In the arctic borderlands in the 1800s Finns and Swedes have come to live among the Sami. Missionaries and traders, they have brought alcohol and Protestant teaching. ‘Mad Lasse’ is what the locals call the preacher, and mostly they keep their distance, staying with their reindeer out on the tundra, following their ancient customs.
Some, though, have been awakened. Hanna Pylvainen’s novel opens with Biettar, a Sami widower, brought to church by an earthquake – by a voice he heard among the tremors. In his fur trousers, stinking of smoke and reindeer, he falls to his knees before Mad Lasse, declaring himself with God.
So the preacher exerts his pull, but then so does the trading post next to the church. Its shelves are stocked with brannvin and vodka, and its proprietor is all too willing to allow Sami debts to rack up ahead of the annual reindeer cull. Before his conversion, Biettar drank away most of his herd there.
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