Fredrik Backman is 1 of my favorite authors. He writes in Swedish, but his English is excellent. I absolutely love his quirky sense of humor - he has this magical way of finding warmth and wisdom in everyday life.
This 1 is a short read - and it feels like watching a stage play. The whole story unfolds inside an apartment building, with a small cast of residents.
Potential Spoilers Ahead!
Lucas is a classic introvert. He avoids socializing and finds joy in video games, red wine, and pad thai with peanuts. But 1 day, 3 people from the building’s management knock on his door, demanding to inspect his frying pan. Apparently, someone dumped a pan where trash isn’t allowed, so now they want to check every resident’s pan. Lucas, being logical, argues that only someone who doesn’t currently own a pan could’ve thrown 1 away. His reasoning is so sharp that they appoint him head of the “Frying Pan Incident Committee.” For Lucas, who prefers solitude and control, this is a nightmare. He refuses repeatedly, but they ignore - and that’s the first nod to the book’s title: The Answer Is No.
Then comes the neighbor in the purple dress. She demands Lucas’s Wi-Fi password. He doesn’t want to engage, but gives it anyway - a “kind” gesture that backfires. She’s deep into social media and joins all sorts of odd groups, including 1 obsessed with the existence of angels. She tries to praise her “angelic” neighbor Lucas but posts in the wrong group, attracting a bunch of spiritual weirdos who camp outside his door just to meet the “angel.”
At this point, I was laughing out loud. The absurdity, the sharp language - it’s brilliant. Backman uses storytelling to poke fun at all kinds of people: those who blindly follow rules, who chat warmly with strangers but ignore their own family, who avoid all social contact, or who chase celebrities because their own lives feel empty.
There’s also a woman in green who lives in the building. She’s constantly caring for her husband and kids, who take her for granted. After a car accident, the doctor realizes her wounds are emotional, not physical. So they lie to her family, saying she’s still unconscious, while she secretly enjoys some alone time in her apartment - and becomes friends with Lucas. She loves pad thai too, just without peanuts.
Lucas, the purple-dress neighbor, and the green-shirt guest have many conversations. Lucas clearly doesn’t want to talk, but he listens, even offers advice. If he were truly antisocial, he wouldn’t do any of that. He’s not unhappy - he’s just used to a simple kind of happiness.
In the end, Lucas uses his people skills to solve the frying pan mystery and other issues. Then he finds a quiet spot to “pretend to be unconscious” and go back to his games, wine, and pad thai.
Backman’s signature snark is all over this book - which I love. When describing Lucas’s aversion to people, he writes: “He doesn’t want enemies, but he also doesn’t want to risk making the only thing that’s worse than that: friends.”And his take on small talk is this: “the cruelest form of interpersonal terrorism.”I couldn’t agree more. 1 of my worst nightmares is being stuck in an elevator with a colleague - just the 2 of us. Every second feels like a year.
So, solitude vs. socializing - which brings more joy?
I used to think I was an extrovert, always trying to make friends. But the fact is - most of my sleepless nights come from relationship drama. I’ve realized I’m someone who doesn’t like socializing. I’d rather eat instant noodles alone than dine with strangers over reheated meals. Like Lucas, I have my solitude trio: books, caffee, and anything my air fryer can cook in under 10 minutes. I read, sip tea or coffee, and snack on warm bread or chicken bites - and I totally get Lucas’s joy in being alone.
Still, even someone as allergic to people as I am needs quality social interaction. So I regularly meet up with close friends who share my values. Sometimes I join events with strangers - not expecting to make friends, but hoping to meet someone I genuinely click with.
Lucas’s interactions with the purple-dress and green-shirt women are his social limit. He stays true to himself - choosing solitude even after some pleasant exchanges. Backman, as usual, doesn’t judge, just describes. If more people did that in real life - less judgment, more understanding - the world would be a lot more peaceful.
When I read about the green-shirt woman being taken for granted, I was surprised. Even in progressive Nordic societies, women’s contributions are often overlooked. But it makes sense - being a woman is a “condition”. Wherever you go, women’s efforts are assumed. She had been a wife and mom for so long, people forgot she was also herself. Her family only realized her importance when she was “gone.” That part felt cliche, but the real growth came when they learned to care for themselves and appreciated her more deeply.
Men, in particular, seem to lose basic life skills once they settle down. This happens everywhere - from Asia to Scandinavia. Maybe women should occasionally “pretend to be unconscious” so the men don’t forget how to function. Haha!
And of course, everyone needs gap time. However long it takes, we should allow ourselves to rest, unapologetically. As Backman says: “Sometimes what people really need most of all is a prescription for a break.”
So yes, the answer is no - to meaningless socializing, unreasonable demands, and giving energy to things you don’t believe in. I’d add: say no to living with people who don’t value you. Say yes to a life that makes you happy.
4.8 / 5 stars