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It’s just one of these days when the young Karl Ove Knausgård is plagued by self-doubt. He comes from the writing academy in Bergen, Norway home and knows that I am not a writer, more than a journalist, a “secondary people”. It is then but also one of the less frequent days when Knausgård struggling against this self-doubt and his unconditional will documented to become a writer: “When I was at the bottom, I had to fight up. I accepted that I belonged down there, in the terrible depths of immaturity and a lack of talent, I had lost. I could not. “
As a reader one longs out for such exhortations, because reading this fifth, nearly eight hundred pages counting band of Karl Ove Knausgårds” Min Kamp “saga is sometimes an irritating pleasure. Firstly, the aspiring writers expressed almost without pause, that he availeth nothing on the paper that he is a Scheiterer, also because he at the Academy write these leaves after just one year and a study of art history begins. And that he can his jealousy and his anger barely suppress when he gets to read texts his friends Espen and gates.
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On the other hand is “dreaming” as this novel is called in German, a document of the literary success of 47 years old Norwegian, as each of the previously published “Min Kamp” -Bände that this country less provocative, but consistent “dying”, “loving”, “games” and are called “life”. While the success in Germany but only gradually adjusts Knausgård a literary superstar elsewhere for some time: in Norway, anyway, where the volumes between 2009 and 2011 have been published and have sold out of a population of five million more than 500000 times. But also in other Scandinavian countries – and particularly the US, where his books are also best sellers, the Norwegians is regularly invited to book tours and colleagues like Jeffrey Eugenides or Jonatham Lethem not einbekommen enthusiasm
“Dreams”. is the artist’s novel of the six-part “Min Kamp” _Zyklus’
“dream” could be called the Künstlerroman this novel cycle call, after the Bildungsroman “Life”, the childhood novel “Play”, the family and romance “Love” and the father’s novel “dying”, the genre boundaries in the different volumes are very fluent. To Knausgårds Bergener time it comes, which lasts for 14 years from 1988 to 2002 before he moved to Sweden, where he still lives near Ystad with his wife Linda and four children today. “I wanted so much, knew so little, did not materialize,” it says at the beginning of summarizing and flirtatious. Knausgård tells how he wrestles with his first novel (“he was a lost cause, but I approached the end”) that he wrote articles for magazines and anthologies, contacts with publishers. And how proud he is over the letter of refusal of whom he admired writer Lars Saabye Christensen: “For a few minutes I had, after all, his head filled with what was in my”
But Knausgård just tells also of his life remaining: the love affairs, the first marriage, the page jumps. From trips to Greece and Florence, stays in Norwich and in Iceland, the drinking bouts which he undertakes, usually with his brother Yngve of the bands in which he dabbled on drums, from his job as an assistant caregiver and on an oil rig ,
Especially spectacular is not this life. It is that of a young people from middle-class background, who wants to be different (letter, indie rock, booze until it stops), but it feels like a little fancier but this otherness. Spectacular, however, the radicalism with which Knausgård describes in detail in an unadorned, melodic lurching, reliably translated into German by Paul Berf prose of this life, “few events and a variety of moods”, as he calls it. And as he goes with him to the court, bares itself: There is the brutality, which he puts at the day when he hurls his brother drunk a glass face. Since the cuts, which he inflicts on the face. Or the infidelities that can break up his marriage, and even bring him at the end of rape allegations. A sympathetic guy who is this narrator does not, but this Ungeschminktheit, this incessant longing for the real, just the truth, makes the charm of this novel cycle from.
Karl Ove Knausgård is a gifted memory artist who is well aware of the unreliability and arbitrariness of memories know: “To decide what should properly be remembered, is you never granted,” it says in “Games” , But that’s him, and preserve your memories and thus get hold of the time, the time “flowing through the cocoon that is our life”. And is not among them also, so he asks again, an x-arbitrary shopping at just any, long-ago day to become aware? Or a “darkening sky, black and bald stood the forest up to the?” And: “What sense had to see it, if you could not write about what you saw? What sense had to experience it, if you could not write about what you experienced? “
Knausgård has the” Search “by Marcel Proust” downright devoured
Knausgård has the “Search downright devoured “by Marcel Proust”, “his memory work is often compared to that of Proust. Only the Norwegian writer does not presume to be on an artistic par with the model. But his books are steeped already of a great beauty. Something mangy sublime emanates from them, and they are capable of it, that one is really lost in them – without this literature now equal, so, “shines through with their epoch” Knausgård in a behavior megalomaniac moment.
The end of “dreams” but carries a few really Proustian trains, from the “Recaptured” especially, the last volume of the “Search” – allows Knausgård here glances at the bottom of the Composition his life material. His father’s death and his funeral in Kristiansand, who stood in the center of the first volume (alternating with Karl Ove time of puberty), fall here along with the publication of the first (not yet translated into German) Romans, for Knausgård prompt the Critics Prize Norway got. And finally mentioned Knausgård that he had produced only Roman beginnings for another crisis-ridden years: how he goes out fishing early in the morning with his father and brother (the beginning of “Games”). Or how two brothers have to clean the horrible depraved house of her late father. And anyway: “Almost everything I wrote, acted in any way by it.”
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narrative and life full circle. But unlike comparable memory artists whose life practically with the first book publication no more material will bear, because it consists only of letters (for example in Peter Kurzeck, Patrick Modiano), told Knausgård last, in 2017 appearing in German band as “Min Kamp “and the reactions have it revamped his life and that of his family. So much truth must also be even.
Karl Ove Knausgård dream . Roman. From Norwegian by Paul Berf. Luchterhand, München 2015. 794 S., 24 99 €
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