Happiness was a Red Cadillac
A true story of sex, violence and healing. The setting is an exotic northern Sweden of the seventies. A strong story about severe trauma yet filled with hope and joy. A childhood evoked within a dysfunctional family in the north of Scandinavia. Embedded in a frame, there are flashbacks into Sweden of the seventies. The author captures the complexity of such families by making it a multiple perspective narration, to rightfully characterize the perpetrator, victims, and society around them. Joy and sorrow are blended in perfect balance together with insights and clues hidden in symbolism. This novel is written for you, the fellow human being, with an interest in people and psychology, but may also be suitable for people who study or work in all kinds of occupations where you tend for others. Even if you don ́t have any experience of sexual abuse or violence in general or have any – known – personal relationship to a victim, you can find something of use in this text. For the reader who is a survivor of such things, the pages provide both tears and great amounts of hope.
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