Rebecca Rosmarie is half French, half English but got married to a Norwegian and ended up on Oslo’s west-end. She is a translator and work for the same pulp fiction publisher as Aslaug Astrid Surtebogen. The contents of the books she translator has in no way affected Rebecca Rosmarie to the same extent as it has Aslaug Astrid, she has a much greater ability to distinguish between fantasy and reality than the consultant. Rebecca Rosmarie has after a harrowing divorce married again, and this she calls a real marriage, which is to say that she found it prudent to marry a shameful rich man she does not feel anything for in particular.
Rebecca Rosmarie is childless and satisfied with it. She gets surprisingly fast bored with the other regulars when they embark on their children’s excellence. She has herself been a victim of parents who tried and realize their own dreams through their daughter and recognized it all when she heard the other boast about their plans for their children. Rebecca Rosmarie parents wanted her to be a writer or at least an interpreter at the United Nations, something she never considered after she had finished Philology studies at Oslo University.
And translate mawkish pulp fiction suits Rebecca Rosmarie very well. She works quickly and therefore has plenty of leisure time that she can spend at Moxie’s, gossiping with the other regulars as she downs one latte with a port chaser after the other. It’s a dirty job, but someone’s got to do it, she usually says. That it does not pay much she chooses not to mention, as she has both married into money and has inherited loads from her own parents.