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"All his life Jan Myrdal has prided himself on being a maverick. Now this maverick has taken his place in the forefront of Swedish letters." "The son of Swedish Nobel laureates Alva and Gunnar Myrdal, the author here offers an unsentimental, deeply personal memoir of his childhood from five to 11...Through exercising brutal candor, Myrdal relates...magical times...as well as the anger and hurt caused by parents who could not seem to love him....This book is straightforwardly and beautifully written, successfully evoking emotions without manipulating the reader." "Remarkable...The viewpoint of the child...is acutely rendered. A chapter that begins, "One late winter day I drowned," blends hair-raising reality with the visionary...Yet, oddly enough, if the atmosphere of "Childhood" sometimes evokes an Ingmar Bergman film, passions congealing into icy solitude, the overall mood is tender and lyrical." "A gift to world literature." "His autobiography will remain alive in Swedish literature for a very long time...It is great literature."
"Artistically, the...truest thing any Swedish writer has written during the past few decades."
"Jan Myrdal is Sweden's best writer. Whenever he travels abroad it becomes silent in Sweden." "When he reworks episodes and events he visualizes them with almost hallucinatory sharpness. He is where he writes...he approaches the child's world with insight and absolute respect.... Need I say this is living literature?" |