Jonas Jonasson has done it again. And just as entertainingly. If you liked "The Hundred Year Old Man Who Jumped Out the Window and Disappeared", you will love the protagonist's views on modern politics: Trump, the Supreme Leader, Angela Merkel, uranium and Kenyan safaris in "The Accidental Further Adventures of the Hundred Year Old Man".
If you haven't read the first book, this one can be enjoyed as a stand-alone. Chances are, you'll read the other one as soon as you've finished this one, anyway.
The news on Allan’s black tablet had the curious habit of
being both big and small. Mostly big, unpleasantly enough.
Allan sought out the small and charming but got the rest of
it into the bargain. It was impossible to see the molehills for
During his first hundred years of life, Allan had never
reflected upon the bigger picture. Now his new toy was telling
him that the world was in a dreadful state. And reminding
him of why he had, once upon a time, rightly chosen to
turn his back on it and think only of himself.
He recalled his early years as an errand boy at the gunpowder
factory in Flen. There, half the workers had devoted their
free time to longing for a red revolution, while the other half
was horrified at the threat from China and Japan.
understanding of the Yellow Peril was nurtured by novels
and booklets that depicted a scenario in which the white
world was devoured by the yellow one.
Allan did not care about such nuances, and he continued
along the same path after the Second World War when
brown shirts made brown the ugliest colour of them all. He
noticed this as little then as he did the next time people
converged around an ideological expression.
This time it was
more a longing for something than away from it. Peace on
earth was in, and so were floral VW buses and, frequently,
hash. Everyone loved everyone else, except Allan, who didn’t love anyone or anything. Except his cat. Not that he was
bitter: he just was.
The flowery era of life lasted until Margaret Thatcher and
Ronald Reagan took over in their respective realms. They
thought it was more practical to love oneself and one’s own
successes. But if you insisted on disliking someone it should
be the Russians. Essentially there were no other threats, and
when Reagan killed Soviet Communism simply by talking
about sending missiles from space, it was peace and joy for
all, except the half of humanity who had no daily food and
the several thousand British miners who no longer had a
mine to go to.
The new view was that there was no reason to
care about your neighbour; it was enough to tolerate him or
her. And people did, until the winds of change blew once
A bit unexpectedly, perhaps, the brown-shirt ideology
made a comeback. Not by way of Germany this time, at least
not fi rst and foremost. Or even second and middlemost.
in a number of other countries it was in. The United States
wasn’t fi rst among them, but it soon became the most noticeable,
thanks to its recently elected president. It was impossible
to say how much he really believed in it: that seemed to
change from day to day. But the old adage about doing
something yourself if you want it done right wouldn’t suffice:
it was time to point out external threats to the white Western
lives we all deserved to live.