Veijo Meri was a Finnish writer. Much of his work focused on war and its absurdity. The work is anti-war and has dark humor. Born in Viipuri (today Vyborg, Russia), Meri graduated from secondary school in Hämeenlinna, then studied history and became an independent writer. His diverse body of work included novels, short stories, poetry, and essays.
Veijo Meri is a well-canonized Finnish author. His books are read on courses on Finnish Classics, where I read my first one, Manillaköysi, and they are constantly advertised as important novels by professors, which is partly the reason why i picked up this one for a few euros.
As a person who does rarely do research on books I'm about to read (beyond the back cover), I was a bit surprised by the war stories I ran into. In a sense, Manillaköysi should have prepared me for this, but then again I thought that the 23 years between the two novels might have made a difference, or more of a difference. That being said, there was a difference. This novel seemed to be both a work of a maturer and more playful author. Perhaps, Meri had managed to deal with some of his war traumas and was comfortable enough to write a "freer" novel.
In other words, the story of a young man pining after the most beautiful woman in town is both explicitly erotic, tinged with humour, yet tinged with brutalness which comes not just from the evocative, yet mythically proportioned , war stories. However, these different and sometimes good elements were left a drift a bit. There is no plot as much of stories and events of a short period, which left me a bit disconnected, but not interested enough that I might delve into it at a later date for a more complete reading.
Veijo Meren modernin kirjallisuuden klassikko on nuoren jääkiekkoilijan, Illun miehistymiskertomus 1950-luvun Hämeenlinnassa. Tarinassa ei oikeastaan ole pääjuonta, vaan tapahtumat etenevät henkilöiden kautta. On sotaveteraaneja, naisia, pikkurikollisia. Jotkut sivutarinoista olivat hyviä, mutta kokonaisuus jäi ohueksi. Lähinnä paikkasin tällä oman kirjasivistykseni puutteita; suureksi lukukokemukseksi kirjasta ei ollut.