My Struggle: Book 2

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Product Details

Price
$20.00  $18.60
Publisher
Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Publish Date
Pages
608
Dimensions
5.48 X 8.38 X 1.56 inches | 1.14 pounds
Language
English
Type
Paperback
EAN/UPC
9780374534158

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About the Author

Karl Ove Knausgaard was born in Norway in 1968. My Struggle has won countless international literary awards and has been translated into more than fifteen languages.

Don Bartlett
has translated dozens of books of various genres, including several novels and short story collections by Jo Nesbø and It's Fine by Me by Per Petterson. He lives in Norfolk, England.

Reviews

"Intense and vital . . . Where many contemporary writers would reflexively turn to irony, Knausgaard is intense and utterly honest, unafraid to voice universal anxieties . . . The need for totality . . . brings superb, lingering, celestial passages . . . He wants us to inhabit he ordinariness of life, which is sometimes visionary, sometimes banal, and sometimes momentous, but all of it perforce ordinary because it happens in the course of a life, and happens, in different forms, to everyone . . ." --James Wood, The New Yorker

"Steadily absorbing, lit up by pages of startling insight and harrowing honesty, My Struggle introduces into world literature a singular character and immerses us in his fascinating Underground Man consciousness." --Phillip Lopate

"A rope round the neck, a knife in the heart. The book is full of magic. The world simply opens up . . . Knausgaard will have the same status as Henrik Ibsen and Knut Hamsun." --Kristeligt Dagblad (Denmark)

"Ruthless beauty." --Aftenposten (Norway)

"This first installment of an epic quest should restore jaded readers to life." --The Independent

"Between Proust and the woods . . . Like granite, precise and forceful. More real than reality." --La Repubblica (Italy)

"Breathtakingly good." --The New York Times Book Review

"[Knausgaard's] preternatural facility for description . . . speaks not only to the sheer pleasure his fiction affords, but to the philosophical stakes of that pleasure." --Mark Sussman, Los Angeles Review of Books