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She describes his last moments, his unfinished final novel "Delirium, and the shock of his unexpected death. "It was so sad, because he moved his lips, and it was clear he had a lot on his heart, says Pitz, looking out over the garden from the terrace of the villa in Solveien where the couple lived together for 32 of their 50 years together. "Maybe he just said: 'Take care of my hedge, she smiles.

Jacobsen had been fighting for several weeks. The very last heart operation had gone well, and he was already up and walking the corridors at Rikshospitalet. "He didn't think he was going to die now.

Neither did we, says Pitz, adding: "Roy simply had bad luck! It came as a shock. While his heart was now viable — he described it himself as a heart of Gore-Tex — it was his lungs that failed.

He developed pulmonary fibrosis, the disease that became common knowledge after Crown Princess Mette-Marit came forward with the diagnosis. "He had an inflammation that meant the lungs couldn't get rid of waste materials. They simply became stiff, Pitz explains.

At no point did Pitz think Roy wouldn't survive. "So when the doctors one day said they could no longer keep him alive, I just became a spectator and thought it couldn't be true. We didn't see it coming, she says, looking down.

"It was a terrible experience, and those days I walked around as if in a trance. She has thought a lot about what he was trying to say at the end. "He couldn't speak, and I've wondered a lot what he wanted to say.

Maybe he said: 'Take care of the kids. Enjoy yourself in the house, in your garden. Maybe he said: 'Don't sell anything, stay living in the Castle.

That's what the kids called our house, she says, continuing: "Or maybe he said: 'The manuscript is on the machine... When Pitz went into his computer after his death, she found the manuscript for the book "Delirium, which comes out on August 27. Jacobsen had surprised them all with how finished it was. "It was a great comfort. Reading this book after his death, and still hearing the voice that was more clearly than ever his.

They were his sentences, those long sentences that still find their end, she says. The book deals with old age, friendship, loneliness, life and death — and how life and death so inexorably belong together. And about the state between life and death.

Jacobsen himself experienced delirium in connection with his first acute heart admission in late autumn 2023. "He himself said it was like being attacked by shadows that resembled large bats — that it was impossible to defend against. Afterwards he thought it left its mark, that his brain never became quite the same again, Pitz recounts. Around the house lie small, black or green Moleskine notebooks.

On a shelf stands a heavy, large, red ceramic fish that Roy absolutely had to bring home from their holiday in Sicily at the beginning of last year. On Sicily he had immediately installed himself in the smallest room with his Mac and notebooks — and Pitz understood then that he was well underway with a new novel: what is now "Delirium. "He got what I call the writer's gaze.

Where I understand he hasn't heard a thing of what I've said, where I see the gaze go somewhere else, where he suddenly just has to note something — or just disappear to write, she says. "He was a writer who went through his manuscripts many times before he let me read. He wanted it to be finished.

He didn't talk about what he was working on during the process either. But sometimes he could come down from his writing loft and state: It's not becoming a novel! But then it changed again, and a couple of weeks later he could say: It's becoming a novel!

She shows us up the crooked stairs to the writing study in the loft. Here he staggered up and down — right up until the last admission. The chair is far too empty.

Clichéd empty, she thinks. Here Roy Jacobsen sat and wrote with a view over Bunnefjorden. He was weakened after the heart operations and struggled with his memory — something that has found a place in the novel that would become his last.