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First published in Great Britain by Fourth Estate in 2014
First published in the United States by Ecco in 2014
Originally published in Sweden as Analfabeten som kunde räkna by Piratforlaget in 2013
Copyright © Jonas Jonasson 2014
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‘Tonight I Can Write’, from Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair by Pablo Neruda, translated by W. S. Merwin, translation copyright © 1969 by W. S. Merwin; used by permission of Jonathan Cape, an imprint of Random House. Pooh’s Little Instruction Book inspired by A. A. Milne © 1995 the Trustees of the Pooh Properties, original text and compilation of illustrations; used by permission of Egmont UK Ltd, and by permission of Curtis Brown Ltd. How to Cure a Fanatic by Amos Oz; used by permission of Vintage, a division of Random House.
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Cover by Jonathan Pelham
Source ISBN: 9780007557905
Ebook Edition © April 2014 ISBN: 9780007557882
Version: 2019-03-04
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Epigraph
PART ONE
Chapter 1: On a girl in a shack and the man who posthumously helped her escape it
Chapter 2: On how everything went topsy-turvy in another part of the world
Chapter 3: On a strict sentence, a misunderstood country and three multifaceted girls from China
Chapter 4: On a Good Samaritan, a bicycle thief and a wife who smoked more and more
PART TWO
Chapter 5: On an anonymous letter, peace on earth and a hungry scorpion
Chapter 6: On Holger and Holger and a broken heart
Chapter 7: On a bomb that didn’t exist and an engineer who soon didn’t, either
Chapter 8: On a match that ended in a draw and an entrepreneur who didn’t get to live his life
PART THREE
Chapter 9: On a meeting, a mix-up and an unexpected reappearance
Chapter 10: On an unbribable prime minister and a desire to kidnap one’s king
Chapter 11: On how everything temporarily worked out for the best
Chapter 12: On the love of an atomic bomb and differential pricing
Chapter 13: On a happy reunion and the man who became his name
PART FOUR
Chapter 14: On an unwelcome visitor and a sudden death
Chapter 15: On the murder of a dead man and on two frugal people
Chapter 16: On a surprised agent and a potato-farming countess
PART FIVE
Chapter 17: On the dangers of having an exact copy of oneself
Chapter 18: On a temporarily successful newspaper and a prime minister who suddenly wanted a meeting
Chapter 19: On a gala banquet at the palace and contact with the other side
PART SIX
Chapter 20: On what kings do and do not do
Chapter 21: On a lost composure and a twin who shoots his brother
Chapter 22: On a final clean-up and breaking camp
Chapter 23: On an angry supreme commander and a beautifully singing woman
PART SEVEN
Chapter 24: On existing for real and on a twisted nose
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
Also by Jonas Jonasson
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About the Publisher
The statistical probability that an illiterate in 1970s Soweto will grow up and one day find herself confined in a potato truck with the Swedish king and prime minister is 1 in 45,766,212,810.
According to the calculations of the aforementioned illiterate herself.
The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits.
– Unknown
CHAPTER 1
On a girl in a shack and the man who posthumously helped her escape it
In some ways they were lucky, the latrine emptiers in South Africa’s largest shantytown. After all, they had both a job and a roof over their heads.
On the other hand, from a statistical perspective they had no future. Most of them would die young of tuberculosis, pneumonia, diarrhoea, pills, alcohol or a combination of these. One or two of them might get to experience his fiftieth birthday. The manager of one of the latrine offices in Soweto was one example. But he was both sickly and worn-out. He’d started washing down far too many painkillers with far too many beers, far too early in the day. As a result, he happened to lash out at a representative of the City of Johannesburg Sanitation Department who had been dispatched to the office. A Kaffir who didn’t know his place. The incident was reported all the way up to the unit director in Johannesburg, who announced the next day, during the morning coffee break with his colleagues, that it was time to replace the illiterate in Sector B.
Incidentally it was an unusually pleasant morning coffee break. Cake was served to welcome a new sanitation assistant. His name was Piet du Toit, he was twenty-three years old, and this was his first job out of college.
The new employee would be the one to take on the Soweto problem, because this was how things were in the City of Johannesburg. He was given the illiterates, as if to be toughened up for the job.
No one knew whether all of the latrine emptiers in Soweto really were illiterate, but that’s what they were called anyway. In any case, none of them had gone to school. And they all lived in shacks. And had a terribly difficult time understanding what one told them.
* * *
Piet du Toit felt ill at ease. This was his first visit to the savages. His father, the art dealer, had sent a bodyguard along to be on the safe side.
The twenty-three-year-old stepped into the latrine office and couldn’t help immediately complaining about the smell. There, on the other side of the desk, sat the latrine manager, the one who was about to be dismissed. And next to him was a little girl who, to the assistant’s surprise, opened her mouth and replied that this was indeed an unfortunate quality of shit – it smelled.
Piet du Toit wondered for a moment if the girl was making fun of him, but that couldn’t be the case.
He let it go. Instead he told the latrine manager that he could no longer keep his job because of a decision higher up, but that he could expect three months of pay if, in return, he picked out the same number of candidates for the position that had just become vacant.
‘Can I go back to my job as a permanent latrine emptier and earn a little money that way?’ the just-dismissed manager wondered.
‘No,’ said Piet du Toit. ‘You can’t.’
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