:

Statens Kunstfond

Litteraturrådet

Autorkontoen

Statens Kunstråds Litteraturudvalg

Politikens Fond

J. C. Hempels Fond

Konsul Georg Jorck og hustru Emma Jorcks Fond

Fonden Erik Hoffmeyers Rejselegat

For Lizzie, the love of my life

CONTENTS

I

The Boots [>]

The Thrashing Rope [>]

Justice [>]

The Voyage [>]

The Disaster [>]

II

The Breakwater [>]

Visions [>]

The Boy [>]

North Star [>]

III

The Widows [>]

The Seagull Killer [>]

The Sailor [>]

Homecoming [>]

IV

The End of the World [>]

Acknowledgments [>]

I

THE BOOTS

MANY YEARS AGO there lived a man called Laurids Madsen, who went up to Heaven and came down again, thanks to his boots.

He didn't soar as high as the tip of the mast on a full-rigged ship; in fact he got no farther than the main. Once up there, he stood outside the pearly gates and saw Saint Peter—though the guardian of the gateway to the Hereafter merely flashed his bare ass at him.

Laurids Madsen should have been dead. But death didn't want him, and he came back down a changed man.

Until the fame he achieved from this heavenly visit, Laurids Madsen was best known for having single-handedly started a war. His father, Rasmus, had been lost at sea when Laurids was six years old. When he turned fourteen he shipped aboard the Anna of Marstal, his native town on the island of Ærø, but the ship was lost in the Baltic only three months later. The crew was rescued by an American brig and from then on Laurids Madsen dreamt of America.

He'd passed his navigation exam in Flensburg when he was eighteen and the same year he was shipwrecked again, this time off the coast of Norway near Mandal, where he stood on a rock with the waves slapping on a cold October night, scanning the horizon for salvation. For the next five years he sailed the seven seas. He went south around Cape Horn and heard penguins scream in the pitch-black night. He saw Valparaiso, the west coast of America, and Sydney, where the kangaroos hop and the trees shed bark in winter and not their leaves. He met a girl with eyes like grapes by the name of Sally Brown, and could tell stories about Foretop Street, La Boca, Barbary Coast, and Tiger Bay. He boasted about his first equator crossing, when he'd saluted Neptune and felt the bump as the ship passed the line: his fellow sailors had marked the occasion by forcing him to drink salt water, fish oil, and vinegar; they'd baptized him in tar, lamp soot, and glue; shaved him with a rusty razor with dents in its blade; and tended to his cuts with stinging

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