
I’m delighted to welcome The Silent Resistance by Anna Normann to the blog, with a fascinating extract
Here’s an extract from The Silent Resistance
For centuries, the people living along the coast of Norway, made their living from fishing or shipping. The women were used to their men being away for long periods of time, and managed as best the could. There were letters, telegrams, some ways to stay in touch. During the war, the fleet stayed away, and the families had to survive on their own. Sometimes a letter or message came through, and sometimes the news was life shattering.
Extract
‘I’m Lars’ wife,’ she muttered. And soon, maybe even this year, the war will be over, and Kerber will be gone for good. And … and Lars will come home, and life will be as if the war never happened.
Anni stared at the Christmas tree. She knew she should take down all the decorations, and use the tree for firewood, but she didn’t have the heart to do it yet.
She wrapped the knitted rug around herself, and felt warm and contended. Soon, she fell asleep on the sofa.
When someone hammered on the door, she almost fell on the floor. Confused, she hesitated to go to the door. Could it be soldiers? Perhaps Kerber had decided to show his true self, and had sent them to arrest her.
She realised Ingrid would wake up if she didn’t put a stop to it. She pulled the rug tighter around the shoulders, and hurried out of the lounge.
When she came out in the hallway, she closed the door behind her, and put on her coat. She knew it would be freezing out there.
She opened the door and the cold wind woke her up. There wasn’t anyone on the doorstep. There were no signs of the dreaded soldiers.
What the hell is going on? she thought.
Anni looked around again, and caught sight of Martin in the shadows.
‘What are you doing here?’ she said, walking over to him. ‘What if Kerber had been in the house?’
Martin shook his head. ‘I know he’s not, Anni. He’s gone to Bergen. They said so at Hagland.’
Anni shook her head. ‘You have to be quick, Martin. He’s coming back tonight, and he could be here any moment.’
Martin looked concerned. ‘This couldn’t wait,’ he said.
‘What’s the emergency?’ Anni sighed. ‘It’s Guri, isn’t it? She did something foolish. Is she okay? Should I go to the farm?’
‘No, no, nothing is wrong with Guri. This is something else,’ he said, looking more and more uncomfortable. ‘I have a letter for you. I thought you would want it as soon as possible.’ Martin didn’t meet her eyes. Something was off.
Anni felt a sharp pain in her stomach. ‘It’s Lars, isn’t it? Is he dead? Did a torpedo sink his ship?’
‘No, as far as I know, he’s fine, but Anni, I’m sorry.’ Martin looked took a deep breath. ‘I’m so sorry.’
‘Stop saying that.’ Anni touched his arm. ‘What’s going on? Is Lars sick, is that it?’
Martin handed her a thin envelope. ‘Read the letter, Anni. Please.’
Anni looked at the envelope, scared to open it. It had been such a long time since they last had heard from Lars. She didn’t want to read it. Judging from Martin’s face, it was bad news. If Lars wasn’t sick or dead, then what?
‘Did you read it, Martin?’ Anni’s mind was racing with horrible scenarios.
‘No.’ Martin looked horrified at the thought. ‘I would never do that.’
‘But you know what it’s about? Because why else would you apologize to me?’
Martin nodded. ‘You’re right. I do know.’
Anni opened the letter. She could see from the date that it was written over a year ago. ‘Damn,’ she said. ‘This isn’t a response to my letter. He hasn’t received the photos of Ingrid.’
‘I don’t know how this letter found its way to Shetland. You know how it is,’ Martin said.
Anni nodded, not looking up from the letter. Lars’ handwriting was so familiar, it made her want to cry. Guri will be delighted when she sees this, she thought and started reading.
Dear Anni,
I hope this letter finds you well.
The rest of the letter made no sense.
Here’s the blurb
Occupied Norway, 1944. Anni endures the war alone, aiding the resistance while longing for news of her sailor husband. Her daughter, Ingrid, is her joy, and Anni is determined to keep her safe. But when a German official is billeted at their home, danger escalates, and Anni faces an agonising dilemma.
London, 1952. Ingrid has been trying to understand her mother’s mysterious disappearance at the war’s end. Clinging to Anni’s promise that she would always come back for her, Ingrid sets out to discover what happened all those years ago.
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Meet the authors
Anna Normann is the pseudonym of authors Anan Singh and Natalie Normann, and it all happened because of a bet. Sometime in the nineteen eighties, while watching a movie with a so-so plot, they started arguing about improving the plot and how they could write a better story than that mess. And then Anan’s wife said ‘I bet you can’t’ …
Since then, they have published seven books together in Norwegian, exploring different genres. Their first novel, set in WW2, won a competition in 1995 for ‘Norway’s best entertainment novel’.
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