The Summer Book by Tove Jansson.
Sommarboken (1972) translated from the Swedish by Thomas Teal (1974).
Foreword by Esther Freud.
Sort Of Books, 2003.
This is just the most perfect book; so perfect that I can scarcely bear to discuss it for fear of spoiling it. But I shall try; if at times I appear to be threading my way lightly round and through it, it’s because I fear my clumsy tread will destroy its sublime delicacy.
The Summer Book (Sommarboken in the original Swedish) is a lightly fictionalised account of a couple or so summers spent by Tove Jansson’s mother and six-year-old niece on a small island in the Gulf of Finland (that’s the stretch of water leading towards St Petersburg). Nothing much appears to happen and yet it’s so detailed you live every vicarious moment of every incident. Though Sophia’s father is occasionally in the background this is essentially a portrait of a grandmother and granddaughter’s relationship.
They squabble, they play games; they have deep philosophical discussions and have adventures. They explore theirs and other islands, they weather storms, interact with neighbours and range widely through the terrain of their imaginations. Short chapters with captivating titles — ‘Playing Venice’, ‘The Magic Forest’, ‘The Enormous Plastic Sausage’ or ‘The Crooks’, for instance — are so exquisite that a sensitive reader can only read one or at most two at a time, the better to savour and appreciate and ruminate on them. Little happens, but what does assumes great significance.
Running through it all is the sacred bond and unspoken love between grandchild and grandparent, one embarking on life, the other close to departing it; and yet there is nothing mawkish or melancholy about the to-and-fro between the pair of them, just the reality of an eternal present. Representatives of a wonderfully creative bohemian family, Signe and Sophia are the epitome of vivacity even when appearing to do nothing, simply because of the insights we get into their lively imaginations.
In actual life Signe had died aged 88 in 1970, and The Summer Book is both a portrait of and a memorial to Tove’s mother in the final years of her life. Despite creaking bones, perpetual tiredness and occasional irritability Signe’s brain retains a youthfulness that in part comes from interaction with a curious six-year-old, a child who swears, cries and imparts nuggets of wisdom in equal parts.
I’ve focused on a relationship but we mustn’t forget the eternal draw of the island, a microcosm of the world we live in, both isolating and insulating, where we can go to both lose and find ourselves. The minute observations of nature, of the changes in the season, of the constant adaptations required to survive in an island situation are all brought out with subtlety and sensitivity.
Esther Freud’s foreword (to be also read as an afterword, I would suggest) beautifully echoes the allure of this book: when she declares that she would need “a whole summer to discover everything there is to do” on the island she could also be suggesting that we’d need multiple re-readings — and then some — to discover all that this book has to offer.
But then, that’s the joy of perfection.
A post on the fine I read that in a book blog strongly recommended this novel to me; and Jake’s illustrated review on his brilliant Tygertale blog confirms my respect for it. I equally enjoyed Jansson’s Art in Nature, a collection of short stories translated by Thomas Teal who was also responsible for putting this novel into readable English.
In the 2018 Ultimate Reading Challenge this is a book by someone from another country (in this case, Finland).
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I’m a latecomer to the joys of Jansson, but have a copy of this one, alongside several of the new Mooomin editions. It sounds just wonderful. (And also an appropriate book title for ‘women in translation’ month hosted by Biblibio.)
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It is indeed wonderful, Annabel! Hope you get to read it for WIT month 🙂
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A splendid review of a beautiful book, Chris!
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Thank you, Paula, just off to check if you’ve reviewed it too and I missed it!
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Great review 🙂 This sounds absolutely wonderful and just my type of book.
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I’m sure you’ll love it! So glad my adulatory review is working its magic… 😁
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To think I never thought to look beyond Moomin!
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I’ve yet to fall under the Mooomin spell, was prejudiced as a youngster over what I saw as cutesy books but which I suspect hold a great deal of wisdom. With our own kids and grandkids we only forebore to read titles like Babar the Elephant, Blackberry Farm books and authors like Richard Scarry, Dr Seuss and Gunilla Wolde.
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I’ve just added this to my library reserve list — I’ll get it in less than 13 weeks! I’m sure it will be worth the wait.
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Hopefully before autumn sets in! I’m sure you won’t regret the read, at any rate.
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Haven’t read this one yet – but I do love the Moomin series! Jansson was an incredibly subtle and insightful writer, and from your review, Chris, I gather that the non-fiction books keep that level of style.
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Do read this, Ola, it is an absolute delight, uplifting, outstanding, in fact most of the positive superlatives I can think of! Now, myself, I’ve never read the Moomin series so that means we’re quits on that! 🙂
Incidentally, though based on Jansson’s own mother and niece, and also the island Tove and her brother built on, this book is actually a novel, for all its similarities with non-fiction works.
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This is such a tantalising review that I need to see if by any chance the local library carries this book.
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Do. I can’t recommend it highly enough.
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I’m slowly re-assimilating to the world with internet access and this was a great post to re-start my blog reading with. Beautiful review of a beautiful book!
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That’s so kind of you to say so, Johanna, and I’m so grateful for having had it recommended to me!
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Adding this to my TBR!
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You won’t regret it, I’m sure! 🙂
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What a lovely tale! I was blessed to have four grandparents the majority of my childhood. My children? One. My mother’s not exactly been shy about how she loves spending time with my daughter and not often my sons. I’m hoping that in time we can alter this, because every child deserves that special bond. x
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Absolutely, every child deserves not just one special bond but several, though sadly not all are fortunate enough. We need more love in the world, gentle or fierce it matters not.
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Beautifully said.
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Chris, Thanks to you I have finally read the old copy of The Summer Book I had picked up somewhere years ago because it was by the author of the Moomin books. What a revelation! I purposely didn’t read your lovely review before I had finished reading it, so as to have a pristine experience. I’m still living in the world it created, in a kind of end-of-summer trance. I too will try to write something on it–but as you say in yours, one hardly dares to do so for fear of damaging that perfection. What a remarkable woman she was.
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I’m glad you enjoyed this, Josna, and had similar reactions to mine; and as a summer read it’s hard to imagine anything more appropriate. A remarkable woman indeed!
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Yes, Chris, and it’s all the more interesting to consider the Magic Forest and the world of the island in this book alongside Moomin Valley. J
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Always good to have a visual orientation for the places described! 🙂
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I agree, it is the most perfect book. I’ve only read it once but it stays with me and one day I’ll read it again.
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I also want to read it again, Jane, yet I imagine my first read was also ‘the most perfect’ read and I’m fearful a revisit will dissipate the magic I retain in my memory!
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