It's a sad dawn in the country of childhood. Astrid Lindgren is gone, and perhaps no person has been such an important uniting force for Swedes since Bellman and Taube. We rarely wave our national flag, but gladly show off
Astrid.
Above all, I would like to emphasize the special importance Astrid Lindgren has had for me and millions of other girls, not only in Sweden, but in the whole world. Astrid isn't just a uniting force, but also a liberating and rebellous one. Amongst Winnie the Pooh, Le Petit Prince, Babar, Dennis
the Menace and Peter Pan, we suddenly have a Lotta, a Mischievous Meg, a Ronia the Robber's daughter, and last but not least a Pippi Longstocking.
When Lotta runs away from home and cuts her white cardigan into shreds, when Mischievous Meg tries to fly with her umbrella from the roof of the woodshed, when Ronia gets into a fight with her father and releases the "springtime
scream", and when Pippi with her monkey Mr Nilsson on her shoulder refuses to behave at the coffee party, and throws up a bunch of boys in the trees, a feeling of true happiness enters the hearts of the reading girls. You have
the right to be just like that, a little crazy actually.
To me, Astrid Lindgren has been the pep talk of all times. Astrid allows all her Pippi-like girls cross the limits, she liberates the girls from traditional girly categories such as decency and goodness, and lets them soar freely and unpredictably.
With Astrid Lindgren came the girls that dared, that were noisy, that were different, that "gave tit for tat", that were extremely verbal, that were imaginative, funny and absolutely fantastic. Girls with provocative characters, around which exciting stories could circulate, girls that weren't just passive subordinate characters, which still is the norm in children's books and literature in general. Yes, girls like us could simply recognize ourselves. Thanks Astrid for everything you've written, but especially for this.