Aw, Backman, I love you, but this “novella” (really a longish short story) is pretty thin soup. It’s about the stereotypical Rich Guy who has neglected his family in pursuit of his business, and now regrets his choices after he gets cancer. The deal he makes is with death, or at least one of Death’s emissaries, a sensible lady in a gray sweater. Maybe it’s me, but all of Backman’s books have moved me, and this one did not move me in the slightest. I have to wonder whether his publisher made him put “and this happened on Christmas Eve” in the book so they could slap an evergreen on the cover and market it in December.