“Meet Ove. He's a curmudgeon, the kind of man who points at
people he dislikes as if they were burglars caught outside his bedroom window.
He has staunch principles, strict routines, and a short fuse (especially for
the people who can’t read the signs). People call him the bitter neighbor from hell, but
must Ove be bitter just because he doesn't walk around with a smile plastered
to his face all the time? Behind the cranky exterior there is a story and sadness.
So when one November morning a chatty young couple with two chatty young
daughters move in next door and accidentally flatten Ove's mailbox, Ove’s very
ordered life begins to unravel. “
The book had me at “curmudgeon”, something that I guess I’m
kind of one. But while Ove reminds me of myself, he also reminds me of my
grandfather, a man who seemed out of time as well. But Ove, in the book, is
only 59 and is living in our modern world of the internet. But he can’t seem to
understand why people can’t fix bicycles, or bleed radiators, or read signs
that clearly state “vehicular traffic is prohibited in the residential area.” Then
there is the cat, the one who shows up out of nowhere and continues to stare at
Ove, as if he owed money to the feline.
Yes, A Man Called Ove is comical and heartwarming, as it
features a vibrant woman named Parvaneh, a pregnant Iranian woman who tries her
hardest not to dislike Ove (which, of course, irritates him to no end) who is right
out of every Lifetime movie ever made, but Swedish author Fredrik Backman
(translated by Henning Koch) also takes us on journey where we are made to think
about who we are as humans, and how we want to live our lives.
Also, as well, how we cope with loss, because Ove really is the epitome
for those whom have tried to live a fair and steady life of doing what’s right,
only to beset by many trials and tribulations. Over the years, he has been
conned, ripped off and harassed. Saddest of all is the bus accident that left
his wife, Sonja, the woman he adores more than anything in the world, paralyzed
and their unborn child dead. But our Volvo-loving curmudgeon is not that
cranky as we are lead to believe –as it just takes Parvaneh and her family to reawaken
Ove’s sense of doing the right thing.
It’s a quirky (but not in a bad way) and very charming
novel. It’s has a deceptively simple premise that some may call too simple, but
one I found to be perfect on this late December night.
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