Ove, the narrator, is a stubborn man learning to navigate a life without his wife – an enduring marriage suddenly half empty – now missing her love and her laugh. The reader is walked through how Ove tries to redefine his days, whether by living them or not.
I found myself a bit surprised that the book I’ve been carting around reading is, in fact, an international best seller. Ove is an only mildly complex character – a grumpy, fatigued, lonely and obviously depressed man – newly widowed. While these traits were obvious, Ove and his fellow characters were, in my opinion, only shallowly developed.
Even halfway through A Man Called Ove, I would have expected the novel to have been shelved in the Young Adults section rather than in Fiction alongside the classics. Not to say that incredible reads aren’t lined up neatly with the Young Adults books – quite the opposite. I say this simply as a reflection on the style of writing.
Beyond my criticism, A Man Called Ove was an entertaining read with the necessary pits, arcs, and triumphs that every reader expects. The story structure is intact, if leaving, for me, something to be desired.
Rating: 3 out 5 stars