Oksanena Sofi (Sofi Oksanen), the world

Oksanena Sofi (Sofi Oksanen), the world's well-known Finnish writer, visited Riga. In collaboration with translators Mime Grīnberga and supply "Jumava" offer novel "clean-up" of fragments. The writer of the novel in 2008 issued "clean" (Puhdistus) in 2010 won the prestigious Nordic Council Literature Prize. olive des olive The Nordic Council Literature Prize jury stating: "Sofi Oksanen's novel" clean-up "operation takes place in Estonia in two different time periods, but its themes - love, betrayal, power and powerlessness - knows no time limit. Unusual aptly and powerful language, the author shows the impact on the ordinary people leave the history and what are the repercussions of history today. " Rich and expressive language she interwove concrete historical facts - Estonian Soviet past - with such a vibrant and contemporary global problems of human trafficking in the Baltic Sea region. Sofi Oksanena was born in 1977
We recommend that you read the Maira Asare, "Right to write a book" of Jyväskylä, her mother is Estonian, Finnish father. Sofi has studied literature in Jyväskylä and Helsinki universities, while the drama she acquired the Helsinki Theatre Academy. Nordic Council of Ministers Office and Latvian publishing house "Jumava" in collaboration with the Embassy of Finland in Latvian Friday, March 4 at. 18:00 calls for negotiations with Sofi Oksanen - Finnish authors questioned the novel "clean up" the translator Maima Greenberg. The conversation will be translated into Latvian. The event will take place in the Nordic Council olive des olive of Ministers' Office in Riga, Marijas 13/3 (Berga Bazaar).
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