Late this morning I turned to My Struggle, the Norwegian writer Karl Ove Knausgaard's first volume of his vast autobiographical novel. I learned about this book from a fellow blogger, and I must find out which blogger so I can give proper credit. I'm nearly 50 pages in, and I've found this book is full of the type of writing I love: it's acutely introspective, rich in detail, unsparingly honest, and above all, rivetting. If you love reading the journals of writers, you will appreciate this book. It's been translated into 30 languages and has been extremely popular in Europe. Knausgaard lives in Sweden now. This link will take you to a fascinating interview with Knausgaard in The Paris Review.
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