Wednesday, 25 April 2018

A Man called Ove: Fredrik Backman

After having read all good things about this book, and seeing the Bookstagrammers rave about its wit, it was my turn to read it. Sometimes, it’s the hype that makes a reader and a reviewer think differently. I wonder whether one must stay away from getting to know too much about a book to form an unbiased thought, but in the #bookstagram world that’s hardly possible.

You will not like Ove. He will not appeal to you. You might think – ‘Oh What a grumpy man! Does he ever smile?’ Well, Perception is a strange thing. It might change when you least expect it to. Ove is grumpy, taciturn and a staunch person but he will make you realise it. A first meet or a first look of a person says too less of what they are like in real world. Ove was no different. He found satisfaction in very different things, like brewing a perfect coffee and similarly some minute things would irritate him as well, like people not following simple sign boards about not driving their vehicle in the residential area. He thought these were such simple things which require no brain storming and must come naturally.

At a considerably young age, Ove loses his father. The one who taught him all that he knew and all the life principles which Ove must follow diligently. His father’s loss left him alone and he was now to figure out his life. He never knew, following his father’s teachings would take him out of his job or prove him to be a dumb person. He slowly starts building his life and his house. But, at almost every stage he faces an obstacle which leaves him shattered, until he finds Her.

“Ove had never been asked how he lived before he met her. But if anyone had asked him, he would have answered that he didn’t.” 

Fredrik Backman, A Man called Ove



She brought the colours in his life and music in his ears. All that Ove thought was unnecessary, Sonja made him do it. Ove never understood why people visited café’s and he never liked going to one. Sonja made it a point to spend some time every Sunday in a café, looking at people, drawing an amusing feeling of just being there. And Ove would always accompany. Such was Sonja!

The book comes around as a warm read, with characters and events perfectly placed. While we see Ove as reserved, grumpy and no-nonsense-talk kind of a person, we see Sonja as the complete opposite- lively, social and full of life. The one thing common though is both of theirs will power. Mostly Sonja’s! For Ove drew his from Sonja’s. Her strength and zeal to live is contagious, something which even the drastic accident couldn’t take away from her. The other characters which come as you move ahead are equally pleasing. Parvaneh, who dominates Ove like his own, and loves him like his own. It’s like a small family with Patrick, Parvaneh, and their kids, Rune, Anita, Jimmy and Adrian. Lovely and funny characters which provide more cordiality to the story.

I loved how the book has been presented. A current story and a flashback with Ove’s life memories. It transports you flawlessly without losing the sync. I have a special admiration for the books written in this manner. The wit comes naturally in all situations, and later this humour feels synonymous to Ove too. The change in Ove’s demeanour is visible exponentially in the book, warming up to people around him. By the time you reach the end, you feel- Ove can love too, only he expresses it in his own lovely way.
Why should one read it?

It is a warm and hearty book with humor that will make you chuckle, with the feeling of love expressed quite differently and a pleasurableness all over. You will not like Ove Instantly, but he will captivate you and you will love him when you finish the book. It’s just adorable.

The Book is lovely in it’s “Ove” way. Thumbs up read!

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2 comments:

  1. All Ur reviews tempt me to quickly read the story ..

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    1. Thank you so much dear. :) it makes me very happy to hear that.

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