Full of desperate longing: Unquiet, by Linn Ullmann, reviewed

The scrawny little girl with ‘pipe-cleaner legs’ wants to feel at home with her parents. But father and mother live mostly apart —the former in Sweden, the latter in Norway or New York — and the trio fails to bond: ‘It was never us three.’

Her famous father is a migratory sage with ‘a unique talent for partings’, obsessively orderly and punctual but happy to let this youngest child (of nine, by five wives, and the girl’s unmarried mother) grow up ‘without any plan or direction’. Her mother, often dubbed the father’s ‘muse’ (though never by the father), fills the planet’s screens with beauty ‘of the sort that belongs to everyone and no one — like a national park’.

Every summer, though, the father comes to rest, and plan, and write, on a gale-swept Baltic island ‘in the long, narrow house surrounded by sea, stones, thistles, poppies, and barren moors’. Here he owns several properties, including a barn made over into a private cinema where his scattered clan gather to watch films. For the father (never given a full name here) was Ingmar Bergman, the mother Liv Ullmann — who starred in ten Bergman movies, from Persona and Cries and Whispers to Autumn Sonata. That gangly lass ‘full of desperate longing’ would become the Norwegian novelist Linn Ullmann.

In previous novels, Ullmann has drawn on those sunlit, spellbound but anxious summers on the island of Fårö, south of Stockholm. Unquiet at last stares unblinking into the strange sun of her childhood. Call this ‘autofiction’ if you like, but Ullmann disdains fancy tricks and roman-à-clef stunts. Places and people appear undisguised, if often unnamed. This is a novel, however. The narrator agrees with the father (Bergman himself wrote autobiographical stories about his parents) that turning the lost beloved into fiction is ‘the only way of breathing life into them’.