Karl Ove Knausgaard seems to have a natural talent to not only observe and recall raw human motivations, thoughts, feelings and behaviours. He is also able to convey them in astounding detail through his writing in a simple (though energetic) manner. The Economist in a recent article refers to My Struggle (his six volume autobiographical literary enterprise) as “the most exhaustive account of a modern life ever written”.
As I approach the end of his second book I enjoyed his reflection on the tension and unbalance between our/his “intellectual” theoretical desire to choose films that help us/him grow and the reality of our/his choices – films that help disconnect…
