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I was born and raised in Gothenburg, Sweden.

I learned to read when I was four. My trick was to ask my mother what the store signs read as we passed by with the streetcar. She didn't realize I took in her answers as reading lessons. When I turned pages in the morning paper she thought I was looking at the pictures. One day when I was struggling with the movie ads, I asked her what "whore" meant. That's when she discovered I could read. It didn't make her happy, though, she thought it horrible that a little boy spoke such words.

My first school year was boring. I already knew reading, writing and simple arithmetic. I never really got over this aversion and after High School I decided to make a pause in my training. That pause is still going on though I learned commercial art in my late twenties.


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My father sailed around the world as a chief engineer in the merchant navy so I didn't see him much during my childhood. But he was a poetry lover and guided me into the magic world of literature.

After school I spent a couple of years exploring the world as a young sailor. I had been around a little with my father when I was twelve. These were very instructive periods of my life. The inexpressible poverty I encountered at some places has stayed in my mind. I realized what a privilege it is to live in a prosperous country. I happened to be in Los Angeles when President Kennedy was assassinated and shared the shock and the sorrow with the American people.

As a commercial artist I worked for shipping companies, making drawings for brochures, magazines and merchant navy instruction films. I also took on assignments as a photographer.

The computer era changed my life in more than one respect. The diagrams and maps I had made with my pen could suddenly be clicked up and altered in numerous ways by anyone - buildings and ships were as easily manipulated by skilled operators. But this era also meant an opportunity to approach a world wide audience through Internet, this marvelous communication instrument.

So I made an old dream of mine come true - fiction writing. Back in school my teacher of English, a British Gentleman from Manchester had discovered my aptitude for language. He opened my eyes to writers like Hemingway, Faulkner, Steinbeck, Somerset Maugham, Graham Greene and others. This became the start of a life-long devotion for Anglo-Saxon and Anglo-American literature.

Like most people who write for publishing, I have a vast experience of rejection. Over the years 2000-2002 I published four thrillers with a subsidy publisher in England. 2004 I signed a contract for my fifth thriller 'Fragments of Decency' with PublishAmerica. The book was published May 2005. The same publisher released my sixth book 'On No Account' April 2006.

Over the years I've had jobs like tourist informer, librarian assistant, translator, evening class teacher and others. Each of them taught me a little more about the human nature, a learning that comes in handy when I write my stories. Watching life's theater has been my favorite pastime since many years.

Right now I'm working on a mainstream novel about a beautiful young woman who due to misfortune has to leave Chicago. She settles in small town Pickers Point in western Illinois. The story involves excitement, misfortune, philosophy, music, erotic, humor, action and conspiracy. The title of the book is THE BIGGER THEY ARE, referring to the old proverb 'the bigger they are, the heavier they fall'. Click to read more

 

 


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Already as a child I was known as a loner. I began reading books when I was six, mostly adventure books about animals and far away places.

My favorite school subject was composition-writing. Throughout my school time I had the best marks. I also liked art, languages, and sports. I didn't like arithmetic, physics and chemistry.

I was twelve when my parent's got divorced. This didn't make much practical difference since my father anyway had been away most of the time, but my mother had to sell our house. I maintained a close relationship to my father for the rest of his life.

Today I live with my wife in a small house in the south Swedish inland.

 


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