
Anger spills up in Bo at the mere thought of what his son Hans is about to do. All Bo wants is to go about his business, live out his remaining days caring for his beloved dog Sixten, and Hans is trying to take him away? Bo fights and resists, but as his body continues to fail him more and more, his thoughts turn inward. He floats between his present and his past, reexamining his life as it comes to him in flashes, acknowledging the challenges and finding grace where he can.
This novel is an ode to aging, unlike any I’ve ever read. We live with Bo as he is confronting the frustration and anguish of his failing body, the humiliating reliance on others for his sustenance, his activity and his personal hygiene – and we feel it all with him on a granular level. Sixten, his hound and companion, whom he in truth can no longer care for, is symbolic of all he no longer can do for himself, the loss of autonomy, and the role reversal that comes with being the aged parent of an adult child.
We also glimpse into his life, as he examines his relationship with his own father. We see that even as old as he is, Bo is still haunted by so many memories of ill treatment by and anger toward his father. He has spent much of his life trying differentiate himself from his own father. He worries how he has fathered his own son in comparison: Has he lived up to his goal? Has he been a good father? Where has he gone wrong?
There are few books that are as compelling as I found this one to be.
