Fredrik Backman (1981) is a Swedish columnist, blogger and writer. He is the author of A Man Called Ove (2012), My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry (2013), Britt-Marie Was Here (2014), Beartown (2017), and Us Against You (2018).
They were number one bestsellers in his native Sweden.
They have been published around the world in more than twenty-five languages.
A Man Called Ove reached the New York Times Best Seller list 18 months after it was published and stayed on the list for 42 weeks.
The life changing books are those that can make you laugh and cry in equal measure, and this one really delivered on both fronts.
A Man Called Ove is a really heartwarming and touching story about community and finding your purpose, whilst touching on themes like grief and moving on.
To love someone is like moving into a house.
At first you fall in love in everything new, you wonder every morning that this is one’s own, as if they are afraid that someone will suddenly come tumbling through the door and say that there has been a serious mistake and that it simply was not meant to would live so fine.
But as the years go by, the facade worn, the wood cracks here and there, and you start to love this house not so much for all the ways it is perfect in that for all the ways it is not.
You become familiar with all its nooks and crannies.
How to avoid that the key gets stuck in the lock if it is cold outside.
Which floorboards have some give when you step on them, and exactly how to open the doors for them not to creak.
That’s it, all the little secrets that make it your home.
Death is a strange thing.
People live their whole lives as if it does not exist, and yet it’s often one of the great motivations for living.
Some of us, in time, become so conscious of it that we live harder, more obstinately, with more fury.
Some need its constant presence to even be aware of its antithesis.
Others become so preoccupied with it that they go into the waiting room long before it has announced its arrival.
We fear it, yet most of us fear more than anything that it may take someone other than ourselves.
For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by.
And leave us there alone.
A Man Called Ove