Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
“The precariousness of travel is revealed in this unnerving new collection of stories.”
Introduced by Ali Smith
Translated for the first time from the Swedish by Silvester Mazzarella
Translated into English for the first time, Travelling Light takes us into new Tove Jansson territory.
A professor arrives in a beautiful Spanish village only to find that her host has left and she must cope with fractious neighbours alone; a holiday on a Finnish Island is thrown into disarray by an oddly intrusive child; an artist returns from abroad to discover that her past has been eerily usurped.
With the deceptively light prose that is her hallmark, Tove Jansson reveals to us the precariousness of a journey – the unease we feel at being placed outside of our millieu, the restlessness and shadows that intrude upon a summer.
safety razor in the bathroom: perhaps a man had to move out because of me. Viktoria put on her hat and coat, poured a saucer of milk for the cats and went out. The morning was chilly; the sun had barely risen above the crest of the mountain. The village street ended in the square, a pretty little place with a pump in the middle and several trees which had not yet put out leaves; she must find out what they were. Plane trees perhaps? There was the shop, and José’s Café and a big yellow letterbox
biggest one all year,” Josephine assured her. “Everyone does just what they want, and to hell with everybody else, just footloose and fancy-free! Hurry up; we haven’t got all day! We stopped at your place but you weren’t there. This is Mabel and Ellen and Jackie. Here, have a tipple of this! We’re going to a party!” It was whisky again. They drove down the hill at a dizzying speed. One of Josephine’s friends had started singing. Viktoria looked out anxiously for X; it wouldn’t do at all for X to
“Try and eat something. You’re getting much too thin.” She took down the household book and entered the new cans of sauerkraut on the Vegetables page. Very soon Kristian started talking about the window. They had to open it, free it up and let in the daylight again. He couldn’t stand this darkness any longer. “But they’ll get in!” Emily exclaimed. “they’ll find us in no time and take all the food I’ve been shopping for! Kris, please do try to understand. You have no idea what I’ve seen! The
many children in every class, in every bloody class. And if you stand up to them, it just makes it worse. Don’t say it. I’m going to sleep.” * * * Towards evening he went out to have a look at the eider. Two gulls were giving a strange performance on the rock slope nearby. With a rapid series of short sharp cries and powerfully flapping wings, the cock besieged his hen. Arne went back inside. “It’s bestial,” he said. “It’s disgusting.” “Do you think so? I think it’s beautiful. Shall we have
They’ll stay for a while, long enough, don’t you think? And it’s only just around the corner.” “Okay, let’s do it,” I said, and he laughed. Brunnspark was beautiful: everything growing and bursting into leaf. Suddenly I wasn’t tired any more; all I knew was that Jonny was happy. We all stopped in front of a large bird-cherry tree that was already in full bloom, shining chalk-white in the spring night. As I looked at the tree, it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t loved Jonny the way I could