Anyway. To sum up, let’s put it like this: I’m no good at driving slowly, I’m way too soft, I fall in love far too easily, I lose my head when I get angry, and I’m bad at math. I’ve read a bit, but I don’t really know much, and certainly nothing anyone would find useful. And stalactites grow faster than I can write. So what on earth can a man like Daniel Hoffmann use someone like me for? The answer is—as you might have worked out already—as a fixer. Our protagonist sees himself as useless, but as this paragraph shows, he has logical thoughts and deep feelings.
Olav Johansen is full of contradictions. He has an “innate talent for subordination. ”And things get a bit messy when people like that, who have to be in charge, who have to sit on the throne, find out that their women are being unfaithful. I think the Daniel Hoffmanns of this world would have better and simpler lives if they could learn to look the other way, and maybe accept that their wives had an affair or two. When Maria (a deaf-and-dumb clerk at the supermarket) and Corina (whom he is contracted to “fix”) are in trouble, Olav rescues them without considering the consequences or knowing all the facts.
Throughout the book, Olav bemoans his lack of literacy while demonstrating that he is widely read. I’ve read that a human head weighs about four and a half kilos, which, at a speed of seventy kilometers an hour, gives the sort of force that would take someone better at math than me to work out.
In the end, his flaw is not that he is subordinate or dyslexic, but that he is too confident in his own analysis. Classic nerd.
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