Snakker Ikke Norsk

A Norwegian teen show struggles to find the right tone.

On the international teen show Snakker Ikke Norsk ("I don't speak the lingo") on Radio Nova 99.3FM in Oslo (Sundays, 10am), listeners
are calling in to express their appreciation for Jens Stoltenberg, whose popularity - always immense - has climbed to Churchillian levels in recent weeks. "Jens was just so kind to the ducks yesterday," 17-year-old Amy says, sweetly neglecting, as an enraptured girlfriend might, to specify where the ducks were. "Oh, Amy," giggles the host, the twentysomething Jan. "I've never heard anyone who's so into a politician on a personal level!"

“For those of you who are, like, dead," continues Amy, fiercely, "Jens Stoltenberg is the babe who governs Norway and he's smokin'. I love his hair, I love his bicycle, I love his tight bum." Jan moves in for the kill. "Is he the hottest politician of the lot?" Amy replies: "Politicians aren't usually sexy, you know? I mean, Sarah Palin is kind of hot . . . but only if you take away her mouth and, like, brain. I just love Jens. He is thousands of times better than the two English prime ministers. Can you even name them?"

And on it goes, until someone plays an impressively early Talking Heads number. When we come back, however, Amy sounds quite desolate. How to start a relationship with Jens? Poke him on Facebook, suggests the producer Philipp. A modest person who usually makes it clear that he finds all attempts to bring him into proceedings fairly disconcerting, Philipp, when he does speak, tends to offer a path to compromise. Extremes are not his bag. He is, one feels, a man who, even when pushed to the absolute limit, would only shout, "Oh . . . fiddlesticks!" But Jens, Jens. "Well, we just love him all the more since . . . Utøya," admits Jan, and there follows a long pause.

In Oslo, in cafés and restaurants, everyone talks about the shootings all the time - a constant, low-level murmur - but nobody has quite settled yet on what language to apply to the incident. The atmosphere here remains phenomenally tender, like the inner membrane of an egg.
They are readers following a story who suddenly look up and say: "Where next?"

Antonia Quirke is an author and journalist. She is a presenter on The Film Programme and Pick of the Week (Radio 4) and Film 2015 and The One Show (BBC 1). She writes a column on radio for the New Statesman.

This article first appeared in the 26 September 2011 issue of the New Statesman, The fifty people who matter

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Sunjeev Sahota’s The Year of the Runaways: a subtle study of “economic migration”

Sahota’s Man Booker-shortlisted novel goes to places we would all rather not think about.

This summer’s crisis has reinforced the ­distinction that is often made between refugees, who deserve sanctuary because they are fleeing from conflict, and “economic migrants”, those coming to Europe in pursuit of “the good life”, who must be repelled at any cost. The entire bureaucratic and punitive capacity of our immigration system is pitted against these ne’er-do-wells and their impudent aspirations.

Sunjeev Sahota’s fine second novel, The Year of the Runaways, now shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize, takes a closer look at “economic migration”. Why do people – many of them educated, from loving families in peaceful communities – leave their old lives behind and come to Britain? Are they fleeing desperate circumstances or are they on the make? When they arrive here, do they find what they were looking for? Should we welcome them, or try to persuade them to stay at home? The book illuminates all of these questions while, much to its credit, offering no simple answers.

Sahota interweaves the stories of three people whose reasons for emigrating are as individual as they are. Both Avtar and Randeep are from Indian Sikh families that might be characterised as lower-middle-class. Avtar’s father has his own small business – a shawl shop – and Randeep’s father works for the government. Both boys are educated and Avtar, in particular, is smart and motivated. But with employment hard to come by and no social security net to fall back on, it doesn’t take much to make leaving the country seem like the only option. Avtar loses his job, his father’s business is failing and he has high hopes of earning enough to marry Lakhpreet, his girlfriend-on-the-sly. Randeep’s family’s finances fall apart after his father has a psychological breakdown; their only hope of maintaining a respectable lifestyle is for their eldest son to take his chances abroad.

For Tochi, the situation is very different. He is what used to be called an “untouchable” and, although people now use euphemisms (“scheduled”, or chamaar), the taboo remains as strong as ever. He comes to Britain not so much for financial reasons – although he is the poorest of the lot – but to escape the prejudice that killed his father, mother and pregnant sister.

Tying these disparate stories together is the book’s most intriguing character, Narinder, a British Sikh woman who comes to believe that it is her spiritual calling to rescue a desperate Indian by “visa marriage”. Narinder’s progress, from the very limited horizons for an obedient young woman to a greater sense of herself as an active participant in her destiny, reminded me of Nazneen, the protagonist in Monica Ali’s Brick Lane. But Narinder is a more thoughtful character and here the Hollywood-style journey of personal liberation is tempered by a recognition of the powerful bonds of tradition and family.

Once in Britain, Avtar, Randeep and Tochi enter a world of gangmasters, slum accommodation and zero job security, with an ever-present fear of “raids” by immigration officers. They work in fried chicken shops, down sewers, on building sites and cleaning nightclubs. Health care is off-limits for fear of immigration checks. Food is basic and the only charity comes from the gurdwara, or Sikh temple, which provides help in emergencies.

Avtar and Randeep struggle to send money back home while living in poverty and squalor that their families could barely imagine (at one point, Randeep notes with understandable bitterness that his mother has used his hard-earned contributions to buy herself a string of pearls). In the meantime, their desperation leads them to increasingly morally repellent behaviour, from selfishness to stealing and worse. Even if they do eventually find a measure of economic stability in Britain, they have done so at the cost of their better selves.

It has been pointed out that the novels on the Man Booker shortlist this year are even more depressing than usual and The Year of the Runaways certainly won’t have raised the laugh count. At times I had to put it down for a while, overwhelmed by tragedy after tragedy. It was the quality of Sahota’s prose and perceptions that brought me back. He is a wonderfully subtle writer who makes what he leaves unsaid as important as the words on the page. A wise and compassionate observer of humanity, he has gone to some dark places – places we would all rather not think about – to bring us this book. Whether we are prepared to extend a measure of his wisdom and compassion to real immigrants, in the real world, is another question.

“The Year of the Runaways” by Sunjeev Sahota is published by Picador (480pp, £14.99)

Alice O'Keeffe is an award-winning journalist and former arts editor of the New Statesman. She now works as a freelance writer and looks after two young children. You can find her on Twitter as @AliceOKeeffe.

This article first appeared in the 08 October 2015 issue of the New Statesman, Putin vs Isis