On the Calculation of Volume I & 2 – Read by Genevieve Gaunt – Solvej Balle Free Audiobook

Written by Solvej Balle
Read by Genevieve Gaunt
Format: M4B
Bitrate: 128 Kbps
Unabridged

A new audio edition read by Genevive Gaunt, twice winner of the AudioFile Magazine Earphones Award

Tara Selter has slipped out of time.

It was clear that the day always returned to its starting point, but that there were also variations. It was not mechanical, there was more to it. It was the same day which kept recurring, but it was not set in stone.

Every morning, she wakes up to the 18th of November. She no longer expects to wake up to the 19th of November, and she no longer remembers the 17th of November as if it were yesterday.
She comes to know the shape of the day like the back of her hand – the grey morning light in her Paris hotel; the moment a blackbird breaks into song; her husband’s surprise at seeing her return home unannounced. But for everyone around her, this day is lived for the first and only time. They do not remember the other 18ths of November, and they do not believe her when she tries to explain.
As Tara approaches her 365th 18th of November, she can’t shake the feeling that somewhere underneath the surface of this day, there’s a way to escape.

Shortlisted for the International Booker Prize and Winner of the Nordic Council Prize for Literature, On the Calculation of Volume I is the first volume of the poetic, page-turning European masterpiece about one woman’s fall through the cracks of time.

‘Absolutely, absolutely incredible.’ Karl Ove Knausgård
‘A total explosion.’ Nicole Krauss
‘Unforgettable.’ Hernan Díaz
‘Breathtaking.’ Chetna Maroo
‘Brilliant.’ Jon McGregor
‘Absolutely marvellous.’ Lauren Groff

Narrated by Genevieve Gaunt, twice winner of the AudioFile Magazine Earphones Award

The second volume of the poetic, page-turning European masterpiece about a woman’s fall through the cracks of time.

Tara Selter is searching for a future.

If I want seasons, I will have to build them myself. If I am to have a future, I will have to build it myself. I put the pieces together, little fragments of season and I write it all down.

Tara has been stuck in the 18th of November for over a year’s worth of days. She still wakes up to the same newspapers, and the same blank faces when she explains that she has seen this all before. Until one morning, she boards a train and finds herself in a new day. It is still the eighteenth of November, but the faces are different, the weather is colder.

She realises that she has found a way out of her endless autumn. By moving across Europe rather than through time, she can collect the ingredients for the seasons: the thin film of ice on puddles, the fresh spring breeze, the blazing summer sun. As she travels, she begins to hope for a new future, one that will run in parallel to the eighteenth of November, one that she must build for herself