What are we to make of the title Dark Paradise? Addiction, madness, murder, suicide, and general sordidness suffuse the tiny character vignettes of which it consists. Grace flares only weakly in the general gloom. On Christmas Day, a man blunders up a hill—"perhaps there he would see himself more clearly"—falls asleep in an ice storm, and wakes with a lightened heart, somehow. The target of a failed rape takes her assailant home for sex; when he wakes, she's gone, and he leaves. A girl picks up a photo discarded on a beach and, in bed that night, kisses it. Those three sketches of meager satisfactions are as cheery as the collection gets. Like the rest, they are highly wrought, utterly nonjudgmental and noncommital; not a word is wasted, much less an emotion. So much for their darkness. Perhaps the advanced welfare state in which the poor, ill-educated, often stupid characters live and mostly don't work is the paradise of the title. If it is, then this is savage satire indeed, more misanthropic than antiliberal.
Ray Olson
Booklist
"Ever felt like sticking a knife in somebody? Rosa Liksom does it all the time. OK, only in prose, but tearless prose."
Guardian "As a short story writer Rosa Liksom is one of the most promising for many years in Finnish literature."
Books from Finland "Reading this collection by post-feminist, post-modernist, post-punk Rosa Liksom is like being spat at: unpleasant, but shockingly memorable. . . . Short, sharp shocks for modern life."
Insight Books