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Min Kamp 1 (Min kamp #1)

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Min kamp är Karl Ove Knausgårds mäktiga självbiografiska roman. Första delen inleds med en svepande beskrivning av varje människas slutpunkt, döden. Det är runt detta ofrånkomliga faktum boken kretsar, från barndom till vuxenhet.

I centrum står en far som i hela sitt liv agerat onåbar och omöjlig att förstå. När Karl Ove får beskedet om faderns död inleds ett sorgarbete so...more
Hardcover, 1, 442 pages
Published September 14th 2010 by Nordstedts (first published 2009)
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brian
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...more
Melanie
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...more
Jim Coughenour
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...more
Lee
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
Newengland
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...more
S.

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...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...more
Jim Elkins
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 have fallen to their knees in awe." Of all the books over 400 pages that I've read in the last few years, this is the one I thought I was least likely to finish.

It is volume 1 of the author's autobiography, presented as a novel. He is an alcoholic, depres...more
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
...more
Bill
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...more
James
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
oriana
Feb 27, 2014 oriana marked it as didntfinish-yet  ·  review of another edition
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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...more
Stephen
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
Cody
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
Alta
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...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
M. Sarki
04/17
100% "This is an amazing book. So unsettling but in a mesmerizing sort of way. It is dreamlike but chock full of reality. I am afraid for my dreams that will come from this heartfelt and painfully serious work of the very first rank."

04/14
69.0% "All this bit about his father dying and the history behind it, the two brothers and their task at hand in cleaning up his mess, the funeral to come, all riveting and now the book is moving at a very good clip for me. Hard to put it down, though...more
Lowry
Due to the inner machinations of Goodreads, it won't display the English translation I actually read, which is titled My Struggle. Translated by Don Bartlett from the Norwegian.

This is an odd book, and odd is an inadequate word but it will have to do. Narrated in an almost maddeningly moment-by-moment way, or sometimes not almost, just plain maddening. Naturalism carried to the extreme. Weirdly, the protagonist and narrator has the name of the author, as if this book were an autobiography or me...more
Joan
Wow. Some of the most minute recording of the day to day trivia of life I've ever seen, and yet somehow also suspenseful. Very close and at the same time detached, incredibly mundane and yet anything but. You kind of crawl into this Norwegian family life with Knausgaard and it's fascinating. First of six volumes. The title is the same as Mein Kampf. But the book is nothing like (though actually I haven't read Hitler's version). And the translation is stellar.
Flaneurette
Although this novel portrays the author from teenager to young adulthood, the awkward relationship to his father is what permeates the book and makes it gripping. The novel is extremely well crafted, every piece of clothing, furniture or food carries meaning and becomes a necessity in the story as a whole. Philosophical reflections are seamlessly woven into walks through snowy fields with illegally bought beer in plastic bags. The most heart-wrenching passages take place when the author has to f...more
Hanne

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...more
Lillian
It was a struggle to read My Struggle
Greg Brown
Knausgaard's project is to capture those moments that seem imbued with meaning beyond their contexts, an alignment of thought and happenstance that seems so glancing, so capricious that to explain it to anyone else would be to render it silly, impotent. We all enjoy and suffer from these feelings, the most private and personal experiences of our lives. Their very uncommunicability means they're rarely portrayed in fiction at all, let alone to this persistent level of success.

To get there, Knausg...more
Lynda
This is one of the most moving books I have read this year. Of course he is a narcissist, of course he is completely self absorbed but his novel is shot through with some amazingly beautiful passages related to physical space, the fjords, the mountains, the trees, the seasons as well as being full of a sense of that which we have lost, most of it gratuitously some of it with out conscience. The way that time moves through us and beyond us as the seasons do until we find ourselves in a space of a...more
Peter
I would rarely use the word "masterpiece" to descrive a contemporary novel, let alone an autobiography, but this book deserves this title.

You have to admit he has guts: writing a six - part autobiography and calling it "My struggle" (in German translated as "Mein Kampf") is a daring enterprise. But Knausgard succeeds with brio: he is a brilliant story teller and explores the human condition with such honesty and candour that it just leaves you gasping for breath (and wanting to read more and mor...more
David Morton
I am thinking of a modern day "Remembrance of Things Past," the Marcel Proust paean to the past. It is a most raw autobiography with fiction elements, and almost stream of consciousness writing that rambles a little, but it is never dull. Certainly not for everyone, but I found it difficult to put down. As the first volume of a six-volume series published in Norway over four years, the book details his family relationships, and primarily that of his father, a remote person who inflamed the autho...more
Stephen
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
Jeanette (jema)
I was for a long time quite determined not to like or even read this hyped up serie of confessional literature written by a whiny norwegian. I take it all back! I loved it, I fell in love with the very first sentence and followed Knausgård like a devotee through teenage angst, unrequited love, dad-issues down to the mall buying crisps and sprite, the bursting out in tears over his dads death and even while scrubbing the grime off the most disgusting house in Norway.
Can't wait to get started on p...more
Ashley Gorton
On the last night before I finished it, this book entered into my dreams. I dreamt in Knausgaard's sentences and they coiled about something I couldn't quite make out, something subfusc, hidden. When I awoke I was overcome by the strangest sensation of having experienced this book in a way wholly unlike I've experienced any other. Put succinctly, Knausgaard draws back the veil that has lain over the body in death all these many years. At last.
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.
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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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“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.” 11 likes
“For the heart, life is simple: it beats for as long as it can. Then it stops.” 6 likes
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