By far, one of the best books I've read in a very long time. I read it in Swedish. Wherever I can, I read books in their original language and I'm so glad I stuck to that ethic for this book. It is a Literary masterpiece with circles within circles.
On the surface, Singoalla is a dated text from the early nineteenth century about a Romeo and Juliet style star-crossed lovers plot. However, Rydberg's plot is interwoven with the Nordic tradition of folk tales that include Bergmanesque introspection, an intense love of nature, and dark magic to explain the inexplicable. In this sense, dark magic is not evil, just unexplained, which is really refreshing considering Sweden's history with the witch hunts.
As for the impossible love between a gypsy woman and the son of a Swedish knight. I was pleasantly surprised at how neutral Rydberg's account is. When compared to other authors of the time, Victor Hugo included, the description of the gypsy folk their customs and their magic was honestly quite open-minded. Yes, some of the "wandering folk" had to be portrayed in a bad light for plot purposes, however, it is clear that this was a description of bad people being bad people, not of these people being bad because they are gypsies. I liked that.
The circles within circles of the plot made it interesting and engaging. There was not single loose thread in this story and everything comes back to the beginning, which is literary rigour we rarely see these days.
I was also impressed with the deep message that the heart is more honest than the mind and that one should follow one's heart, not look to propriety and social norms. We often talk about such things. About finding ourselves and following our dreams, but rarely do we stop to think of what happens to us when we ignore the calling of the heart. The tragedy of Erland Månesköld is that he almost loses himself because he spent so much time believing the desires of his heart were evil and the result of witchcraft. When we deny our longings and turn them into something we ignore or deliberately repress, we lose ourselves to anger, depression and the meaningless life of "doing what's expected". In embracing his penance, going within and opening himself to the truth of his heart, even when it's too late to change anything, Erland is rewarded with a perfect moment, the final scene in the book, which offers catharsis after the hesrtwrenching events of this story.
Better than any fairytale, I would love too see a modern retelling of this brilliant folkloric tale. And more than anything, I'd love to know what happens to Singoalla when she takes Erland Jr. to India. Perhaps I'll do it myself... who knows 😁