This is not a short book, but it's also not a long
read. Of course, if you're not really
into it, and I wasn't, it seems like a very long read. I enjoy humor as much as the next person, but
this is more of a farce, and, at the risk of sounding like a heretic, I think
farces work better as theatre, or even movies.
Think Shakespeare or Molière, or perhaps Forrest Gump, to whom our 100-year-old
man, Allan Karlsson, has been compared by other reviewers. Certainly the book was better than the movie
in that case as well. Here we have Allan,
a Swede who escapes from the old folks' home and has a series of ridiculous
adventures in which someone usually gets killed in some absurd manner, such as
being squashed by an elephant. Of
course, the victims are usually baddies, but then Allan has stolen a suitcase,
so he's not exactly blameless. Before
long, Allan and his merry band of hangers-on, who are not necessarily good
citizens either, are on the lam. Their
moral turpitude makes them a target for inept law enforcement officials, who
suspect foul play but have no real evidence of criminal activity. Allan and his
entourage are equally inept, or they wouldn't be leaving corpses in their
wake. His present-day escapades are
interleaved with past experiences, which usually involve a famous historical
figure or event. Does that sound
familiar? This book is not for everybody
and certainly not for me.
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