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Caroline Lee caroline_lee — So here's the premise: Two young boys playing in the forests outside of Copenhagen in occupied WWII Denmark discover a cave underground. Inside the cave is a tunnel that leads them from 1941 to 1988. They crawl out of a hole in the ground near a freeway and immediately have run-ins with with angry farmers, child-hating biker gangs, teen heroin addicts, and rabid dogs, as well as engaging in car theft, police chases, and the massive explosion of a helicopter. Totally the '80s of your childhood, right? A heavy weight of Danish literature, Klaus Rifbjerg published 80 (some places say 120) odd novels, short stories, essays, etc. and--as the one time publisher of Denmark's largest publishing house and co-creator of its premire literary magazine--comes up pretty frequently as one of the country's Golden Boys. My guess is that his reputation was not made by this novel, a Cold War era tale that presupposes--perhaps understandably--an impending nuclear war begining with the systematic bombing of major metropolises in 1988. While we can appreciate that the social realities of the time may have been bleak, however, a book that tries to make the 1940s come across as idyllic and innocent seems a bit foolish, whatever the context. Yes, I understand the downhill trend that's being underscored--the idea that what we once considered to be the ultimate evil (i.e. Nazis), may not actually be the worst that humanity is capable of. But nuclear war, social decay, pollution, emotional callousness, and an overwhelming sense of existential futility don't really need any further dramatization. (When a 13 year old kid roughly tells his Visitors from the Past that 'You can't have a home and be on the needle,' and later drags himself to the home of a bohemian artist three times his age who kindly ties him off and shoots him up...it's officially too much.) A deeply nostalgic, deeply disenchanted novel, Witness to the Future capitalizes on humanity's progressive descent into the abyss, without ever managing to make one's sense of loss and regret (the ubiquitous urge to drege up 'the Good Old Days,' even if the Good Old Days were during WWII) truly resonate with the reader.

Dino Cantelli tiodino — I was surprised at how much I enjoyed this book. Maybe it has something to do with my women and gender studies background...