DANCING IN THE DARK: My Struggle, Book 4 (Knausgaard)
Karl Ove Knausgaard
The fourth a part of a sensational literary cycle that has been hailed as "perhaps an important literary company of our times." (Rachel Cusk, Guardian)
18 years outdated and clean out of highschool, Karl Ove Knausgård strikes to a tiny fisherman's village a ways north of the polar circle to paintings as a college instructor. He has no real interest in the task itself -- or in the other activity for that subject. His purpose is to save lots of up adequate cash to commute whereas discovering the gap and time to begin his writing occupation. at the start every thing appears wonderful: He writes his first few brief tales, unearths himself authorized by means of the hospitable locals and gets flattering awareness from numerous attractive neighborhood girls.
But then, because the darkness of the lengthy polar nights begin to disguise the attractive panorama, Karl Ove's lifestyles additionally takes a darker flip. The tales he writes are likely to repeat themselves, his consuming escalates and factors a few aggravating blackouts, his repeated makes an attempt at wasting his virginity result in humiliation and disgrace, and to his personal misery he additionally develops romantic emotions in the direction of one in every of his 13-year-old scholars. alongside the best way, there are flashbacks to his highschool years and the roots of his present difficulties. after which there's the shadow of his father, whose sharply expanding alcohol intake serves as an ominous backdrop to Karl Ove's personal way of life.
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