I read an interesting article on the train today about how two publishing groups, centred around the two dominant publishing houses Bonniers and Norstedts, are turning Sweden into a "stack 'em high and sell 'em cheap" paradise for greedy capitalists who know little about the book world except that it can make a profit for tough players. The article was written by Per I Gedin, who was an editor at Bonniers, Wahlstr?m & Widstrand and Gedins, all three well-known publishing houses in Sweden. And Gedin was also the Chairman at one time of the Swedish Publishers' Association.
So this attack on commercialism is not coming from all those ex-Communists who are now eager to sell their souls and crime novels to commercialist philistine capitalism, but by a man who has been in the thick of it himself. And what should shock the Left even more is that this counterblast was published in the centre-right quality daily Svenska Dagbladet (SvD), rather than the centre-left quality daily Dagens Nyheter.
SvD also had an interesting article last Tuesday, also one you would have expected in a more left-wing newspaper. Here, the journalist Gunilla von Hall writes about how Swedish literature is being promoted at the Geneva Book Fair by pretty dodgy oil interests, including a company where the Russians are involved.
I'm glad to see that there are voices in Sweden which are not wholly supine when it comes to selling the country for profit-without-culture. I am, at the same time, reading the interesting novel "Svarta fanor" (Black Banners), written in the late 19th century by one August Strindberg. Whatever Bj?rn may say about my writing "shit" about Sara Stridsberg, I am glad that Swedish authors have not all sold themselves to sensationalist commercialism (two ounces of p?dophilia, one rape or swede, a few stabbings, and a bit of murder, stir like hell and sell, sell, sell). Bring back irascible misogynist, anti-Semitic boor of working class origin Johan August Strindberg as quickly as possible. We shall not say "all is forgiven" because surely not everyone held Strindberg's "rants" (thank-you Mirabell) as the ravings of a madman. He did go a bit nuts now and again, but presumably because of the insufferable hypocrites and sycophants surrounding him.