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Hakan Lindquist

3.8/5 ( ratings)
I was born and raised in the small coastal town Oskarshamn, in Småland, Sweden. I grew up with three brothers and three sisters. My earliest memory is from the small one-room apartment where we lived until I was fourteen months old. I’m sitting on the floor – or rather on the potty – watching my parents. The picture is very vivid. My parents are sitting by the kitchen table, they are deeply absorbed by some game. It’s evening. There’s a lamp hanging over the table. The light almost reaches the door at the other end of the room. The door is ajar. Behind it, my three elder brothers are sleeping. It’s one early memory. One of many.

During my childhood I lived in Döderhult, just outside Oskarshamn. I moved away from my family when I was sixteen, two months after I had finished the nine-year compulsory school. When I was nineteen I moved to Stockholm, where I still live. Since a couple of years, my friend and I also have a small apartment in Berlin.

I have been working with lots of different things in Stockholm, in hotels, within child care, in a book store and in a large record store. During several summers, I’ve been working with creative writing camps for children and teenagers. I have also visited schools to read from my books or to talk about my writing. For a couple of years, I have also been working for the RFSL, in leading discussion groups for young bi- or homosexual boys and girls. During those years, I also initiated the same kind of discussion groups for people older than 25 – men and women who, for one reason or another never dared to come out as bi- or homosexuals. These groups were an immediate success.

I have been writing stories since I was a child. The earliest stories that I still have, were written when I was seven or eight. Simple stories, very often about a little boy looking for friends. Well...

Hakan Lindquist

3.8/5 ( ratings)
I was born and raised in the small coastal town Oskarshamn, in Småland, Sweden. I grew up with three brothers and three sisters. My earliest memory is from the small one-room apartment where we lived until I was fourteen months old. I’m sitting on the floor – or rather on the potty – watching my parents. The picture is very vivid. My parents are sitting by the kitchen table, they are deeply absorbed by some game. It’s evening. There’s a lamp hanging over the table. The light almost reaches the door at the other end of the room. The door is ajar. Behind it, my three elder brothers are sleeping. It’s one early memory. One of many.

During my childhood I lived in Döderhult, just outside Oskarshamn. I moved away from my family when I was sixteen, two months after I had finished the nine-year compulsory school. When I was nineteen I moved to Stockholm, where I still live. Since a couple of years, my friend and I also have a small apartment in Berlin.

I have been working with lots of different things in Stockholm, in hotels, within child care, in a book store and in a large record store. During several summers, I’ve been working with creative writing camps for children and teenagers. I have also visited schools to read from my books or to talk about my writing. For a couple of years, I have also been working for the RFSL, in leading discussion groups for young bi- or homosexual boys and girls. During those years, I also initiated the same kind of discussion groups for people older than 25 – men and women who, for one reason or another never dared to come out as bi- or homosexuals. These groups were an immediate success.

I have been writing stories since I was a child. The earliest stories that I still have, were written when I was seven or eight. Simple stories, very often about a little boy looking for friends. Well...

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