|About the Book|
His wife Leonora had been cheating poor Toralv Helmers all around. She had taken control of him and of his entire life. She had made a complete fool of him.And now she even might have left him for another man.Other artists in his position wereMoreHis wife Leonora had been cheating poor Toralv Helmers all around. She had taken control of him and of his entire life. She had made a complete fool of him.And now she even might have left him for another man.Other artists in his position were usually far better off than him. Toralv should also be entitled to have his freedom. One should be free as a bird to put things in the right perspective for the audience. But instead he, the artist, had been put in this cage. How could one then expect any lofty ideas from him?Here he had been left alone with the whole responsibility for home and children.All these earthly concerns were clutched to him. He hardly had any money at all. And in addition to that, he was supposed to create something! These requirements were almost inhuman, he thought.He was home and alone, left to be trotting around himself all the time. How then could he be able to write anything really creative?Toralv hated these narrow limits for his life. He detested his ugly little cage between the trees. He felt an urge to scream out loudly, or to break the whole shed into its pieces.But instead he happened to be this easygoing and conscientious fellow. His nocturnal antics remained the same- they did never develop into anything new and interesting.Most mornings he would get up and on his feet.After all, he had some discipline and a steady plan for his life. So he always walked to his little office in the shed to get some work done.But at the same time he despised it all. Somehow he had developed into a stupid office rat, and even an office rat without wages.Toralv had lost again, and he didn’t like it at all. After all, Leonora had been the one who insisted on financial security, but then she also wanted to go on holidays. Why didn’t she take a paid job herself?Toralv’s dear mother was always around anyway, ready and willing to look after their children. Leonora had been totally free to work and earn her own money all the time. But then she had rather preferred to focus on his talent! Toralv snorted irritated at the thought of it.So now she was away on her totally undeserved holidays all alone, while he was working his ass off to try to get her the safe economy she wished for.And besides that, he was also supposed to do the babysitting and all the other work in the house. Moreover, he did not even know for how long she would be away. It could turn out to be some long and boring weeks filled up with domestic work that definitely would destroy his creative energy.Or maybe it would turn into several months? Meanwhile, she was probably travelling around the world, carefree and happy.“The two of us don’t need to be at home at the same time,” she had told him. “We are just getting fed up of each other. And youre just sitting in your shed anyway. And your mother is always nagging about how much she would like to look after the kids. So you don’t need me at home all the time. And I really need some changes in my life. Its actually the only life I have. It would be a shame if I spilled it away.”Then she left. It had been a totally irresponsible act of her. She just went away from him, from them, from it all, like a confused woman in some Ibsen-drama.Now she was on holiday. For all he knew, she might be sitting in a cafe in Trecchina now, or maybe in Taormina. They just loved Italy.She was probably drunk anyway. Maybe she was kissing some skinny little waiter.