A Man Called Ove

by Fredrik Backman

Ove is the sort of man who checks the status of all things by giving them a good kick.

but if men like Ove didn’t take the initiative there’d be anarchy.

People said Ove saw the world in black and white. But she was colour. All the colour he had.

Maybe to her destiny was ‘something’, that was none of his business. But to him, destiny was ‘someone’.

A time like that comes for all men, when they choose what sort of men they want to be. And if you don’t know the story you don’t know the men.

Every human being needs to know what she’s fighting for. That was what they said. And she fought for what was good. For the children she never had. And Ove fought for her.

But sorrow is unreliable in that way. When people don’t share it there’s a good chance that it will drive them apart instead.

‘All people want to live dignified lives, dignity just means something different to different people,’