We all have a curmudgeon in our lives. Someone who laments the
loose morals of today’s kids. Someone who doesn’t get the Internet. Someone
whose jaw twitches when the student driver stalls out when he’s teaching her
how to drive a standard. Someone who takes his cat for a walk and gets
hamburgers thrown at him from passing cars. Someone who gives his grandkids
permission to go swimming, but only if they don’t get wet.
A Man Called Ove
by Fredrik Backman chronicles the days in the life of one such curmudgeon after
his wife has died. Ove is the man who is flabbergasted that the neighbors can’t back up a
trailer without knocking over his mail box. On his morning inspection of his
neighborhood, he muses, “Can’t a man calmly and quietly stand over a cat-shaped
hole in a snowdrift in his own garden anymore?”
Only wanting to reunite with his wife, he finds suicide
attempt after suicide attempt thwarted. He’s interrupted by his pregnant neighbor
Parvaneh, the cat he’s reluctantly adopted, and the man whose seizure causes
him to fall on the very tracks Ove is about to jump onto. This leaves him no
choice but to save the man instead.
Eventually, despite his distaste for engaging with others,
he begins to see a way to begin living again through small acts of kindness.
Begrudgingly he concedes, “Tomorrow’s as good a day as any to kill oneself.”
And those people in your life that make you cringe or cry? They
are just as likely to make you smile or even laugh because maybe like Ove’s,
their hearts are too big.
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