[His wife] often said that "all roads lead to something you were always predestined to do." And for her, perhaps, it was something.
But for Ove it was someone.
I've been fully intending to read all of Fredrik Backman's books after I read My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry (3 years ago), but there were a couple of things holding me back. 1. I loved My Grandmother so much that I didn't want something to eclipse it; 2. I didn't want to be so disappointed in one of his other books that it tainted my memory of My Grandmother. I finally told myself to get over it and just read him -- what did I really have to lose?
That was obviously the right call -- this was just fantastic.
If at this point, you haven't heard of this book and decided if you're going to read it or not, I'm not likely to persuade you. It's sold about as many books as a person not named James Patterson, J. K. Rowling or Steven King should be able to expect. There's been a movie made of it in Sweden and Tom Hanks is working on a version, too. This book is practically a phenomenon, and in the years since it's publication, the author, Fredrik Backman has practically become an industry. So, if you haven't read it by this point, there's probably a reason, I'm not going to convince you otherwise. Nor do I think I can contribute much to the discussion about the book beyond what's already been said. But I'm still driven to talk about it a bit.
Ove is a recent widower who has decided that it's time to join his wife, and attempts to kill himself by various means in order to do that. But like an aged (and more dedicated) Lane Meyer, he can't complete the deed. Something always interrupts him -- generally, it's the fools and incompetents that are his neighbors needing his help. Somehow these people have reached adulthood without learning how to back up a vehicle towing a trailer. bleeding a radiator or any number of things. So he stops what he was doing, helps his whatever neighbor needs it (complaining about it and insulting them all the time) and tries again the next day.
Ove's struggles with the neighbors and his botched attempts to end his life are interspersed with his life story -- his troubled childhood, career, early years of his marriage and the tragic end of it. The writing here is incredibly effective -- and Backman doesn't even try to hide his emotional manipulation -- he essentially calls his shots sometimes -- and it works. He plays whatever tune he wants and the reader dances to it. Try to get through the paragraph where Ove thinks about missing holding his wife's hand unmoved, I dare you. I was teary at least once before the midpoint of the work -- and about a half hour after finishing the book, I had to go back and re-read the last few pages with dry eyes so I could be certain I read what I thought I read.
Ove in his cantankerousness, his particular and peculiar way of approaching life -- and in his grief -- is a fantastic character. But I think that his neighbor, a Muslim immigrant mother of three, who deices that her angry old neighbor needs a friend (whether he wants one or not) and then becomes that friend (which he definitely doesn't want) is an even better character. Parvaneh is smart, kind, fun and loving -- and as stubborn as Ove. Next to his wife, she's the best thing to happen to him. There are plenty of other great characters (the overweight computer tech who lives on the other side of Ove is a fine example).
I laughed, I cried, it moved me, Bob.
One of the easiest 5-Stars I've ever given. If you keep putting off reading this -- knock it off, read the book.