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100 1 _aBackman, Fredrik,
_d1981-
_eauthor.
240 1 0 _aMan som heter Ove.
_lEnglish
245 1 2 _aA man called Ove /
_cFredrik Backman.
264 1 _aLondon :
_bSceptre,
_c2015.
300 _a295 pages
336 _atext
_2rdacontent
337 _aunmediated
_2rdamedia
338 _avolume
_2rdacarrier
500 _aTranslated from the Swedish.
520 8 _aThere is something about Ove. At first sight, he is almost certainly the grumpiest man you will ever meet. He thinks himself surrounded by idiots - neighbours who can't reverse a trailer properly, joggers, shop assistants who talk in code, and the perpetrators of the vicious coup d'etat that ousted him as Chairman of the Residents' Association. He will persist in making his daily inspection rounds of the local streets. But isn't it rare, these days, to find such old-fashioned clarity of belief and deed? Such unswerving conviction about what the world should be, and a lifelong dedication to making it just so?
655 7 _aFiction in translation.
_2eflch
655 7 _aGeneral.
_2ukslc
655 7 _aFiction in Translation.
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