Tor Nørretranders (b. 1955), is a Danish author of popular science[?].
Tor Nørretranders was born in Copenhagen, Denmark.
Bibliography:
- Det generøse menneske. En naturhistorie om at umage giver mage. (November 5, 2002) Peoples Press
- The User Illusion (1998)
- English edition of Mærk verden
- Stedet som ikke er (1997), Aschehoug
- Person på en planet (1995), Aschehoug
- Verden vokser (1994), Aschehoug
- Mærk verden (1991), Gyldendal
- Det udelelige (1985), Gyldendal
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