The story opens with Allan Karlsson sitting in his room in the middle of the nursing home, staying for his 100th birthday to be celebrated in a boring way, when he suddenly has the idea to make a little change by climbing through the door. book, also where to go next. I don't know. And that's also the morning of a strange adventure, veritably messy and extremely heady.
Along with the adventure of the hundred-time-old Karlsson, his inversely noble youth is also recreated. The further we read, the further we incontinently understand, at such a youthful age, what a hundred-time-old Karlsson must be. ultramodern world history is presented in the most monstrous way possible, with a youthful Karlsson at the center of the frame. Looking at Karlsson's whole life, people wonder if he is really" a saint who treats fools" or" great wisdom pretends to be stupid."
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Jonas Jonasson's liar style reminds me of Astrid Lindgren with Pippi socks, and in this case, of course, Karlsson is an old interpretation of Pippi. With a jocund voice that does not bother to hide, the author calmly tells ridiculous stories that are extremely delicate to help, making the anthology know that he's a big fabricator but still can not stop. After all, reading a book by a smart fibber is like drinking iced tea with a wise man who tells a story. It's so long, but it's still pleasurable.