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- Publisher: Sceptre (3 July 2014)
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- Language: English
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A Man Called Ove: The life-affirming bestseller that will brighten your day Kindle Edition
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A MAN CALLED OVE BUYS A COMPUTER THAT IS NOT A COMPUTER
Ove is fifty-nine.
He drives a Saab. He’s the kind of man who points at people he doesn’t like the look of, as if they were burglars and his forefinger a policeman’s flashlight. He stands at the counter of a shop where owners of Japanese cars come to purchase white cables. Ove eyes the sales assistant for a long time before shaking a medium-sized white box at him.
“So this is one of those O-Pads, is it?” he demands.
The assistant, a young man with a single-digit body mass index, looks ill at ease. He visibly struggles to control his urge to snatch the box out of Ove’s hands.
“Yes, exactly. An iPad. Do you think you could stop shaking it like that . . . ?”
Ove gives the box a skeptical glance, as if it’s a highly dubious sort of box, a box that rides a scooter and wears tracksuit pants and just called Ove “my friend” before offering to sell him a watch.
“I see. So it’s a computer, yes?”
The sales assistant nods. Then hesitates and quickly shakes his head.
“Yes . . . or, what I mean is, it’s an iPad. Some people call it a ‘tablet’ and others call it a ‘surfing device.’ There are different ways of looking at it. . . .”
Ove looks at the sales assistant as if he has just spoken backwards, before shaking the box again.
“But is it good, this thing?”
The assistant nods confusedly. “Yes. Or . . . How do you mean?”
Ove sighs and starts talking slowly, articulating his words as if the only problem here is his adversary’s impaired hearing.
“Is. It. Goooood? Is it a good computer?”
The assistant scratches his chin.
“I mean . . . yeah . . . it’s really good . . . but it depends what sort of computer you want.”
Ove glares at him.
“I want a computer! A normal bloody computer!”
Silence descends over the two men for a short while. The assistant clears his throat.
“Well . . . it isn’t really a normal computer. Maybe you’d rather have a . . .”
The assistant stops and seems to be looking for a word that falls within the bounds of comprehension of the man facing him. Then he clears his throat again and says:
“. . . a laptop?”
Ove shakes his head wildly and leans menacingly over the counter.
“No, I don’t want a ‘laptop.’ I want a computer.”
The assistant nods pedagogically.
“A laptop is a computer.”
Ove, insulted, glares at him and stabs his forefinger at the counter.
“You think I don’t know that!”
Another silence, as if two gunmen have suddenly realized they have forgotten to bring their pistols. Ove looks at the box for a long time, as though he’s waiting for it to make a confession.
“Where does the keyboard pull out?” he mutters eventually.
The sales assistant rubs his palms against the edge of the counter and shifts his weight nervously from foot to foot, as young men employed in retail outlets often do when they begin to understand that something is going to take considerably more time than they had initially hoped.
“Well, this one doesn’t actually have a keyboard.”
Ove does something with his eyebrows. “Ah, of course,” he splutters. “Because you have to buy it as an ‘extra,’ don’t you?”
“No, what I mean is that the computer doesn’t have a separate keyboard. You control everything from the screen.”
Ove shakes his head in disbelief, as if he’s just witnessed the sales assistant walking around the counter and licking the glass-fronted display cabinet.
“But I have to have a keyboard. You do understand that?”
The young man sighs deeply, as if patiently counting to ten.
“Okay. I understand. In that case I don’t think you should go for this computer. I think you should buy something like a MacBook instead.”
“A McBook?” Ove says, far from convinced. “Is that one of those blessed ‘eReaders’ everyone’s talking about?”
“No. A MacBook is a . . . it’s a . . . laptop, with a keyboard.”
“Okay!” Ove hisses. He looks around the shop for a moment. “So are they any good, then?”
The sales assistant looks down at the counter in a way that seems to reveal a fiercely yet barely controlled desire to begin clawing his own face. Then he suddenly brightens, flashing an energetic smile.
“You know what? Let me see if my colleague has finished with his customer, so he can come and give you a demonstration.”
Ove checks his watch and grudgingly agrees, reminding the assistant that some people have better things to do than stand around all day waiting. The assistant gives him a quick nod, then disappears and comes back after a few moments with a colleague. The colleague looks very happy, as people do when they have not been working for a sufficient stretch of time as sales assistants.
“Hi, how can I help you?”
Ove drills his police-flashlight finger into the counter.
“I want a computer!”
The colleague no longer looks quite as happy. He gives the first sales assistant an insinuating glance as if to say he’ll pay him back for this.
In the meantime the first sales assistant mutters, “I can’t take anymore, I’m going for lunch.”
“Lunch,” snorts Ove. “That’s the only thing people care about nowadays.”
“I’m sorry?” says the colleague and turns around.
“Lunch!” He sneers, then tosses the box onto the counter and swiftly walks out. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
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In the opening scenes, he is yelling at an iPad sales clerk, like an irate elder man who can’t get with times. But when you learn everything that led to it, you’ll find so many connections. Ove has so many levels to him you will lose count trying to guess what he might do in any given situation. His reactions will annoy you, irritate you beyond belief. But gradually you’ll see the stones turning. OVE is a man of order of life. A man of very few relationships, but the very few he loved, he can build an empire for them. He liked to understand, learn and create things by himself. Like what he thought, he could do. The anecdotes and flashbacks spread throughout the story tell us how he came to be the man he is; wonderful yet complex.
