It shouldn't be surprising that a man who has written six autobiographical novels — 3,600 pages describing his every coffee refill, kindergarten drop-off, and florid musing, along with the odd bowel movement — might have a predilection for narcissism. Comme Ryu Spaeth l'a expliqué dans unnouveau profilNouvelle RépubliqueLeCritique de livre du New York Times
Livre six, le volume final de cette entreprise etKarl Ove KnausgaardLivre un qui a suivi. Critics are torn on the merits of this last book:Dwight Garner l'a appeléleTuteurdéclaréça « vaut la peine d’attendre ». But the question undergirdingpresque chaque revoirof the now-complete series is whether he regrets that his quest for truth upended his entire family. Son oncle Gunnarlui ai écrit un email
"Ce roman a blessé tout le monde autour de moi"Knausgaard écrit dans les 1 200 pagesLa fin). “It has hurt me, and in a few years, when they are old enough to read it, it will hurt my children.” But then he gives himself a conciliatory pat on the back: “If I had made it more painful, it would have been truer.” (He also encloses a 400-page essay on Hitler — as you do when you've named your books afterMon combat
Comme il l'admet dansLivre six,KnausgaardAlex Clarkdans leTuteur. “It makes for a weird kind of feedback loop in which the author berates himself for his previous intrusions into others' privacy while simultaneously trespassing once again.”
As Mendelsohn writes, “his books constitute a kind of genre novel in which the author himself has become the genre.” DansLivre six
So, then, is it the shame or the transgression that gets the last of so many words? DansForum du livre, souligne James CampLivre unCompriméécrivainDan Grossman croitthat even here, “Knausgaard is held back by shame.” Garner disagrees: “He would not, you sense, have changed a word. Knausgaard remains Knausgaard.” Spaeth considers his Linda revelations Knausgaard “at his most terrible,” and reminds us that the author believes “his book fell short because he was not callous enough, because he could actually feel the pain he was inflicting on the people he was writing about. »
Norme du soir. That's hard to believe from a man walking the streets of London with the attention of the literary world and money in his back pocket.
