Odd, definitely odd. Quirky, even. The story of Olli, a publisher with a knack for losing umbrellas, member of a local film club, and married with one son. Into his life comes Greta, an old flame who friends him on Facebook. The writing style is deliberately simple, the story definitely strange. And it only gets stranger, and darker, as Olli’s past involvement with childhood friends who had a gang based on Enid Blyton’s Famous Five resurfaces. Soon Olli is caught in an ever-more nightmarish plotline where the lines between dreams and reality, between cinema and real life, become increasingly blurred. The secret passages in which the children used to play now become a metaphor for the hidden, secret lives of the adult world. It is impossible to go into too much detail of the plot, for it is there that the great success of this novel lies.

Who is Greta? What has happened to his wife and child? Where did Timi the dog go? The ending is suitably filmic, with credits rolling and alternate endings….

Yep, definitely quirky, but the book also takes you into darker areas where you question how we live our life and how we create our identity through stories. A really good read!

How to introduce this book? It’s a perfect example of contemporary magical realism.

It’s a story about childhood adventures, disappointments, pleasures, anguish, dread and misunderstandings. Also about literary world’s difficulties, routine in family life and about weariness in general. Here are secrets, small and big ones. And if you go along with this dreamlike world that the author is offering, you discover a very good story, that makes you developing new theories about the story plot and about outcome of it all. I was constantly wondering, whether I was reading some dead persons recollection about his life or was it somebody’s dream, who had been in coma for a long time, or was it somebody’s sick game with the victims, or was it just somebody’s fulfillment of a lifelong dream.

It's not an easy read, but ou it’s and interesting read.

I did not finish this book.

Reasons include:
1. Awkwardness of translation. It is overly obvious that the translator is from the UK because of word choice, including one very unfortunate use of the word fanny which means something very different in the USA.
2. Narrative flow. So many dream sequences. I think this is related to the translation as well, not knowing which metaphors would mean the same thing between Finland and the USA, feeling like dreams were overused to communicate themes the author wanted to represent.
3. Misogyny of the main character. This becomes increasingly uncomfortable considering his place of employment and his role in creating childrens books, ick.

Loved the cover though. Really wanted to love it. Would definitely have picked it up off the shelf to look at.

Quickly I realized this book was not for me. I had a really tough time connecting with the characters of the story. Thanks to the publisher and NetGalley for this book for my honest review. All opinions expressed are my own.

Olli Suominen, an absent-minded publisher, lives in Jyväskylä in Central Finland, where he spends his days trying to find new authors for his firm, serving on the parish council, and losing umbrellas. His marriage is losing its sparkle and, when an old flame erupts onto the Finnish literary scene with a compelling new self-help guide, Olli finds himself being dragged back into memories of childhood summers, when he was a member of a band of children based on Enid Blyton’s Famous Five. But the blissful adventure of those summers hides darker memories of torment, transformation and loss, all mixed up with the secret passages that run below this unassuming hill town. I sometimes got the feeling that Jääskeläinen was trying to do too much at once, but it’s certainly a unique novel with its own peculiar flavour.


Olli and his wife Aino have gradually lost their emotional intimacy, if it ever existed, and Olli has taken to filling his life with other obligations: work, civic duties and, most recently, a film club. He’s captivated by the old classics and it’s thanks to this newfound interest that Aino buys him a present: a newly-published bestseller called A Guide to the Cinematic Life by Greta Kara. As soon as Olli sees the name – and the dedication: ‘To the love of my life, from the girl in the pear-print dress‘ – he’s swept back to memories of the time when he and Greta had a teenage love affair in the course of one incredible summer. Fascinated by her success, he delves into the book: a pastiche of the current fashion for self-improvement guides, which advises a stylised form of life based on characters and scraps of dialogue from classic cinema. The craze for cinematic living is spreading across Finland and Greta Kara has become a superstar. And, when she adds Olli as a friend on Facebook, it seems as though they might have a chance to rewrite the tragic ending of their love affair so many years ago.

