A New York Times bestseller, My Struggle Book One introduces American readers to the audacious, addictive, and profoundly surprising international literary sensation that is the provocative and brilliant six volume autobiographical novel by Karl Ove Knausgaard It has already been anointed a Proustian masterpiece and is the rare work of dazzling literary originality that is intensely, irresistibly readable Unafraid of the big issues death, love, art, fear and yet committed to the intimate details of life as it is lived, My Struggle is an essential work of contemporary literature....
|Title||:||My Struggle: Book 1|
|Publisher||:||Farrar, Straus and Giroux Reprint edition May 28, 2013|
|Number of Pages||:||448 pages|
|File Size||:||597 KB|
|Status||:||Available For Download|
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My Struggle: Book 1 Reviews
Knausgård's first volume in his 6 volume My Struggle has finally been published in English. This is one of the most successful books ever published in Norway and deserves a wider audience. Book One introduces us to Knausgård's life with his recollections of his earliest memories through his teenage years. The second half, focused on arranging his father's funeral while finishing his first novel, deals with his complicated relationship and feelings about his very strange and pathetic father.
This book is brilliant, but it is frustrating. I want to give it a high rating for it’s undeniable magnificence, but a lower rating for the actual experience I had reading it. I suppose I’ll rate it somewhere in the middle.
This series starts off gripping the reader: I was enthralled for the same reasons most other reviewers seem to indicate. As the pages flew by my interest started to wane slightly. I became mildly self-conscious. Am I a stereotypical American in need of constant neurotransmitter candy, clearly defined endings, a return to the tonic at every chapter's end? I loved Bolano and a handful of other 1000 page doorstops and prolix jeremiads. I soldiered on, and on, and on. Banal. Solipsistic. Ennui. The criticisms from other reviewer come to mind and echo my sentiments somewhere around the three-quarters point in the first book.