
I read Tove Jansson’s Winter Book about two months ago. How do you pin down a book like this? It’s beginning to look as if I don’t. Probably best to leave it to the experts.
Philip Pullman is the man for my money, as he waxes lyrical with respect to this collection: “They are as tough as good rope, these stories, as smooth and odd and beautiful as sea-worn driftwood, as full of light and air and wind as the Nordic summer.”
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The Summer Book. Wonderful. Only one minor (and largely self-inflicted) complaint: semi-autobiographical, the blurb and the foreword give factual particulars that do not appear within the novel. Factual they may be, but the novel is fiction. I wished I had not made myself party to the unauthorised information because this is a book with an astute and calculating author. Everything is told or not told with good reason.
The Summer Book, I had thought, would make superb holiday reading for Scotland. Even the cover put me optimistically in mind of the Highlands.
In some sense, a light weight volume, but worth reading for several reasons. Least significantly, a Finnish writer to add to my list for the Fifteen Countries Challenge but, more importantly, a children’s book which, unusually, spans my daughters’ age range of 4-10 years, although I cannot vouch that every four-year old would have sufficient attention span (mine normally does not), nor that every ten-year old would not have progressed beyond such charming whimsicality. It also features some intriguing ideas…