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[EPUB] ✻ Min kamp 1 ❀ Karl Ove Knausgård – Larringtonlifecoaching.co.uk
  • Paperback
  • 442 pages
  • Min kamp 1
  • Karl Ove Knausgård
  • Swedish
  • 09 August 2017
  • 9789186675349

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About the Author: Karl Ove Knausgård

Nominated to the 2004 Nordic Council s Literature Prize awarded the 2004 Norwegian Critics Prize.Karl Ove Knausg rd b 1968 made his literary debut in 1998 with the widely acclaimed novel Out of the World, which was a great critical and commercial success and won him, as the first debut novel ever, The Norwegian Critics Prize He then went on to write six autobiographical novels, titled

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  1. says:

    I sat, leaning slightly forward, and continued to stare at the screen, but I could think of nothing to say I shifted my weight, trying to find a comfortable position, and scratched my head, using my left hand my right shoulder had still not completely recovered from the skiing accident I had suffered earlier that year, when for a few days I had felt near death Now, it was hard to remember how I had experienced that time A small shower of dandruff landed on the keyboard, and I wondered if I ought to change to a different brand of shampoo, but I had recently bought five bottles of Garnier Extra Mild, which were still sitting on the right hand side of the cupboard under the bathroom sink, just behind a blue and white packet of paper tissues It seemed ridiculous to waste the shampoo I visualized the curved font on the label now it occurred to me that exactly the same font had appeared on the tins of golden syrup I had eagerly spooned over my porridge as an eight year old Not only that, the color of the shampoo was almost the same as that of the syrup I felt a sudden connection to the person I had been then, and saw my father, now dead, looking at me as I dragged my spoon through the viscous syrup, sti...

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    But Dad was no longer breathing That was what had happened to him, the connection with the air had been broken, now it pushed against him like any other object, a log, a gasoline can, a sofa He no longer poached air, because that is what you do when you breathe, you trespass, again and again you trespass on the world I first met Karl Ove Knausgaard while watching an interview he gave to BBC He has all this barely tamed hair surrounding a face that conveys peaceful reflection He has dramatic, bold features Hollywood casting need look no further for what a novelist should look like or an artist or maybe even a poet I can easily see him walking around in a toga in Ancient Greece, with a flock of students following him around, waiting to tongue any words he wished to speak Karl Ove is obsessed with his father, and therefore by extension, he is obsessed with himself To understand how he feels about his father, he has to also understand himself He can t just loath his father without loathing himself He can t like himself until he figures out what it was that made his father so indifferent Did his father abuse him Karl Ove doesn ...

  3. says:

    I lay on the beige textile corner sofa thinking that I should start writing my review for A Death InThe Family, My Struggle Part 1 I sit up, unplug the laptop from the white charger and sit back down I open the lid, punch in the password and click on the Notes application icon A new blank page is revealed to me I then start to look at the empty screen and realize I am hungry I sit up again and take an orange form the fruit basket who also containes pears, apples, bananas and kiwis I reach for the fruit knife from the counter and start to cut the orange peel in equal sized parts The smell of fresh orange juice fills my nostrils with expectation I start to unwrap each juicy orange bit and put them in a bowl to take with me I lay in the sofa again with the laptop on my lap I start to type a few words while eating the orange Bored already I am However, Knausgaard writes in the same excruciating detail about all sorts of mundane stuff and I was never bored almost while reading this almost 500 pages memoir Here is an example of his detail at its worse I joined Yngve, who was standing in front of the house hold detergents section We took Jif for the bathroom, Jif for the kitchen, Ajax all purpose cleaner, Ajax window cleaner, Mr Muscle for extra diff...

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    Karl Ove Knausgaard Norwegian novelist born in 1968This first volume of the author s novel captures episodes in his life, usually as a boy growing up but sometimes events in his twenties and thirties and also reflections as he writes in his forties, through a particular lens the poignant emotions and heart break of a teenager While this would probably be a formula for literary disaster if attempted by most writers, in the skillful hands of Mr Knausgaard it is a formidable achievement.How does he do it Darn if I know but, like a Cirque du Soleil juggler juggling eleven balls at once, Karl Ove makes it look easy You might ask Why can t I write like that Well, go ahead and try You will find out very quickly just how extremely difficult such a feat is to pull off For example, he mixes this hypersensitivity with both light and dark humor as he sits at his writing desk and projects how the public will ponder his death, and captures the flavor in a number of wonderfully whimsical poems Here are a few snatches Here lies a man who never complainedA happy life he never gainedHis last words before he diedAnd went to cross the great divideWere Oh, Lord, there s such a chillCan someone send a happy pill Here lies a man of lettersA noble man of Nordic birthAlas, his...

