For light relief I read a Swedish house magazine once a month. In a recent copy there was an advertisement for a chain of department stores called Åhléns, showing a photo of a room full of lovely things they sell and that you might want for your home. I have to admit I shop with them when I’m there. They are reasonably cheap and do have great stuff.
However I sat and puzzled for a long time over one item in the photo, before the penny dropped. They have the thriller writer Jan Guillou (he with the sexist ideas of too many female sleuths) sitting on top of a bookcase, and he is priced at 169 kronor. That’s about £14, and felt fairly cheap for a human being, even if it’s Jan Guillou. I know, I know; most of you have already cottoned on to the fact that the thing they sell is the book. His book. That’s why he sits on the bookcase.
Don’t know why I’m so slow.
Jan also turned up on the recent BBC4 programme on Kurt Wallander, inciting hatred against the Danes.