I finished reading Lars Hård yesterday by the Swedish working class author Jan Fridegård. He says this about the book:
The fact that the critics did not manage to kill the book about Lars Hård must partly be due to the fact that they did not understand it, it was not addressed to people of their kind and social group. I wrote it for all the poor outcast, working brothers and sisters. All those who grew up in alleys and cabins carry the smell of poverty with them through life, and they should feel that this book is honestly meant. And everyone who has fought against the power and authorities in society - they should all recognize their situation and feel that they are not alone, I thought when I wrote it. In a word - the story of myself became the story of many others.
(Translated using google translate)