Wound up with this story is the tale of Olli’s boyhood adventures with the Jyväskylä Five, a group of adventurous children who spend their summers exploring and even solving a few crimes. You don’t have to be that sharp-eyed to spot some parallels: children called Anne and Richard (Dick / Riku) and a dog called Timi. The leader of the gang is Leo; he, Riku and Anne are siblings and come each summer to stay with their Aunt Anna and their cousin Karri in Jyväskylä. Olli and his dog Timi are caught up in their expeditions and, for a while, everything is sunkissed and perfect. But, as the years pass, the childish adventures take on a darker tinge and, as the Jyväskylä Five come towards adulthood, certain choices are made which will shape the rest of their lives.

Jääskeläinen, like his heroine, seems to be drawing on all manner of source material and jumbling it together into a stew of plot-points which I ultimately found confusing to follow. We have a story of modern marriage and love re-found; another tale about coming of age; a crime thriller; and magical realism below the ground in the secret passages of Jyväskylä, where anything becomes possible. One of these plots might have made for a satisfying book: all of them taken together lead to a labyrinthine maze, each of the ‘genres’ undermining another. There are also masses of dream sequences which add further bizarre motifs and connections. The plot doesn’t always convince, even within the parameters of its slightly dreamlike world: would even someone as absent-minded as Olli fail to notice that his wife and child have been kidnapped for several days? And isn’t Greta’s backstory just adapted from Almodóvar’s The Skin I Live In? How much of the whole thing is symbolic? How much are we meant to believe as the truth? I can accept that these questions aren’t meant to be answered – that asking them is the point, and part of the surreal game that the author’s playing with us – but knowing that didn’t make it any easier for me to engage with the book.

The translation by Lola M. Rogers is appropriately quirky, but the whole thing feels strangely detached: this is a great love story without emotion, in which the participants are actors on a stage rather than real people, and the stakes never feel that high because you feel you’re just watching a film – at one more remove than the emotional engagement you usually get with a novel. It’s a very strange book: it wants to embrace golden childhood memories; mid-life crises; profound questions of identity and self-fashioning; and omnipotent crime bosses, any one of which would be enough for most novels.

For the review, please see my blog:
https://theidlewoman.net/2018/06/27/secret-passages-in-a-hillside-town-pasi-ilmari-jaaskelainen/

It's unfortunate I couldn't finish this book. Le sigh.

I really wanted to like it since the blurb sounded so intriguing, but it was hard to go through pages and pages of it. I couldn't make it in the end. I had many expectations for it built up by the blurb and reviews, and sadly none of them were met. I think it was more like 'it's not the book, it's me' thing. The book was not for me. The book, is clearly, for many people.

If you would be interested to read something like, better read couple different reviews to get an idea. The things I hated, someone else loved very much so I don't think it would be fair to mention that.

My reading point-of-no-return is fairly short; just a handful of pages, a chapter or two at most. So it's a rare occasion that I don't finish a book, particularly when I've invested so much time in it already. But this one is just not for me, and the idea of continuing makes my shoulders slump.

The premise sounded good, and the location unfamiliar enough to pique my curiosity, so at first I was happy to read along and see where it went. But I got sick of the umbrellas, I was confused about whether Olli was remembering, dreaming, fantasising or living his reality, and then when the plot really kicked into gear (around 50%) I just wanted to roll my eyes rather than jump on for the ride.

This was apparently a big hit in the author's native Finland, and to be fair to him I suspect there was quite a bit of humour and charm lost in translation. Ultimately I think I am not the intended demographic for this book.

This book sat in my "to read" pile for months before I finally picked it up and dug in. It has all the elements I love in a book- quirky characters, witty writing, and a narrative that makes ordinary events seem interesting and clever.

