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<p><em>The telegram reaches Sweden on the morning of Friday, 10 December 1896. Sixty-three-year-old Alfred Nobel has passed away quickly and unexpectedly during the night, at his villa in the Italian city of San Remo. The news makes it into Afton­bladet the same day. 'Every educated Swede feels sorrow at the loss of one of their greatest countrymen,' writes the newspaper, while avoiding the question that will soon be on every-one's lips: Who will now inherit his riches?</em></p><p></p><p>NOBEL: The Enigmatic Alfred and His Prizes is the fascinating story of the path from Alfred Nobel's youth to the high-stakes drama that enveloped the dynamite king's last will and testament. Set against the backdrop of cities such as St Petersburg, Hamburg and Paris, and framed by family quarrels, heartbreak, successes and betrayals, NOBEL is also a captivating account of nineteenthcentury Europe that explores its political currents, literary treasures and scienti?c genius. This is a story about breaking boundaries. The awardwinning author and journalist Ingrid Carlberg has combed through archives in multiple countries, unearthing hitherto unknown sources that cast new light on the man who dreamed of doing good for humanity. She combines the researcher's scholarly rigour with the readability and verve of a narrative journalist. In NOBEL, she has written the ?rst cohesive, comprehensive work to tell the story of Alfred Nobel and the background to the Nobel prizes.</p><p></p><p>Ingrid Carlberg (b. 1961) is a writer, journalist and since 2020 member of the Swedish Academy.</p>

<p>Is there any other country in the world that so perplexes you with its names? Last time I was clear and things were clear. Now I am ambiguous and vague. Everything is ambiguous and vague. </p><p>A fierce and moving memoir on returning to Palestine, the meaning of exile and homeland, and the habitual place and status of a person, from Palestinian poet Mourid Barghouti. Barred from his homeland after 1967s Six-Day War, Barghouti spent thirty years in exile shuttling among the worlds cities, yet secure in none of them; separated from his family for years at a time; never certain whether he was a visitor, a refugee, a citizen, or a guest.</p><p>As he returns home for the first time since the Israeli occupation, Barghouti crosses a wooden bridge over the Jordan River into Ramallah and is unable to recognize the city of his youth. Sifting through memories of the old Palestine as they come up against what he now encounters in this mere idea of Palestine, he discovers how the joy of return and reunion is accompanied by a feeling of insurmountable loss. </p><p>A tour de force of memory and reflection, lamentation and resilience, I Saw Ramallah is a deeply humane book, essential to any balanced understanding of todays Middle East, and a lamentation on the conditions of exile.</p>