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I den selvbiografiske roman Min kamp beskriver forfatteren Karl Ove Knausgård sin kamp for at komme overens med livet, sig selv, sine litterære ambitioner og de mennesker, han har omkring sig.

I romanen fortæller forfatteren om sit forhold til sin far og faderens død. Dødsfaldet sætter gang i et stort praktisk og følelsesmæssigt oprydningsarbejde, hvor erindringer om opvæks
Hardcover, 488 pages
Published 2010 by Linghardt og Ringhof (first published 2009)
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Oct 26, 2014 Manny rated it 3 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: People who want to know what all the fuss is about
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 more 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 i ...more
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 strikin
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 d
“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
For the heart, life is simple: it beats for as long as it can. Then it stops.

I'm not sure what to say about this book except that once I started reading I kept going for the next two days. A couple nights ago the current issue of The New Yorker popped up on my iPad; I idly scrolled to the review of this book by James Wood. I read only a few sentences then called Books Inc. They had a copy. I walked over and picked it up even though it was almost 10 pm – and started reading.

James Wood calls My St
Stephen P
Nov 07, 2014 Stephen P rated it 4 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommended to Stephen by: Lee
Past the delicatessen I stopped at the shop window surrounded by the mob. Shouldering and pushing I made my way near the front. Standing near someone wearing too much perfume and someone not enough I located myself close by to see the desk, red writing blotter, the mirror attached across from him and the stack of books on the far side by the crook of his elbow. A store employee arrived with a clean glass ashtray. A cigarette dangled from the writers stained lips, yellowed teeth. Fingertips also ...more
Nick Wellings
For some reason, My Struggle (AKA, in the UK - 'A Death in the Family') made it into James Wood's Books of the Year 2012. Woods is, like Kakutani, a doyen of critics, and his word always carries a weight of sensitivity and intelligence gained from years of reading and teaching about literature. With Woods' nodding imprimatur bestowed upon it one would imagine the literary cachet of Knausgard's book is beyond reproach.

But having read my Struggle (and boy, what a struggle) I fear for Mr. Wood's cr
Within a week of each other my mother and a grad school friend recommended this to me, both calling it "up my alley," maybe because it's a literary autobiography unafraid of piling on detail and ripping off pages of dense, insightful exposition. I hadn't seen the James Wood review in The New Yorker (didn't skim it until after I wrote a draft of this review), but I've long been a lover of the look and feel of Archipelago's books and I'm an Anselm Keifer fan (there's a Keifer on the cover). Fictio ...more
I spent a lot of time, especially at the beginning of this, wondering about why I personally swear to hate memoir, but then go ahead and fall in love with these autobiographical novels. I worry there's something vaguely misogynistic about this, since I tend (rightly or wrongly) to think of memoirists as mostly female and navel-gazey novelists as mostly male... And isn't the difference mostly just one of packaging? Maybe, maybe not. I think I take the point of a memoir to be a memoirist's persona ...more
It is said that this book is a modern rendition of Proust's Remembrances, making me an untrustworthy narrator for this review as I've never read the French giant's magnum opus of life's minutiae. Yes, I have Lydia Davis's new translation of Proust, but no, I haven't mustered the courage -- yet. Reading Knaussgard's book won't help. Rather than inspire me to read Proust, it inspires me to read My Struggle: Book 2: A Man in Love, just released. Such is life.

If plot's the thing, this 440-pager is p
There is something beguiling about the way Knausgaard writes, and it was this beguilement that I found particularly vexing while reading the first volume of his memoir. The way he moved between narrative and hackneyed existential aside, discussing very banal things from his teenage years with no real symbolic foundation, the unmusical, often horrible snippets of dialogue (possibly an issue with the translation), and just the whole feel of an existential, self-pitying extravaganza that got increa ...more
Jim Elkins
This review has two postscripts. What follows is a negative review of vol. 1, which I read when it was first out; now "My Struggle" is famous, and the 3 volumes out in English have gotten some very reflective reviews. Some thoughts on those at the end.

