Having left his first wife, Karl Ove Knausgaard moves to Stockholm, Sweden, where he leads a solitary existence. He strikes up a deep friendship with another exiled Norwegian, a Nietzschean intellectual and boxing fanatic named Geir. He also tracks down Linda, whom he met at a writers’ workshop a few years earlier and who fascinated him deeply.
So this book was my first book by this author and probably the last because I truly hated this book because it was nothing for me. If this book did anything for me it was just to make me want to never get married. Because the way how the author describes his life and how he left his first wife and how he treated his second wife gave me an idea of how much of assholes some people can be.
The writing style was the worst I’ve seen for very long which oh boy really speaks for itself. It might have something to do with me being very picky since last December.
The plot itself really sucked, Because I personally don’t care of the life of someone I never heard before. And during reading this book this plot made me dislike the author more and more.
To be honest here, I gotta admit that this book is probably the most boring book I’ve read since 2020. I really didn’t care for it and I’ve tortured myself with reading this book. And this book is a sign that I’ve should DNF books which I don’t like rather than suffer and torture myself with them.
This book really takes the price for the worst autobiography so far, which is truly a price now on days because there are dozens and dozens of autobiographies.
This book was really a waste of time and money. And I truly wished that I’ve never read this book because I wouldn’t lose anything and I would have time to read something different instead.
I give this book 1 / 5