The bad news is that I found out in reading this book that I can't handle a slow-moving plot no matter how quirky the characters are or how witty the writing is. I kept glancing down at the page number and it felt like I would never reach the ending. With the book lacking a certain level of excitement, I found myself taking many breaks in reading it, setting it aside to fit other books into my reading schedule and grudgingly coming back only to struggle reading several more chapters before taking another hiatus.

If my summer consisted of lazy days on the beach I would probably finish this book. However, I just don't have the time or attention span to really push myself through so many pages.

I was intrigued by the title of this book and wanted to know more. there was much to like Olli and his many umbrellas, his Facebook ineptness, the film club and his childhood adventures as a member of the Tourula Five, in the style of the Famaous Five.
Olli’s work persona and role on Parish Council seemed promising (echoes of Confederacy Of Dunces). However his old flame Greta’s novel and guidebook ‘books within the book’ got too messy, We seemed to be wandering and not really getting anywhere. Olli’s assessments of women’s bodies began to bore me. I really wanted to like this book; I read this in bursts but eventually my access expired. While I am disappointed I didn’t finish it, I had got to a stage when I wasn’t enjoying it.

Olli Suominen, publisher, husband, and father, lives in small town in Finland. His two most distinguishing traits are a tendency to lose umbrellas and a penchant for detailed, disturbing dreams. When the town is gripped by the surprising bestseller, How to Live a Cinematic Life, by local author, Greta Kara, Olli, like many of his fellow citizens, joins a film club whose mission it is to work through Greta’s film suggestions and the advice based thereupon. It turns out that Greta is looking for a publisher for her upcoming book, a magical travel guide set in the small hillside town of Jyväskylä, where both she and Olli grew up. When she reaches out to him via Facebook, Olli’s life is thrown into turmoil.

Up to now, you might think that Secret Passages is just another novel about an unhappy man trapped in an unhappy relationship looking to rekindle a long-extinguished romance. You would be wrong. This is, after all, a book of magical realism, where abovementioned passages appear in unlikely places and lead to unpredictable destinations, with unforeseeable results. The events that happen to Olli and Greta in the course of the story are rooted in a long-buried secret from their shared past whose actual enormity is skilfully and purposefully unveiled to the reader chapter by chapter, like a bud blossoming in slow motion. In the end, the novel presents two alternative courses of action, but can there be a happy ending in either one? I’m not going to tell you, because Secret Passage in a Hillside Town is a book you need to read for yourself to experience its beauty and tragedy fully.

Besides being an engaging read, this novel is also a wonderful example of an excellent translation, work that in my opinion isn’t really appreciated enough. In this case, translation credits go to Lola M. Rogers.

Secret Passages in a Hillside Town is published by Pushkin Press. I received a copy via Netgalley in exchange for a review. All opinions are my own.

I just couldn’t get interested in this book. Didn’t make it past the first few chapters which is extremely rare for me.

What a lovely story! It starts slow and it developed into something that enthralls you. The descriptions of Finland are fascinating and the book moves and entertains at the same time.
Recommended.
Many thanks to Pushkin Press and Netgalley for the ARC

This is such a lovely story to read. It started really slow for me but part 2 is where everything got interesting. I love cinemathic aspect. Finland is my dream place and i found a site which shows a pictures about Jyväskylä is really enjoying.

A free copy of this book was provided by the publisher, Pushkin Press, in excange for an honest review. All opinions stated in this review are my own. 



In a small hillside town, Olli Suominen – publisher and discontented husband – is constantly losing umbrellas. He has also joined a film club. And Greta, an old flame, has added him on Facebook.

As his life becomes more and more entangled with Greta’s, and his wife and son are dragged into the aftermath of this teenage romance, Olli is forced to make a choice. But does he really want to know what the secret passages are? Can he be sure that Greta is who she seems to be? And what actually happened on that summer’s day long ago?

 

This book made me realise how much personal experiences and opinions, as well as the reader's mood, can affect the reading experience and have an impact on the reader liking the book. Or in my case: despising it.

