When I think of Scandinavian countries, besides cold weather, I think of peace, harmony, lands of tranquility. THE FOLKUNGS laid those thoughts to rest. Struggle, struggle, struggle!
I have to wonder why no one has picked this sensational saga up for a series. I’m talking MAX level. This story has everything—everything and its opposite. There is love, there is hate. There is fealty, there is betrayal. Peace and war. Sex and celibacy. Christianity, paganism. Beautiful women and hot dukes. And man, does it have some really good bad guys II can just imagine the pageantry of the castles, the courts and the costumes.
And imagine I did. The author did a spectacular job of bringing the cast of characters (back to) life. While my eyes were reading, my mind wasn’t just comprehending—it was envisioning, picturing, seeing the people and places as if I were dreaming. (Or chillin’ in front of a big screen television!)
I have read a lot of historical fiction wrapped around WWII. Many tales are extraordinary, that would never have been brought to light otherwise. I still had the basics, the foundation of that terrible time. I went into THE FOLKUNGS cold. Swedish history is not a category I would choose if a guest of “Jeopardy!” I had no idea what to expect. And I, who always wants to know the synopses before starting a book or movie, actually enjoyed that freedom.
I invested immediately. This kind of story is my jam. The characters at the core are first introduced growing up as children in the Royal Court. A strong (but not unbreakable) bond ties the five together as Kristina is we omen into the royal household. I couldn’t help but care for them, and was especially drawn to the kindness of Kristina and the overall excellence that is Erik. Mats, Alf, the wise old woman are supporting characters I guarantee you will love, too. They are portrayed so well, I cheered for them and mourned with them. Whatever they were going through, I was right there with them.
And they go through a lot.
It is the strength of the characters that drives the story and why I did not want it to end. I was not at all prepared for the ending, though.
Margaretha Espersson Javits is a master storyteller. I believe, unfortunately, this is her only work. The reason I withheld the half-star is because I had a difficult time keeping track of who was ruling what country, who wanted to rule what country, and who was conspiring against who.
So please, gods of film production, someone, anyone, put this on the screen. I see a massive hit, multitudinous awards, millions of viewers tied to their televisions, wondering how in the heck they can possibly wait a week for the next episode.
(I volunteer to help with casting.)