Fredrik Backman nails the human condition. I have this recurring thought every time I pick up one of the Swedish author’s novels: A Man Called Ove, My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry, Britt-Marie Was Here, and currently Anxious People, where Backman writes in the opening pages: So it needs saying from the outset that it’s always very easy to declare that other people are idiots, but only if you forget how idiotically difficult being human is. Especially if you have other... Read more