Most reviews of Knausgaard (okay, I read only one) made me want to not read him, but this one makes me want to suffer through him just so I can laugh at how brittlely and brilliantly you parse his arrogance-passing-as-true artistry. Okay, maybe I'll just keep reading you, for now.
Most reviews of Knausgaard (okay, I read only one) made me want to not read him, but this one makes me want to suffer through him just so I can laugh at how brittlely and brilliantly you parse his arrogance-passing-as-true artistry. Okay, maybe I'll just keep reading you, for now.
Sounds like the good ol days in Switzerland…