With the latest volume of Karl Ove Knausgaard's My Struggle appearing in English soon, a flurry of Karl Ove Knausgaard coverage is bound to accompany it. As a big Karl Ove Knausgaard fan, I approve.
I just finished Karl Ove Knausgaard's My Struggle over the weekend and I am still trying to process it, but I can say that it is one of the more affecting and resonant books I've read in quite some time. The first of six volumes, My Struggle—called A Death in the Family in Britain and To Die in Germany—is "at the center of a debate about literary ethics" and the whole fiction vs. memoir thing, but what's so striking about the book is the terrifying emotional frankness with which Knausgaard confronts his own history. Literary critic Toril Moi describes it as "expressing embarrassment and shame in a [...]
Did you ever get around to reading the first volume of Karl Ove Knausgaard's My Struggle like I suggested you do last summer? Probably not. Life is full of choices, most of them bad, and in between our trying—on the days we try—and mostly failing, a few hundred pages of intensely detailed Norwegian memoir are probably too much to bear even conceptually. I'm not judging you. Lord knows there are plenty of things I don't want to do either. But I am telling you that you are missing out. In any event, the second volume is arriving on these shores and there's an excerpt in the [...]
If you are still on the fence about Karl Ove Knausgaard's My Struggle, which, in my rambling and inarticulate way, I suggested you read back in June, you should definitely take a look at James Wood's review in the New Yorker, which does an excellent job of explaining just what it is that makes the book so compelling. Again, it's not for everyone, but this will give you a pretty solid indication as to whether or not it's for you.