Second paragraph of third story (“In August”):
| — Gick det bra? frågade Ina. De var för många. Och varför skulle de ha småbarna med sig, det var ju en minneshögtid? Vi glömde salladen. | “Did it go well?” Ina asked. “There were too many of them. And why did they bring the younger children? I mean, it was a memorial service. We forgot the salad.” |
A short book of great short stories by Tove Jansson, written in her seventies, reflecting on age, art, nature, gender, sexuality and life in general. None of these is long and they are all digestible; none has a sneaky twist but all are humane and insightful. Recommended. You can get it here.
This was both the shortest book acquired in 2017 which I had not yet read, and the non-genre book that had lingered longest on my shelves. Next on those piles respectively are 2024, by Robert Durward, and No, But I Saw the Movie, ed. David Wheeler.