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    My first impression of Karl Ove Knausgaard came from a black and white photograph published with a review of his book A Time For Everything in The New York Review of Books.He is seen smoking against the rugged Norwegian landscape, hair disheveled, wearing an old, battered tee shirt, lost in thought Completely and unabashedly himself, yet ill at ease Entirely present, feet deeply rooted in the present moment, yet his mind is clearly in flight, flickering at the surface of his gaze.The striking portrait somehow encompasses all of the qualities of his writing intense, raw, physical, elusive, inquisitive and elemental.http www.nybooks.com articles archiWhat Knausgaard achieves in My Struggle , his mad yet mesmerizing 6 volume autobiographical enterprise, is simply the most real depiction of the movements of the mind that I have ever read A life told in its most boring minutiae and its most elemental highs and lows, as it moves from the most mundane to the most transcendent.Knausgaard plays alongside Proust or Virginia Woolf in his desire to encapsulate all of his experience as a human being, a teenager, a son, a friend, a lover, a father but most of all a writer But he does it with even urgency, radicality, anger and modernity An Everyman of the 21st century with a 17th century temperament.The second volume of this autobiography, which tackles the fire and vagaries of love as well as the deep ambivalences that lie at the h...

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    Life s a pitch, as the old woman said She couldn t pronounce her b s I m not sure I can say much of anything about this work that hasn t already been said I still have several volumes to finish The next one is nearly 600 pages, so in a way, I m just getting started on this enterprise Perhaps the best I can do is to offer a few of my observations All I keep thinking is that this is the best boring book I ve ever read I can t believe how utterly boring it is and that I cared Every detail seemed mundane and lead to nowhere I can t believe that Knausgaard actually made me care about his first beer run or the detailed cleaning strategy he used to prepare his deceased father s home for a wake In the London Book of Reviews, the novelist Ben Lerner writes, It s easy to marshal examples of what makes My Struggle mediocre The problem is it s amazing And that s exactly right This boring book is amazing Ask me why, and I doubt I could adequately answer The only fleck of amazement I can even begin to articulate is the genius it took to actually remember or create an allusion to memory that had to occur for this book to be written How in the world could anyone remember such detail from a decade ago I can barely remember five minutes ago I found it almost unbelievable that Knausgaard remembered how deep he dipped his teabag into the cup at his Grandmother s house back in the early 90s The only way I could continue reading and find it believable was to devise some theories as to how he...

  7. says:

    Book 1 A Death in the Family And death, which I have always regarded as the greatest dimension of life, dark, compelling, was no than a pipe that springs a leak, a branch that cracks in the wind, a jacket that slips off a clothes hanger and falls to the floor First, let me say something about this novel and I m assuming the next five novels that is both simple and genius This is a weird book It captures the reader because it falls into a funky zone between memoir and fiction He is telling secrets Opening the dirty closets Cleaning the shit out of an old house It is exhibitionism of sex, shit, death, life, etc., but it is also a clear reflection So much of the power of this novel for me is a direct response to how clear I see myself in his exposure I read about his relationship with his brother, his father, his girlfriends, his mother and I see myself I see his thoughts on music and art and I think, hell, that is me too I know it isn t, but that is the trick Knausgaard uses these forms, or cr...

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    that statistic about how often the average man thinks of sex well, double it, change sex to death and you have a hint as to what s going on in my head the thought that spoiler you, me, and everyone we know, ever will know, and or ever will know of, will end up an inanimate object seems preposterously unfair and, conversely, is what drives me to live it the hell up in my pitifully brief time on this less than a speck of dust in our expanding universe obsessed with death, a collector of death no bodies in my basement, i m talkin the artistic and historical representation of , karl ove knausg rd jumps to the top of my personal canon thanon , edging in there right under ol philip nothing terrible, nothing true larkin as with life KOK s secondary subject , there re pages and pages of dullsville until a flash of the morbidly sublime, ineffable, mysterious rears its head and all that banality as with boring memories seen through the lens of time passed takes on the hazy glow of significance.an imperfect book my favorite of the year because of its imperfections and five volumes to come yee fuckin haw on seeing his father s corpse Now I saw his lifeless state And that there was no longer any difference between what once had been my father and the table he was lying on, or the floor on which the table stood, or the wall socket beneath the window, or the cable running to the lamp beside him For...

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    It was a sense of bewilderment at the utter banality that is the immediate surface of this project of Knausgaard s that at first had me thinking I m not going to be able to see this book through and questioning not only whether it was worth my time but actually was it worth his, all this writing It was a genuine bewilderment because I was taken aback, flustered, and not a little annoyed that he seemed so casual in his approach, so utterly unconcerned with any kind of decoration, any kind of Style, that thing that lets one know one is reading a personality that has encountered a world in some kind of authentic way Nabokov is an overture of interlocking etyms fluttering in accord of each other in a flower garden like the lepidoptera he obsesses over and Gaddis is turmoiled density a kind of cacophony that emerges as tonal bliss and Joyce is the music of the spheres, a radiant cosmos, and Woolf is a kind of chamber orchestra in a shadowy room, but what was this Just a man talking Knausgaard is not a stylist, he is not a musician, he might be something like when the rain streaks the pavement dif...

  10. says:

    Jawdroppingly good Somehow both a memoir and a page turner As smart as it gets, beautiful, and unusually simple for something this deep A couple of knockout sequences New Year s Eve party and especially cleaning his Grandma s house I read it in a day, lagging only when he approached art history I am continually amazed, years later, after re r...

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