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It’s possible this book may be memorable. It has structural, narrative, and tonal problems that may, in the end, turn out to be strengths. I have no idea why it has gotten so many rave reviews, why it seems “like real life,” or why “the public h
Barry Pierce
The hype around these books is immense. I’ve been meaning to start them for months but now I’ve started and ugh I’d already ordered the second one while I was half-way through this one. I really liked this. Knausgaard is an insufferable, narcissistic arsehole and I love every fibre of his being. This book covers some of his teenage years and the death of his father. His prose is just fantastic and poetic and ugh you just want to bathe in it. I know already that I’m gonna love this series, I cann ...more
this book is purportedly fiction, as evidenced by the fact that it won several european prizes for fiction. however, it seems like pretty much straight autobiography to me.

i mean the main character has the author's name, he was born in norway and moved to sweden, as did the author. he has a wife and three children, as does the author. at one point in the book, he describes the picture on the cover of his first novel, which was designed by his brother, so i checked and sure enough it really is th

I finished this book standing in line at the market, thankful for the woman three customers ahead of me who was making a complicated beer purchase that gave me time to read. And of course standing in line in a stinky discount food market reminded me of a whole phase of my stinky childhood, and the woman reminded me of a close relative who passed her love affair with alcohol down the family line. But unlike Knausgaard, I’m not going to go there right now.

When the narrator is sitting in the kitch
Eddie Watkins
I set off with a sigh. Above me the entire sky had opened. What a few hours earlier had been plain, dense cloud cover now took on landscapelike formations, a chasm with long flat stretches, steep walls, and sudden pinnacles, in some places white and substantial like snow, in others gray and as hard as rock, while the huge surfaces illuminated by the sunset did not shine or gleam or have a reddish glow, as they could, rather they seemed as if they had been dipped in some liquid. They hung over th
Karl Ove Knausgaard's six-volume autobiography/novel has now gone from being a best-seller in Norway to such notoriety elsewhere that Zadie Smith as written, "Everywhere I've gone this past year the talk, among bookish people, has been of this Norwegian" (NYR, Dec. 5, 2013: 16). Such talk is based upon the English translation of only the first two volumes of this work, with the remainder eagerly awaited. The obvious comparison, and one that several reviewers have drawn, is Proust. Yes, in terms ...more
Eric Lundgren
Hard to quantify a response to what is undoubtedly the work of a major artist. Knausgaard's work is well beyond the range of any stars you can throw at it. It moved me, it amazed, depressed, and bored me, it consoled me through some difficult things in my own life, and I am grateful to be done with it (well, done with volume 1!). The aesthetic of this autobiographical novel involves long passages when the writing seems to hum along in very low gear: an endless-seeming account of illicitly buying ...more
Li, há dias, que a poesia sincera não é boa poesia. Talvez isto se aplique a toda a literatura...

A Morte do Pai é o primeiro volume, de uma série de seis, nos quais Karl Ove Knausgård conta a sua vida pessoal.
Do que li - pouco mais de 150 páginas - concluo que Karl Ove teve uma infância e uma adolescência vulgares: os amigos, as primeiras paixonetas, a descoberta do sexo, o gosto pela música, a relação com a família. Nada que, para mim, tenha o mínimo interesse. É um facto que já li muitos livr
A mini-review in four words:
Heteronormative masculinity in crisis.

Reading notes (sans spoilers):

Part 1

"the concealment of our dead"; our "system that keeps death out of sight" — a face in the sea — "As your perspective of the world increases not only is the pain it inflicts on you less but also its meaning" — male domesticity; a hatred of fish; a mother's presence — evening news broadcast; shame — the passing of time — late self-portrait by Rembrandt in the National Gallery, London; eyes; mise-
M. Sarki
The last hundred pages are more than worth the toll it takes to get through the hundred or so pages of his hiding beer as a kid and his playing guitar and his lack of success with girls. When his father is finally dead and his brother and he have to clean up the pathetic and disgusting mess, hat's off to Knausgård. Brilliant work and something that resonated with me more than anything else he wrote in the book. There is a redemptive quality to finishing one of these volumes and it is enough to c ...more
I cannot recommend this book more. This author is brilliant. I read a review before I bought the book where they called the book "a movement" and I thought it sounded kind of pretentious, but gave it a try anyway. I'm so glad I did.