Yes, yes, I know, I'm overly critical and I don't give a lot of good reviews, but I always try and finish the book. Especially if it's an ARC because, then, I am obligated to give feedback to the publisher/author and the best way to do that is to read a book from start to finish.

However, "The secret passages of a hillside town" brought so many unwanted memories and emotions that I couldn't bear finishing the book. It was... triggering. I'm actually struggling to explain this because I really do not want to talk about this aspect of my personal life that marked 2017 as such a negative and depressing and... I cannot even say it... it just... I couldn't handle being reminded of all that stuff when I just started getting better. And I know it will be a long time before I will be able to finish this book and give it the attention it deserves (as it is a complex novel that reguires critical thinking). Thus I won't be giving it a rating. The hatred I have is not directed toward the book but someone in my personal life that shares a similar lifestyle and personalities as characters in the book, and I'm not doing the author/publisher justice by giving it a 1 star, when, if I read the book 3 years ago, I would have given it a better rating.

I hope you understand where I stand with this. I know it doesn't make much sense to someone who doesn't know me personally, but "The secret passages of a hillside town" really hurt me emotionally and it was a struggle to even read 50% of the book. If it wasn't an ARC I would have given up long before that, but I wanted to give it a try. That try, however, opened up fresh wounds and it showed up in real life. The things portraited in this book were too similar to the past year and a half that I actually started despising the book and my life... though, as I said, the book doesn't deserve the hatred.

I am rambling too much. Sorry. I'll start with the real review now.

As I said, I gave up reading at 50%, so at the beginning of Part 2. I won't go into much detail as to why I stopped reading because that would be some major spoilers. Let's say it was a combination of an unrealistic even, the protagonist named Olli reacting unforgivingly to that event, and all the other things I will talk about in just a moment. But first I need to say a sentence or two about the plot - the introduction that is since I didn't read the other half of the story.

Yes, the introduction took 50% of the book. I cannot even explain how. Things were happening but nothing interesting.

The first impression was that this is quite an odd and quirky book and it obtained this "status" from the very first sentence, which reads:
Publisher Olli Suominen spent the rainy days of autumn buying umbrellas and forgetting them all around Jyväskylä. He also accidentally joined a film club.

The film club and umbrellas often make appearances in the book, sometimes as useless fillers, other times as funny "by the ways" and other times as plot devices.

Umbrellas, or better to say the protagonist losing them, started off as a device to make the storytelling more humorous and less serious. Losing umbrellas became a habit of the protagonist. And at first, I did enjoy reading about Olli's struggles. It was hilarious in a sad way. That was in Chapter 1 when I still liked the book.

In chapter 3, came the torture. The whole chapter is dedicated to Olli shopping for an umbrella and commenting on the shop-owners looks. And he often comments on women's' looks. Breasts to be specific. Boobs are all he sees in women.

 I get it. Men like breasts. But, I as a woman, don't like hearing so much about breasts. And I'm sure a lot of men, don't want to hear what this ladies breast are looking like every few sentences, or what they smell like, or how they are shaped against this type of clothing and how against that. This ruined the female characters for me. There wasn't enough talk about their personalities and they weren't talking long enough for me to form my own opinions of them. They were all portrayed in a sexual (boobs) and motherly way (boobs). There's this aunt, for example, who I imagined being similar to this woman from the cartoon "Tom and Jerry". You know, the old lady whose face we never saw, just the body. That's how I imagined the aunt: big boobs, no head.


Other, women are introduced in the same way. From total strangers to his wife, whose boobs smell like "rubber eraser". Why did I even remember that?

A female co-worker of Olli's is introduced in a purely sexual manner, in the same cliche manner all bad books describe blonde women. No sign of intelligence, just sex. The moment, this woman, Maiju, speaks, Olli gets turned on. And every other encounter with her goes in the same dumb-blonde direction:

He could see the gears turning in Maiju's blonde head. "OK", she said slowly, her eyes glassy, her tongue clicking. Her face took on an expression that had a touch of pure sexual arousal in it.