It’s not what the story is about, but what it leaves with you that makes you love the book.
This was such a sweet book. My eyes were wet with hot tears every now and then while I was reading this book. I loved it so much. I cried a lot over a book after a pretty long time. I had some minor issues with some portions like that of "bent person" which the author refers to rather than Ove, and I was a little bored in the beginning with Ove being too judgemental, but I would choose to ignore all such fallacies because the ending was beautiful and I cried and cried until I found the drops of tears smearing three to four pages in one go. This was an unexpected read.
There's something compelling about the story and its main character which leaves you wanting for more. The way the neighbors (and the cat) invade his cherished space and privacy and how he fights and eventually comes to like it leaves you with a kind of warm feeling. You hope to meet people like Ove and hang around them.
Sometimes it's like a Russian Roulette that you play with yourself when you are reading a book. And sometimes you do not feel connected to the book as the other readers do.
But hold on! A man called Ove is explicable tale of Love. It takes you to the Swedish town and makes u laugh till you pee. It makes you cry incessantly and sometimes you end up doing both. The emotion displayed with words are surreal and poignant. I had hangover of this book for many days. It reminded me of Uncle Podger from Jerome k Jerome's Three men in a boat. But Ove is not useless. He has every reason to be grumpy old man . I loved Ove and I believe by the end of the book. You might love him too.
The hero of the book is it's language and structure. The characters are well developed and each chapter ends with a remarkably humourous one liner. I have each chapter marked with graphite. If you are looking for humour tinged with pathos. My friend it is this book.
Top international reviews
No spoilers but this is the most touching and lovely heart warming book I have ever read - I loved it!!
There are many times throughout the book I laughed out loud, especially at Ove’s conviction of how things should be and his tetchiness with those who don’t see things his way. It is also a very sad and heart-warming story as Ove deals with the loss of his wife, loneliness and just how communities can be socially uplifting and rewarding.
So without spoilers, Ove is a grumpy old rhymes with odd, and with good reason.
From an era when pride in a job well done and not blowing your own trumpet, Ove was raised in a house of few words, without much in life, but what he had always seemed to be taken from him.
Long story short, he moans, but is a good guy, trying to get by in a worldgonemad. Misunderstood by most, but neverone to not help, as long as he can moan about it.
This is my first book from the author, but certainly won't be the last.
One of those rare books you mourn it ending, but will read again and again over the years.
What you waiting for? Buy it now!
Ove reminded me of the British TV character Victor Meldrew from One Foot in the Grave. A grumpy middle-aged (59 years is NOT old!) man who adheres to his idiosyncratic routine, enjoys his own company and his own high moral standards and rules that are definitely not there to be broken under any circumstances. He is also fighting his own devastatingly sad loss. However, lurking beneath the seemingly hard facade, lies a very kind hearted man with a heart of gold and old fashioned values....
A quirky read and a love story with a difference that will have you laughing and crying in equal measures.
This is an interesting story, a very different story, and one that grows on you. To all the Oves out there - there's hope for you yet!
Thus inarticulate, and unschooled in accepted social graces, his contempt for the perceived stupidities of others sometimes finds expression in temper storms. All of which hides a centre so soft and a heart so kind that only those closest to him manage to fathom his depths.
It's an odd little book but thoroughly engrossing and 'un-put-downable' (that really should be a proper word !. I actually cried at the end of the story and I think the last time that happened I was a teenager (so not a teenager now). Buy it, Read it, Love it.
Ove is not perfect, nobody can be, but this book should give strength to those of us who are terribly flawed and need the love of people around us, so that we may decide to keep breathing. A quite beautiful piece of writing which has been translated with extraordinary skill and precision. Praise to Mr. Koch for his work. You may indeed not enjoy this book, and if not, I feel sorry for you. Not in a patronising way at all, I hope you find enjoyment elsewhere. But, to the vast majority of people who did like it, my God it is damned good isn’t it? Thank you so much for lending me your imagination for a few hours Mr Backman.
I cried many tears and I am a hairy man.
This book is one of the best books that I have ever read.
It remains honest to itself all the way through.
There are so many jaw dropping brilliant paragraphs.
I will be buying this book after reading it on my Kindle.
Thank you Fredrick, your imagination and words have enriched my Soul.
I heard about this book a while ago, I didn't think it could be as good as all of those reviews.
It wasn't, it was better.
From the start Ove made me smile with his grumpy but caring manner. Having set the character in the first character it seemed that the author then sat back for the rest of the book as Ove didn't seem to develop. Everything around him was setup to make him seem more extreme and never felt authentic which was a shame - so many people in the real world are like Ove and much more could have been made to make him seem authentic. Having set up a few characters who were ridiculous then the author was going to have to work very hard to win me round and he didn't.
I hope that some people saw humour in this book as there was the potential for a lot but I didn't see much.
I did like the chapter headings and doodles at the start of this chapter. I've seen this used to good effect in other books and it is a good device.
For me, it was a subtly written, beautiful and gripping story from the first to last page. Everyone has an Ove I'm thier lives and everyone needs a Parvaneh. Such deep loss and sadness intertwined with such well placed humor.
This book genuinely changed me, having previously been embarrassed to show too much emotion, I found myself crying like a baby on a sunbed on holiday having just finished the book!
It's a wonderful, wonderful story that will stay with me forever and should be shared and shared again.