utopos publishing

an imprint of Tankebanen forlag

The poem-hedgehog bound to spend its days in search of some dark hiding-place until night falls and traffic, like unwanted fame, brings headlights streaked across a hostile sky.

Christopher Norris, Hedgehogs

The Time Traveller was one of those men who are too clever to be believed: you always suspected some subtle reserve, some ingenuity in ambush, behind his lucid frankness.

H.G. Wells, The Time Machine

Any one who’s worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, with extravagant enthusiasm.

Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room

You walk into a picture of yourself. You enter a room that is empty. You’re already here.

Laus Strandby Nielsen, The Black Wall

An almost melancholy voice sobbed, ‘Let me in – let me in! I’m come home, I’d lost my way on the moor!’

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

There is a drowsy, heavy state, between sleeping and waking, when a mortal forms some glimmering conception of his mighty powers.

Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist

Our latest publications:

Hedgehogs cover image

Hedgehogs: verse-reflections after Derrida, by Christopher Norris.

Softbound E-book
Time Machine cover image

The Time Machine, by H.G. Wells. Edited and introduced by Poul Houe.

Softbound E-book
Jacob's Room cover image

Jacob’s Room, by Virginia Woolf. Edited and introduced by Monika Žagar.

Softbound E-book

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