"Pure sexual arousal" over discussing a title for a city guide. A city guide. I kid you not. Imagine what she would do if they were discussing maps. Oh, my God.

And his family? Forget about them. They are not important. Facebook is what really matters. And a City Guide.

Facebook plays an important part in the story that unfolds. Olli amasses a few hundred friends, accepting requests from people whose names ring a bell, even if he can’t quite remember the circumstances of their real-world interactions.

One of whom is Greta Kara, his old girlfriend, not that he recognises her as his “first great love” straight away; it is only later that he puts two and two together, and by this point he has also realised that she is the author of a recent bestselling book, A Guide to the Cinematic Life:

A cinematic life can’t take away pain, but it can make it more aesthetic, make of it a kind of wine of emotion, a music of feeling.

Anyways, "A Guide to the Cinematic Life" prescribes a new way of living.

The deep cinematic self is an artist that sees life above all as an aesthetic construct. It is like the voice of the conscience but instead of moralizing it leads us to make cinematic choices and interpret our roles as well as we can. It also silences the stage fright of slow continuum attachment so that stories can be set in motion and cinematics can be achieved.

In other words, it's a bunch of crap. And she's writing more of it. Which brings us back to Olli, who owns a publishing house that's in dire need of finding a new title that will sell well.


When Greta mentions on Facebook to Olli that her current publisher is unhappy with her ideas for her next book – the first in a series of magical travel guides starting with Jyväskylä – Olli suggests that she could publish with him. This business arrangement soon starts to affect his personal life.

Olli starts having disturbing erotic dreams about Greta while he sleeps next to his wife and he...you know what a man does, I do not need to describe it to you. It's described in detail. It leaves little to the reader’s imagination, too numerous and graphic for my tastes. Disgusting.

Olli also starts remembering his childhood and as the story touched those memories, the atmosphere changed. The humour and flatness that was Olli's life, left me vulnerable to those changes in tone and feel later on.

It became a novel about memory and dreams and the fantasies entwined into them.

The reader is taken back to the childhood summers Olli spent with his grandparents in Tourula, where he first met Greta. Olli was part of a group who called themselves the Tourula Five; they even had a dog named Timi. The children would spend their days going on adventures, seeking out underground passageways, eating picnics, messing about on the river. It was a thrilling time until it all went horribly wrong...

And that's when I stopped reading. Yes, the story was starting to finally pick up the pace, but at that point, I started to despise Olli too much to continue reading. Olli may be the worst fictional character I've ever seen or read about. Yes, I hate him more than Bella Swan. I thought this day would never come. Bella, the Speshul Snowflake, got overthrown by a middle-aged man whose hobby is collecting friends on Facebook.

And I wasn't a fan of the writing style eather. The sentences are sharp and short and have a child’s simplicity to them. Too bland for my taste.

The author took a lot of digressions from the main plot. Or better to say, the main plot didn't manifest itself until a couple of chapter's into the storyline. Even then, I had no sense of what I was stumbling into and I didn't know where the author was going with the plotless and repetitve chapters. Didn't like it. Didn't bother trying to understand the "deeper meaning" behind the story.

This was a very strange read. The writing style was that of a child when indeed it's an older gentleman that the book is about. Completely odd. Not a bad story but I wouldn't want to read it again

I’ve been waiting my whole life for a book like this. As someone with a very faulty memory, I find it difficult to believe the clarity with which characters in most books remember their past. Much of the mystery in this book comes from the main character’s inability to remember the details of his adolescence. When he does start remembering, we are treated to a unique, fascinating, and truly magical love story.

When I started this book, I was wondering when I would finish this book. I thought of stop reading this book and pick something else. But in most of the cases, I would finish the book once I start reading it. So I stuck with it.

