This is the sort of book you may pick up and read purely based on the title (see also ‘A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian’ and ‘The War of Don Emmanuel’s Nether Parts’). In my case, that’s partly true, but also because it was on special offer on the Kindle.
Originally written in Swedish, it follows the adventures of said 100 year old man, Allan Karlsson. Recently moved into a residential home, Allan is alert and spritely for his age and certainly not ready to slow down. After making his escape, he spontaneously steals a suitcase and travels across Sweden, creating a motley crew of friends along the way (including a pet elephant). What Allan doesn’t anticipate is that the suitcase contains thousands in stolen cash and he unknowingly is being chased by a psychotic drug-dealing motorcycle gang leader and the police.
Alongside this story is the story of Allan’s long life, his achievements and political allies. It’s a sort of Forrest Gumpian story, with Allan creating the A-Bomb, befriending Truman, Stalin, Mao and Franco throughout the years.
Ok, so it’s not great literature, but it is an entertaining read. It’s easy enough to get into and reads pretty well. I did find myself wondering when it would end though. I reckon it could do with being ¾ quarters of the length it is. There are only so many world leaders Allan can befriend after all, even after 100 years on the planet.
“I shall destroy capitalism! Do you hear! I shall destroy every single capitalist! And I shall start with you, you dog, if you don’t help us with the bomb!’
Allan noted that he had managed to be both a rat and a dog in the course of a minute or so. And that Stalin was being rather inconsistent, because now he wanted to use Allan’s services after all.
But Allan wasn’t going to sit there and listen to this abuse any longer. He had come to Moscow to help them out, not to be shouted at. Stalin would have to manage on his own.
‘I’ve been thinking,’ said Allan.
‘What,’ said Stalin angrily.
‘Why don’t you shave off that moustache?’
With that the dinner was over, because the interpreter fainted.”
If you liked the Scandinavian motorcycle gangs you might like The Girl Who Played With Fire
If you like the eccentricities in old age you might like Mr. Rosenblum’s List