Boyhood Island – Karl Ove Knausgaard

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The third volume of Knausgaard’s My Struggle is out, to predictable controversy. “A masterpiece for the age of the selfie,” says Anthony Cummins  (The Observer, Sunday 23/14); John Crace subjects it to one of his masterly take-offs – “Writing about writing. Writing about not writing. Who cares which when the bandwagon’s rolling?” (The Guardian, 24/3/14), and Hari Kunzru muses on how hard it is to get a grip on how compelling the books are “because much of it appears painfully banal.”(The Guardian (8/3/14)

We  wrote along similar lines in Gert’s previous blog:
What is it about Karl Ove Knausgaard that is so fascinating? It’s not that, stylistically, he’s such a wonderful writer, as far as one can tell from an English translation. There are some marvellous passages – the description of clearing out his father’s house in A Death in the Family, Linda’s giving birth in A Man in Love, and a lot of the writing about nature and the weather. But there’s a lot (a lot!) of stuff like this:
            ‘I got up, put a tea bag in a cup, poured the steaming water over it, went to the fridge to get a carton of milk, then sat down.’
        ‘I switched on the light, sorted the clothes into four heaps, coloureds forty, coloureds sixty, whites forty, whites sixty, and shoved two of the piles into the two big machines, poured powder into the detachable drawer on the control panel and switched it on.’

In fact this minute attention to mundanity is part of Knausgaard’s project. He observes himself, his everyday actions and his feelings as a primate keeper might observe the behavior of his chimps. And yet he is not detached. The primate keeper is the observer, but he is also inside the chimp’s mind and heart, the mind and heart of a writer, a lover, a parent, a house-husband, a son, a friend, a displaced Norwegian. This is what it’s like, really like, to be all those things at once. Above all there is the furious will of the self to survive, no matter what the demands of love may be.

Many despise Knausgaard for writing so frankly about the people in his life, and for them that’s the end of the conversation. But the eerie hold Knausgaard has over so many readers (including Gert) asks us to think a bit further. Hari Kunzru’s article is a great starting-point.

http://www.theguardian.com/books/2014/mar/07/karl-ove-knausgaard-my-struggle-hari-kunzru

 

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2 thoughts on “Boyhood Island – Karl Ove Knausgaard

  1. Ah Karl Ove it’s been so long. I should have Boyhood Island in my hands this time next week. Like many others I can’t quite work out why this writing is so addictive. This time I will try to read slowly. It’s going to be a long wait for volume 4.

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  2. There’s a rather baffled review in “The Age” Saturday March 29th and another in “The Saturday Paper” of the same date. The second one suggest KOK is pulling his head in a bit in response to the outrage of members of his family. Looking forward to making my own judgment.

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