As I read through the book, I felt that story is not going anywhere. And because of the magic realism mixed with the unreliable narration, it was hard to distinguish where reality ended and fantasy began.But as I continued, at sometimes story made sense. The book is boring at most of the times probably because of the difficult to draw the line between fantasy and reality.

It is a confusingly weird book.

A few years back I had read Jääskeläinen’s The Rabbit Back Literature Society. That novel had been compared to “Twin Peaks meeting the Brothers Grimm” and was a dark and cryptic work which hovered rather awkwardly between outright supernatural fiction and magical realism. I had found this ‘ambivalence’ ultimately disappointing, but the novel was intriguing enough to make me want to sample the author’s latest offering, recently translated into English by Lola Rogers.

In its initial chapters, this novel seemed quite different from its predecessor, apart from its small-town setting and “bookish” background. Indeed, it starts off as a gentle, if quirky, tale of mid-life romance. Olli Suominen, the head of a publishing company based in Jyväskylä, is going through a minor crisis. Book sales are not what they used to be and, as far as family-life is concerned, he seems to be growing distant from his wife and young son. Through Facebook, he gets in touch with Greta Kara, an old flame who has since become the bestselling author of an influential self-help guide to “living a cinematic life”. He somehow convinces her to issue her next book – a ‘magical’ travel book about Jyväskylä – through his publishing house. This promises to boost Olli’s business – and amorous - prospects.

But Olli’s Facebook exchanges with Greta also rekindle memories of another group of childhood acquantainces – the three Blomroos siblings and their cousin Karri. Together with Timi, Olli’s dog, they formed a Finnish equivalent of the Famous Five. In true Enid Blyton fashion, they spent their summer holidays together, shared long, glorious, sunny days on riverside picnics and solved mysteries along the way. Typically, they also explored secret passages. And here things start to get weird, because unlike the relatively workaday secret passages in Blyton’s novels, the Toulura tunnels seem to warp reality and cause time to go completely off-kilter. Unsurprisingly, Olli’s memories of the secret passages are vague and confused, but we eventually learn that they were the theatre for shocking happenings shared by Greta and the Tourula Five.

Whether you will enjoy the novel from this point forward will depend on how crazy you like your fiction to be. In my case, I generally prefer novels which follow an internal logic, however strange their premise might be. And to be honest, it was sometimes difficult to understand where this book was going . But it still hooked me to the last chapter. Or chapters, given that the novel rather puzzlingly presents us with an alternative ending – probably a nod to “alternate movie endings” which are sometimes available on DVDs of certain movies.

So, how should we interpret Secret Passages? Should we take it at face value as a work of supernatural fiction? Or is this actually realist fiction, using elements of fantasy to give us a glimpse of the workings of Olli’s mind? Is the book a satire on modern life which, thanks to social media, seems to be all about living a “cinematic life” worth sharing with the world at large? Or is this an adult parody of Enid Blyton mysteries, particularly the underlying gender politics simmering below their surface? Perhaps it’s all of this, but it makes for a wild and crazy ride.

There was a point where I found myself wondering why I was still reading this book but luckily I stuck with it. The story got better about a third of the way in and then I was fully sucked into the narrative.

Overall this was a crazy read. Yes the twist was painfully obvious but the story was intriguing. A bit dated now though because Facebook is no longer a new thing.

I do wonder if some of the narrative was lost in translation. Since I can't read Finnish I will never know.

Thank you Netgalley for an advanced copy in exchange for an honest review.
I first wanted to read this book because of the colorful cover.
Then I read the first sentence:

Publisher Olli Suominen spent the rainy days if autumn buying umbrellas and forgetting them all around Jyvaskyla. He also accidentally joined a film club.

and was ready to plunge in as soon as possible.

I liked it a lot, even though it's not my usual kind of book.

Spending time between the pages of this story was like living through a dark and wet winter in Finland.