by Tove Jansson
I believe that solitude could be a wonderful thing if we’re sufficiently careful with it. Just think of the possibilities we have, if only we choose them in time. But I don’t really know.
Do you always know?
And finally, what’s the meaning of that violent desire to form, to produce, compared with the need to help!
I don’t know. We forgot to talk about that because things happened so fast.
Me again
Another morning
Can you believe it, the Society of Illustrators has bought three of my drawings for its collection, altogether 9,000 marks! I was so happy I paid all my back membership dues and my last tax bill, which to my horror I found in a pocket, so now I’ve paid all my debts, plus my bank loan. What’s more, the government at long last has developed a bad conscience and sent me 4,000 that they’d over-deducted on the grounds that “you never know what artists are up to.” Guess what they said in today’s paper, now that they’re trying to scrape people together for work details. They’re making a terrible fuss about vagrants, Gypsies, artists, and “other refractory elements.” Isn’t that hilarious?
I’ve been studying a map of the world, noting down places that put a name on yearning, dreams to share with another traveler when things get back to normal.
Don’t tell me I’m being sentimental, because I never am!
And there you sit on Manhattan growing wiser and wiser.
Why don’t you write!
So long for now—
Tove
I’ve lost her face, I can’t remember what she looks like. It’s awful. And I don’t dare look at the portrait because that will push her even farther away, so I’ve turned the canvas to the wall.
I’m not going to write any more letters now.
Not until the war has started, which will be soon.
And I won’t write to her so she gets a bad conscience about us, and not about longing and art politics and all that. No, I really need to think of her feelings.
Or else I’ll write about all of it, bang, but only for my own sake (like Dalí) and utterly and absolutely not give a damn about her feelings.
Translated by Thomas Teal
MESSAGES
I’LL MAKE it to Maritim, got hold of Gustafsson, van coming at 8, have redirected mail to summer address, bye kiss Tooti Take last things out of fridge
Hi my name is Olavi. You write well but last time you didn’t make a happy ending. Why do you do this?
We look forward to your valued reply soonest concerning Moomin motifs on toilet paper in pastel shades
Don’t say too much if they ring, don’t promise yet. Bye Tooti
Hi! We’re three girls in a mad rush with our essays about you could you help us by saying in just a few words how you started writing and why and what life means to you and then a message to young people you know the kind of thing. Thanks in advance
Dear Miss Jansson, You must understand that the only way I can earn a living are panholders with Moomin figures which I design myself and make in the kitchen without any paid help at present. How would 6% be for a start
Hi, I’m thinking of becoming a writer, can you help me with a little information? Is it all right to send your MS to several publishers simultaneously and is it better or worse with illustrations? And about contracts
One shimmering moonlit night I got up and do you know what I did . . . I went out into the park and danced in my nightie! Maybe no one saw me but maybe someone . . . Do you understand? Write
You are a really sinful person on top of everything else, but don’t think you’re safe, you’re being watched every moment because we’re there and we’re waiting
My dear friend, I’ve been thinking of you so long now that it’s really time I plucked up courage to ask a little boon of you; could you sometime when you feel like it draw all your sweet little figures in color for my granddaughter Emanuela
Hi coming later heat the soup
Kiss, T
My hamsters have been named after you and your brother. I had a christening party on my fortieth birthday but Astrid Lindgren didn’t come.
You each had a rosette around your tummy. It’s been an uncommonly cold winter and folk who are uncared for freeze to death, one morning you were both dead on the balcony. I’m thinking of having a funeral on Riddarholmen island, best wishes
We are contacting you in connection with this year’s marmalade promotion, in the first instance wondering if there would be any chance of a previously unpublished Moomin comic strip on the theme of marmalade
What steel pen do you use to draw your comic strips? Everything I’ve found seems old-fashioned and the new ones are useless. Can you give me a copy of the usual contract and I’d also very much like to know a little more about world rights
Dear Miss Jansson
I have produced Moomin pictures for my home and also for profit and pleasure and placed them for sale in art galleries and kiosks bordering busy traffic routes. Now one of my friends is saying one ought to ask permission, can this be true? If I don’t hear from you before week 5 shall go on as usual
Insufficient address
Father Christmas Moomin Valley.
Please give current address and surname
We are fully aware that you had planned a black troll for our Moomin liquor ice advertisement, but for technical reasons
What shall I do with my parents, they’re becoming more and more hopeless. Write!
Couldn’t we meet and chat about the old days at school? I’m Margit, the one who punched you in the stomach in the playground
We look forward to your comments concerning the foregoing account in connection with earlier uncompleted agreements and taking into account secondary effects to which our most recent market discharge may have given rise we would be glad if in urgent order
Now don’t be afraid, but have you any understanding whatever of what your comic strips can mean for expectant mothers, how great a responsibility you bear? Have you even remotely grasped what it can mean for expectant mothers to be constantly confronted with those snouts—how do you think the next generation may look
My cat’s died! Write at once
Hi dear unknown fairy-tale auntie, we’re a group of young folks with Ideas! What d’you think? Are you up for it?
Luv, Plastic Ltd, “Now or Never” project
Dear Jansson san
I have collected money for a long time. I will come and sit at your feet to understand. Please when can I come there?
Last night they came in again. They’re everywhere. Please come, I implore you
Could you consider becoming patron of this constantly threatened little area of natural beauty
How could you even consider invading this constantly threatened little area of natural beauty
We’ve launched a discreet new mini sanitary towel—earlier design Peach Bloom Ltd—but now we’re aiming at a younger clientele with the slogan “Hi there, Little My always plays safe”—a bit of fun which with your kind permission
Can’t you draw me a Snufkin that I can have tattooed on my arm as a symbol of freedom
I don’t know why I’m writing but I must because my heart is so big tonight throw away these lines forget them don’t bother to read them if you feel embarrassed but please be terribly kind and answer if you possibly can
It was you who murdered Karin Boye*
Hi, took the mail with me
Kiss, T
Is it OK for you to transfer my fee to Sri Lanka? My latest translation into Esperanto can’t be ready till New Year. I hope you will be patient
In your story The Cat you change cat twice and that’s heartless. As a member of the RSPCA I must
I thought it might make you happy to know that there is someone who has everything that life can offer. It’s true of me and I’m thankful. But the one thing I long to do is create. My therapist recommends watercolors and suggested I should phone you. It’s a matter of choice of colors and motifs
/> My very dear friend you are wallowing in sin. A Voice has spoken to me and now I pray for you every night which makes me so tired. I enclose some Tracts, read them and let me know if things go better. Hold out. There is an explanation and forgiveness for everything
This is a message in a bottle for Toffle from Australia. If the paper gets wet on the way ask your mommy to iron it dry
Have you forgotten your baby’s fiftieth birthday? Have you read my letters? Have you got my presents? Don’t tell me you’re old and tired. I won’t stop writing—I’ll never let go of you!
I brought the washing in, you can put the potatoes on at 6. Someone called Anttiia phoned
Dear Jansson san
Take good care of yourself in this dangerous world
Please have a long life
With love
Translated by Silvester Mazzarella
* Karin Boye: Swedish poet, novelist, and story writer who took her own life in 1941.