I looked closer and saw that it was; the little drawing he was drawing in his drawing was of his room too.

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Novelist Knausgaard (My Struggle: Book Six) lends his voice to the Why I Write series (following Patti Smith’s opening entry, Devotion), grappling with the theme of the series in a Continue reading »Life emerged when something was held firm, and whatever did that has never let go. That something was information, in the form of a very particular language in a code that had remained unchanged ever since.

The Wolves of Eternity by Karl Ove Knausgaard review: big but

Plötsligt såg jag henne som hon var. Inte som ”mamma” utan som en kvinna mellan fyrtio och femtio. Ansiktet, rynkorna runt munnen och i pannan, mungiporna som hade börjat peka nedåt. Kroppen, ryggen som kutade lite, de långa och smala fingrarna som fortfarande höll om glaset.” (Proust-inspirerat citat.)

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I said nothing to Mum about what had happened. I knew what she’d think. It’d be my fault for letting him try. I think that - in terms of something important that I can't fully articulate yet - Knausgård and Elena Ferrante are probably the world's best living novelists. When I read their books, I often get this strange, nonsensical feeling that this is the point and purpose of my consciousness... that somehow, my consciousness was "created" so that it could experience something as grand and lucid as this. This moment of taking an honest look at humanity and really seeing it, and understanding that we're all the same and that there's something sacred about all this seemingly mundane crap that we have to live through before we die. Knausgaard, who was born in 1968, grew up on Tromøy, the largest island in southern Norway, and after university in Bergen, did various jobs as he tried to become a writer, among them working on an oil platform and in a psychiatric hospital. In 1998 and in 2004, he published two novels, Out of the World and A Time for Everything, both of which won prizes in Norway. But then, as we’ve heard, he fell silent, the result largely of his battle to fictionalise his relationship with his father. (Every sentence, he once said, “was met with the thought: ‘But you’re just making this up. It has no value.’”) This quiet lasted until he began work on My Struggle, the series of books that would change his life. Change the plan you will roll onto at any time during your trial by visiting the “Settings & Account” section. What happens at the end of my trial? Through palpable tension balanced with glimmers of hope, Hoover beautifully captures the heartbreak and joy of starting over.

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A book begging to be read on the beach, with the sun warming the sand and salt in the air: pure escapism.

Remy, who was fishing at Lake Eternity, said she heard a strange noise, like some beast. Try investigating the area near the fishing spot. Med stor spenning og forventning gikk jeg inn i ARK-butikken på Trondheim Torg en fredag i slutten av oktober. Hele uken hadde jeg sett frem til dette, å kunne gå inn i en bokhandel og kjøpe Knausgård sin nye bok. Det høres kanskje ikke så spesielt ut, men det er ikke ofte man har slike opplevelser innenfor litteraturens verden, til det er det alltid altfor mange bøker som burde blitt lest for lenge siden. De sitrende følelsene ga meg en glede i seg selv, og nå i etterkant er det denne hendelsen, de forventningsfulle skrittene bort til nyhetshyllen i ARK-butikken, som vil være mitt beste minne knyttet til denne boken. Til selve lesingen er det knyttet langt mindre gledesfulle minner. I had a shower and lay down on my bed with one of the thrillers that were still on the shelf in my room, The Key to Rebecca by Ken Follett, one of my favourites. I’d read it loads of times, but realised quite soon that I could barely remember the storyline. The Wolves of Eternity,” like some 19th-century Russian novel, wrestles with the great contraries: the materialist view and the religious, the world as cosmic accident versus embodiment of some radiant intention. Is this world shot through with meaning or not? Has there ever been a better time to ask?