Ove. Who is this man? Why do I want to read about a man called Ove?
The author Fredrik Backman makes a good case for it. Read the book to find out. End of review! Boy that was fast and easy!
Of course not, sit on your couch and do not switch tabs. Wipe the crumbs off of your germ-infested keyboard and read on. Please?
Ove is a fifty-nine year old man. He dislikes technology, stupid people, children, his neighbours, cats, death. He encounters all of this, and then more. Is this another book with an obviously unlikable protagonist who you end up loving the most once you reach the end of the book? Yes. Will this book become a cringe inducing cheese fest? That was my concern too.
The first chapter is “A man called Ove buys a computer that is not a computer”. Ove goes to buy his very first iPad (which he calls O-Pad), convinced that it is not a very good computer because it has no physical keyboard. The back and forth is enjoyable, to say the least. You begin to enjoy Ove unwittingly torture everyone he comes in contact with.
Sample this quote about his contempt for tall people:
Ove feels an instinctive skepticism towards all people taller than six feet; the blood can’t quite make it all the way up to the brain.
About a tattooed man:
The slightly porky man on the other side of the Plexiglas has back-combed hair and arms covered in tattoos. As if it isn’t enough to look like someone has slapped a pack of margarine over his head, he has to cover himself in doodles as well. There’s not even a proper motif, as far as Ove can see, just a lot of patterns. Is that something an adult person in a healthy state of mind would consent to? Going about with his arms looking like a pair of pajamas?
Ove is more of a human than all the other saccharine sweet characters you encounter. Ove is honest and does not mince words. He has the utmost respect for men who build things with their hands and is infinitely suspicious of the IT folk.
There’s something to be said of the writer Fredrik Backman who can make a 25 year old woman like me empathize with Ove. I became Ove. His trials became mine, so did his tribulations and constant annoyances. Even after having finished reading the book, my friends were surprised to see me talk trash about IT professionals and eye electronic items suspiciously. The effect lasted a mere 15 hours, fortunately.
You may now switch tabs and buy for yourself a shiny new copy of Ove. Happy reading!