It was just, yesterday

The characters in Mirja Unge's debut collection are all, in their own way, evading something; whether failing to confront the true nature of an encounter, or avoiding responsibilities as a parent, sibling or friend. Abuse, betrayal and neglect lurk beneath a veneer of mutually maintained 'normality', waiting for an opportunity to resurface.
Told, in most cases, through the eyes of teenage girls or young women, these stories exhibit a unique prose style that perfectly captures the conversational rhythms, and preoccupations, of their generation. Unge's soft, winding syntax ushers the reader across the surface of each encounter at an unalterable pace -like the ever-betraying passage of time - whilst deftly hinting at the violence beneath.