
By Andreas Øverland
A mother unravels, slowly and methodically, in her own home - with her son as the only witness. I Don’t Know, I Wasn’t There is a genre-defying novel, pulsing with vulnerability…
A mother unravels, slowly and methodically, in her own home - with her son as the only witness. I Don’t Know, I Wasn’t There is a genre-defying novel, pulsing with vulnerability and power. Set in a bright apartment in Haugerud that gradually darkens, the story captures the quiet devastation of a family in collapse.
Told in a voice that is both poetic and unflinching, this is a novel about emotional inheritance, silence, and the fragile line between love and destruction.