“If you still haven’t tried Knausgaard or have been unsatisfied with his helplessly casual New York Times travel essays, try Spring. It’s poignant and beautiful…Even if you think you won’t like Knausgaard, try this one and you’ll get him and get why some of us have gone crazy for him.” — Los Angeles Review of Books
“Spring features Knausgaard unbound, writing for the first time without a gimmick or the crutch of extravagant experimentation. . . Spring refuses contrivance; it refuses to parry. Instead, over the course of one day, we watch Knausgaard care for the children and home, his wife mysteriously absent. He changes diapers, makes meatballs, desultorily enforces some discipline and does a harrowing amount of laundry. He sneaks off for a cigarette and writing time. And the book’s blunt, unforced telling brings the larger project’s meaning into sudden, brilliant focus…This series is the rejoinder to his father’s diary. Knausgaard has assembled this living encyclopedia for his daughter with a wild and desperate sort of love, as a way to forge her attachment to the world, to fasten her to it — to fight the family legacy of becoming unmoored and alienated. Fall in love with the world, he enjoins, stay sensitive to it, stay in it.” — The New York Times
“Knausgaard’s assets are on full display, including his precise writing style and his unerring sense of detail. He is constantly attuned to his surroundings, noting the changing weather and the colors of flowers, which may account for why he is so successful at what he does: transforming quotidian life into drama. . . For anyone who is curious about this writer but has not felt the urge to invest in the full 3,500 pages of his autobiographical series, “My Struggle,” “Spring” makes for an excellent introduction. It is the shortest book he has ever written, but it is all muscle, a generous slice of a thoughtful, ruminative life.” — The Washington Post
“This volume is a novella that more directly recalls his epic My Struggle series, driven by the same intensely analytical impulses… If we neglect simple things, how else are we neglectful? And how much harm are we unwittingly bringing upon others, especially those we love most? A fine stand-alone meditation on mortality and fatherhood.” — Kirkus, starred review
“Knausgaard’s latest is a radical, thrilling departure from the first two volumes of his Seasons Quartet. While Autumn and Winter took the form of short essays, this moving novel stylistically resembles his acclaimed My Struggle series… This is a remarkably honest take on the strange linkages between love, loss, laughter, and self-destruction, a perfect distillation of Knausgaard’s unique gifts.” — Publishers Weekly, starred review
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