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 mediumsized 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 glassfronted 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."
Excerpted from A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman. Copyright © 2014 by Fredrik Backman. Excerpted by permission of Atria Books. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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