{"id":1078,"date":"2017-09-05T15:57:22","date_gmt":"2017-09-05T19:57:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.silvercentury.org\/2017\/09\/a-man-called-ove\/"},"modified":"2018-09-18T11:04:53","modified_gmt":"2018-09-18T15:04:53","slug":"a-man-called-ove","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/2017\/09\/a-man-called-ove\/","title":{"rendered":"A Man Called Ove"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>By Fredrik Backman \u2013 <em>Atria, 2014<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>A Man Called Ove<\/em> is a debut novel that will charm you like no other. Ove is estranged from his best friend, let go from his job and recently widowed from a wife he adored. He&#8217;d kill himself if everyone would just let him be. But that plan is foiled by new neighbors, local rule-breakers and curious children\u2014even the cat interferes. So it could not get any more exasperating for Ove. This is a feel-good story that suggests it&#8217;s possible to hit the curve ball life throws at you, if you just get out of your own way. A more loveable curmudgeon may not exist. Fans of <em>Major Pettigrew\u2019s Last Stand<\/em> and <em>Olive Kitteridge<\/em> looking to venture outside familiar American authors, your search is Ove-r. Backman&#8217;s Swedish bestseller&nbsp;has been translated into 25 languages. Read it in at least one of them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ove is estranged from his best friend, let go from his job and recently widowed from a wife he adored. He&#8217;d kill himself if everyone would just let him be.<\/p>\n<div class=\"read-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/2017\/09\/a-man-called-ove\/\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">A Man Called Ove<\/span><span class=\"meta-nav\"> &#8250;<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n<p><!-- end of .read-more --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3668,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_FSMCFIC_featured_image_caption":"","_FSMCFIC_featured_image_nocaption":null,"_FSMCFIC_featured_image_hide":null,"footnotes":""},"categories":[51,52],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1078","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-curmudgeons","category-widows-widowers"],"cc_featured_image_caption":{"caption_text":"","source_text":"","source_url":""},"wps_subtitle":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1078","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1078"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1078\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4730,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1078\/revisions\/4730"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3668"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1078"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1078"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1078"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}