BookBrowse Reviews My Friends by Fredrik Backman

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The author of A Man Called Ove returns with a heartwarming exploration of love, grief, and friendship.

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Fredrik Backman's latest novel, My Friends, is a touching story that revolves around four fourteen-year-old friends during one glorious, adolescent summer. In a working-class coastal town, Joar, Ted, Ali, and a boy only known as "the artist" bond over being misfits, odd ones out who are constantly attacked by their peers. Joar, the leader of the group, decides that the artist is the only one of them that has a chance to be something better, to escape their bleak future. He encourages—demands—that his friend enter an art contest, convinced he'll win and that the victory will be his ticket to a better life.

Twenty-five years later, the resulting painting has become world famous, and Louisa, a homeless eighteen-year-old who is a fan of the work, meets the artist. When the artist passes away soon after their encounter, he leaves his painting to her and charges his old friend Ted with making sure she receives it. Ted and Louisa end up on a train together, heading back to the artist's hometown, where Ted knows someone who will help sell the valuable piece. During the journey, Ted tells Louisa about his friends, how the painting came to be, and the story of that carefree summer.

The narrative contains quite a lot of heartbreak, particularly in the book's early chapters. Louisa is grieving the recent overdose of her best friend; Ted is mourning the loss of the artist, and his sorrow is palpable. "Ted's chest hurts, like crying without oxygen," Backman writes, "because grief does so many strange things to people, and one of those things is that we forget how to breathe." Backman also describes the mental and physical suffering inflicted on Louisa and the four teens by the adults who should be supporting them—the artist's parents constantly telling him to "just be normal"; Joar's father routinely beating him; Louisa's mother abandoning her as a five-year-old. I'm not easily moved, but even I must admit that some particularly affecting scenes had me in tears.

But Backman manages to find humor even in the midst of pain. "Soon Ted will stand up and discover that he's forgotten how to walk too…when the soul leaves the body, evidently the last thing it does is tie our shoelaces together," he quips. Some of the scenes on the train between the brash, sarcastic Louisa and the neurotic, cynical Ted are laugh-out-loud funny, providing much needed comic relief from the emotional weight of the narrative.

Backman's prose is simple, but he is profound and searching about ideas like grief, friendship, love, and the beauty of the world around us:

"[H]ealthy people aren't quite right in the head, the artist thinks. Surely taking life for granted is the whole point of being here…It's an act of magnificent rebellion to do meaningless things, to waste time, to swim and drink soda and sleep late. To be silly and frivolous, to laugh at stupid little jokes and tell stupid little stories…That's all of life. All we can hope for. You mustn't think about the fact that it might end, because then you live like a coward, you never love too much or sing too loudly. You have to take it for granted…That's the only courageous thing a person can do."

And Backman has the amazing ability to transport his readers back to their own youths, to those idyllic childhood years before adult responsibilities took over. In reading My Friends, readers may relive their own summers, when all they did was hang out with their friends and get into innocent trouble. The wistfulness he evokes feels almost magical.

My only gripe with My Friends is Backman's overuse of foreshadowing. He tells us early on that "the summer started and ended with death," and over the course of the plot we're repeatedly reminded that something bad is coming. ("That was the last time I swam in the sea with my friends," Ted tells Louisa, ominously.) As a device to keep the reader eagerly turning the pages, needing to find out what tragedy awaits, it's an effective one—but it's too obviously, and frustratingly, manipulative. There's one scene, for example, in which one of the teens shows up covered in blood… but Backman reveals several pages later that they'd simply cut themselves. There's this constant sense of anticipation followed by an abrupt letdown; and the overall effect, I think, is to weaken the story's impact.

During a pivotal scene, one character quotes the Mary Oliver poem "The Summer Day" (see Beyond the Book) to the artist: "Tell me, what is it you plan to do / with your one wild and precious life?" In My Friends, Backman shows us how one might answer that question, illustrating the beauty and fragility of life and friendship. The result is a charming, poignant novel with a huge heart.

This review first ran in the June 4, 2025 issue of BookBrowse Recommends.