I don’t think there are adequate words to describe the feeling I had when I saw that I was approved for an advanced copy of Fredrik Backman’s new book. Though I’ve only read about half of his bibliography, he is one of my all-time favorite writers. The way he balances humor and heartbreak, light and darkness, the good faces of humanity and its more sinister counterparts is frankly remarkable. My Friends is no exception. While Beartown (which is, quite frankly, a masterpiece) uses beautifully dynamic characters to tell the story of an entire town and their reaction to an event, My Friends relies almost exclusively on its characters to dig deep into the themes of art and friendship.
The simple premise of the story is a young delinquent artist with nothing in the world except what she can carry on her own back is bequeathed a priceless painting after a chance-encounter with the world-famous artist who painted it. On the long journey to sell it to an art dealer, she learns the story of the three figures in the distance of the piece. But the beauty of a Backman book is not in the premise, is it? It’s in the flawless execution of character and the interwoven interactions between them.
This is a story about friendship. Specifically, the steadfast kind of friendship you form in your young years that makes an impression on the rest of your life. They don’t always last forever, but the memories do, so much so you can close your eyes and almost smell them. It’s a story about hardship, and adversity, and our reaction toward it. It’s the story of being different and realizing that sometimes that’s okay. It’s the story of recognizing a secret piece of yourself in someone else, and the everlasting bond that can forge. It’s about brotherhood, and sticking together, and a little bit of violence.
It’s also about art. Something many can and frequently do call frivolous and unnecessary, but speaks to each of us in our secret souls. No one can deny the effect of ‘good’ art (this is absolutely a different thing for different people, but that’s a discussion for another time and place). Good art is impossible to ignore. It stops us in our tracks. Overwhelms us to the point of tears, sometimes, and goosebumps dimpling our skin. It lingers with us, preoccupies us, moves us, and sometimes catalyzes us to change.
I am always bowled over by Fredrik Backman’s writing, and though this novel is a bit grittier than some of his other work, it is about a raw and meaningful side of humanity it is sometimes too easy to look away from. It’s important to see and understand the hardships of young people, in particular. It’s important to listen.
I hope this is not the last book he decides to write, as I’ve seen him consider. With a gift like his, the world is a little bit brighter with every sentence he writes. (Even his social media captions enthrall me, if we want to get to the truth). Thank you, Atria, for the opportunity to read this novel before it is released to the rest of the world. It is a privilege, and I hope this review finds at least one person it might inspire to read it.
Note:: I received an early copy of this book from the publisher through netgalley in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are my own.
Details
Title:: My Friends
Author:: Fredrik Backman
Genre:: Contemporary Fiction
Publisher:: Atria Books
Length:: 448 pages
Audio Length:: 13h 7m
Audiobook Narrator:: Marin Ireland
Published:: May 6th, 2025
The Litertarian Rating:: 5-Stars
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