Review: And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer by Fredrik Backman

About And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

• Hardcover: 76 pages
• Published: November 2016 by Atria Books
• Source:
 Library (via Overdrive)

Goodreads DescriptionFrom the New York Times bestselling author of A Man Called Ove, My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She’s Sorry, and Britt-Marie Was Here comes an exquisitely moving portrait of an elderly man’s struggle to hold on to his most precious memories, and his family’s efforts to care for him even as they must find a way to let go.

“Isn’t that the best of all life’s ages, an old man thinks as he looks at his grandchild, when a boy is just big enough to know how the world works but still young enough to refuse to accept it.”

Grandpa and Noah are sitting on a bench in a square that keeps getting smaller every day. The square is strange but also familiar, full of the odds and ends that have made up their lives: Grandpa’s work desk, the stuffed dragon that Grandpa once gave to Noah, the sweet-smelling hyacinths that Grandma loved to grow in her garden.

As they wait together on the bench, they tell jokes and discuss their shared love of mathematics. Grandpa recalls what it was like to fall in love with his wife, what it was like to lose her. She’s as real to him now as the first day he met her, but he dreads the day when he won’t remember her.

Sometimes Grandpa sits on the bench next to Ted, Noah’s father—Ted who never liked math, prefers writing and playing guitar, and has waited his entire life for his father to have time for him, to accept him. But in their love of Noah, they have found a common bond.

Grandpa, Grandma, Ted, and Noah all meet here, in this peculiar space that is growing dimmer and more confusing all the time. And here is where they will learn to say goodbye, the scent of hyacinths in the air, nothing to fear. This little book with a big message is certain to be treasured for generations to come.

My Thoughts

It’s no secret that I adore anything Fredrik Backman writes. I think I’ve pushed A Man Called Ove on just about every reader I’ve encountered. Both Ove and My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry made me cry big ugly tears, in a good way. I have yet to read Britt-Marie Was Here, and I’ve got Beartown, his newest, pre-ordered. And I’ve had And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer on hold through the library for weeks. For such a short little novel, it sure took a while to get to me!

And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer is a novella about losing what most of us hold most dear: our memory. It’s about the fear and pain that comes with cognitive decline, both for the person experiencing it and the people who love them. It’s about the struggle between anger and love, past and present. And strangely, it’s hopeful – because as Grandpa says, Noah will get the chance to make his goodbye perfect, something most of us don’t get to do and live with regret over.

True to Backman’s form, And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer is beautiful and painful and utterly perfect.