What a glorious novel this is! What a revelation! Twenty-first century literature has a saviour! His name is Marcel Proust, or, in the original Norwegian, Karl Ove Knausgaard. The book that has saved us all? My Struggle, or, in the original Norwegian, Min Kamp (one wonders how it’ll be marketed in Germany…) six volumes of memoir detailing the life of the author from the early seventies till the present in meticulous detail. And it is meticulous, maybe not quite as meticulous as other reviewers have hailed it as being, but very very detailed all the same. Continue reading →