How can you not pick up a book with such a delightful title? I was sure that the book would be entertaining, at least in parts, and I was definitely not disappointed.
Allan Karlsson climbs out of the window of his room in his retirement home, on the eve of his hundredth birthday party. He goes to a bus station, intending to travel as far as the money in his pocket will allow. At the bus station, he ends up carrying off a suitcase belonging to a member of a drug dealing biker gang, and ends up having the police, the criminals and a bunch of others on his tail.
The story goes back and forth between Allan’s escapades in the present day, and the adventures he has been up to in his hundred years of life, and I don’t know which is more entertaining. Because of his knowledge about blowing up things, Allan meets a succession of international leaders, from Harry Truman to Stalin to Mao Zedong. In the present day, he gathers travel companions as he goes from one place to another, all of who join for the briefcase contents, but stay for something more.
Comic novels are difficult to write, and Jonasson does an admirable job maintaining the tempo and the suspension of disbelief throughout. With quirky characters and even quirkier antics, the book reads like a breeze.