Karl Ove is Proustian in his description of everyday life. He can spend pages describing the most mundane things, but his books are still compulsively readable because of his innate ability to capture these internal thoughts that we all have, but never really articula
Dustin Kurtz
As it turns out, we all grew up in Norway in the seventies and were just waiting to have the fact explained to us.
Feb 27, 2014 Oriana marked it as didntfinish-yet  ·  review of another edition
Shelves: read-2014
I keep hearing wonderful things about this one, put out by the marvelous small press Archipelago, and here's one more, from the Word Bookstore newsletter:

Teens hiding beers in the snow; weird high school parties; cover bands at the mall; coffee in filthy homes; and, wait, what, is that dad’s face on the news in the ocean? The first volume of Knausgaard’s autobiography-as-novel, My Struggle, is overflowing: with meditations on art, writing, family and, finally, death. And though an “autobiography
If only the rare poetic moments dazzled through the otherwise mundane narration more often, this would have been an unforgettable book for better reasons. Instead, it's largely filled with minutiae: passage after passage concerning largely obvious and irrelevant details of daily life that one doesn't see in truly good books. Any reader can imagine without being told that one pours coffee into a "clean cup" (pouring coffee into cups is perhaps the thing I will remember most about this book) or th ...more
Karl Ove Knausgaard's My Struggle (Book One) is totally addictive. Knausgaard tells the story through an intense detailing of several episodes, including his dazzlingly vibrant first love, then jumps to himself as husband and writer about to have his first book published, dealing with his alcoholic father's sudden death. He and his brother travel to his father's home, where their grandmother, seemingly alcoholic and somewhat senile, also lives. As the brothers clean the house to prepare for the ...more
My Struggle by Karl Ove Knausgaard (Archipelago, 2012. Trans. from the Norwegian by Don Bartlett)

My Struggle by the contemporary Norwegian writer Karl Ove Knausgaard is one of the rare books in translation to have gotten any attention these days. The reviews have been so positive some have declared the book a masterpiece.

My Struggle is a memoir about the author’s life that moves between his childhood and the present, and focuses on his difficult relationship with his father. The passages in whic

There is absolutely nothing I can compare this book to. It's in a league all on its own. It's highly autobiographical literature - and not the prettified type where people only write down what they want the world to see. No, in this book, the dirty laundry is out here, and even though it isn't scandalous laundry, I can imagine that not everyone is pleased that this book is out there.

Central to this book is his relationship with his brother and father. The first one full of the adoration of a yo
My Struggle is unlike any book I’ve read. Sincere and genuine, it’s surprisingly—and refreshingly—free of irony and sarcasm. A meditation on death, Book One is a reminder that everything and everyone is impermanent. But this is not just some treatise on sorrow and pointlessness, rather, Knausgaard celebrates the mundane, as that’s really all we’ve got. A neurotically detailed document, My Struggle logs all of the minutiae that make up a stray thought, a day, a life. Raw, prolix, messy, and tange ...more
Such an intense and compelling book to read!
There was nothing joyful,cheerful or light hearted about this book at all.
But the intensity of this man's writing just keeps you riveted and this is just the first of six books!
I thought the writing was really amazing and his use of minute details
especially added to the power of this story.
I found the story very moving,sad and at times upsetting especially the way his dad ends up and that he had such a difficult relationship with his dad.

This is defini
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Nominated to the 2004 Nordic Council’s Literature Prize & awarded the 2004 Norwegian Critics’ Prize.

Karl Ove Knausgård (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 has since received several literary prizes for his books.
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“For the heart, life is simple: it beats for as long as it can. Then it stops.” 50 likes
“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 humans are merely one form among many, which the world produces over and over again, not only in everything that lives but also in everything that does not live, drawn in sand, stone, and water. And death, which I have always regarded as the greatest dimension of life, dark, compelling, was no more 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.” 19 likes
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