Winter / Karl Ove Knausgaard ; with illustrations by Lars Lerin ; translated from the Norwegian by Ingvild Burkey.
Language: English Original language: Norwegian Series: Four seasons encyclopedia ; 2.Publisher: New York : Penguin Press, [2018]Copyright date: ©2017Description: 254 pages : color illustrations ; 21 cmContent type:- text
- unmediated
- volume
- 9780399563331
- 0399563334
- 839.823/74 B 23
- PT8951.21.N38 Z46 2018
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Originally published in Norwegian under the title Om vinteren by Forlaget Oktober, Oslo [2015]. English-language edition first published in Great Britain by Harvill Secker, an imprint of Penguin Random House UK."-- Title page verso.
Letter to an unborn daughter: 2 December -- Letter to an unborn daughter: 1 January -- Letter to an unborn daughter: 29 January.
In Winter, we rejoin the great Karl Ove Knausgaard as he waits for the birth of his daughter. In preparation for her arrival, he takes stock of the world, seeing it as if for the first time. In his inimitably sensitive style, he writes about the moon, water, messiness, owls, birthdays{u2014}to name just a handful of his subjects. These oh-so-familiar objects and ideas he fills with new meaning, taking nothing for granted or as given. New life is on the horizon, but the earth is also in hibernation, waiting for the warmer weather to return, and so a contradictory melancholy inflects his gaze.
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