
turns the screw, presenting a set of events so miraculous and abominable that they literally made me gasp.

The Unit marks Holmqvist’s debut as a novelist ( From the publisher.)Ī haunting, deadpan tale set vaguely in the Scandinavian future…Holmqvist’s spare prose interweaves The Unit’s pleasures and cruelties with exquisite matter-of-factness. She made her debut in 1995 with the short story collection Suit and has published two further collections of short stories since then. Ninni Holmqvist was born in 1958 and lives in Skane, Sweden. Ninni Holmqvist has created a debut novel of humor, sorrow, and rage about love, the close bonds of friendship, and about a cynical, utilitarian way of thinking disguised as care. The Unit is a gripping exploration of a society in the throes of an experiment, in which the “dispensable” ones are convinced under gentle coercion of the importance of sacrificing for the “necessary” ones. Dorrit is faced with compliance or escape, and.well, then what? But when she meets a man inside the Unit and falls in love, the extraordinary becomes a reality and life suddenly turns unbearable. She is resigned to her fate and discovers her days there to be rather consoling and peaceful. In the Unit they are expected to contribute themselves for drug and psychological testing, and ultimately donate their organs, little by little, until the final donation.ĭespite the ruthless nature of this practice, the ethos of this near-future society and the Unit is to take care of others, and Dorrit finds herself living under very pleasant conditions: well-housed, well-fed, and well-attended. Here, women over the age of fifty and men over sixty–single, childless, and without jobs in progressive industries–are sequestered for their final few years they are considered outsiders.

She is promised a nicely furnished apartment inside the Unit, where she will make new friends, enjoy the state of the art recreation facilities, and live the few remaining days of her life in comfort with people who are just like her.

One day in early spring, Dorrit Weger is checked into the Second Reserve Bank Unit for biological material.
