Racism is a tricky one to deal with. Who is Swedish, who is not? John-John definitely is Swedish, and his mother is as Swedish as a "midsommarstång", the traditional Midsummer pole around which Swedes dance to celebrate the longest day of the year - by the definition of his friend.
But he doesn't look "Swedish", according to a never pronounced secret definition. He is brown. His father, whom he doesn't know, is American. "En neger", as John-John says himself, using the insulting language he hears in school and on the streets. Even Italians look different in the poor suburbs of Stockholm in the 1990s, so John-John is exotic.
But he is not the only youth suffering from neglect, abuse and bullying in the glittering beauty of the town on the water. There is Elisabeth, who is rich, goodlooking in all the "right ways", and deeply unhappy in her cold mansion in Bromma. There is Sluggo, who couldn't be more Swedish, or more miserable. There is the failed artist who is a heroin addict, but not a Nazi, and there are the young boys whose only value seems to be that they are blonde and blue-eyed, and they build their violent dogma around their only "privilege".
A brutal story, and yet a story of love and art and creativity. If you are good with words, write! That is advice John-John gets in school. Write at least half a page each day. I can't help thinking that this fractured bit of education will lead him out of hopelessness at some point. And I leave him safely connected by the power of words and love.
A brilliant, harsh young adult novel!