
My most recent read was The True Deceiver by Tove Jansson, one of Finland's most widely read authors. It is for her Moomin books—a series of graphic novel/comic strip/innovative kid's books—that she is most famous for...
(The Book About Momin, Mymble and Little My in on A's Staff Favorite Kid's Books Display)
The True Deceiver, though Jansson supposedly wrote it for eight-year-olds, is not to be taken lightly. This books describes, as Ali Smith puts it in her Introduction, "...a sharply pertinent discourse on the relationships between art, nature, fame and identity; a discussion of the place and role of the artist and of the mysterious sources of creativity." There is so much depth to this sleek, beautiful tale; so much loneliness and so much sadness.
The story of Katri Kling, her brother Mats and Anna Aemelin, the small town's resident celebrity and recluse, is a psychiatric thriller without the usual deception in plot, it merely compels you quickly through the landscape and the long winter months. It is, as I said before, a terribly beautiful book.
