<p>In <i>Last Year was a Long Night </i>we follow the wanderings of a nameless protagonist through Oslo¿s underworld, a realm where alcohol, drugs, tall tales, superficial acquaintances, dirty money, one night stands, fights and tragic destinies throng together, staggering from bar to bar through the wintry night. And like a dark shadow hanging over it all: a dead father, an unusual childhood and a crippled romance.</p><p>Excerpt:</p><p>I want to catch a bus that leaves in twelve minutes, call my Dad and be finished with that by the time we get downtown, make a short stop at Robinet, where I get a special discount since I used to work there, order half a pint and two fingers of Fernet, try to steady my nerves, send a text to Pettersen and get him to make a small delivery, pop in to the crapper and pee through my arse, snort a couple of fat lines, feel better, kiss the mirror, order another round, roll my eyes and grin while I lie through my grating teeth to people I hardly know. I¿m out of the door in less than a minute, I just get up and go.</p><p>REVIEWS:</p><p>These are 'Friends' in hell. Or at least in Oslo. ... Within its screwed, crooked frames, the story works well. <i><b>Dagens Næringsliv</b></i></p><p>Kjørsvik writes well, the book is fun, and he also manages to get a wound undertone that gives the story a deeper sound base. <i><b>Adresseavisen</b></i></p><p>Joakim Kjørsvik writes cruel and honest about the city's less stressful people. <i><b>Dagbladet</b></i></p><p>It's bad and raw stories that are told. But at the same time it is done with a drive that hardly avoids grasping. <b><i>Hamar Arbeiderblad</i></b></p><p>Joakim Kjørsvik is a good publisher with a sense of comedy in the tragic. <b><i>Dag og Tid</i></b></p>