My Struggle: Book Three

A family of four–mother, father and two boys–move to the South Coast of Norway to a new house on a newly developed site. It is the early 1970s and the family’s trajectory, upwardly mobile: the future seems limitless. In painstaking, sometimes self-lacerating detail, Knausgaard paints a world familiar to anyone who can recall the intensity and novelty of childhood experience, one in which children and adults lead parallel lives that never meet. Perhaps the most Proustian in the series, Book Three gives us Knausgaard’s vivid, technicolor recollections of childhood, his emerging self-understanding, and the multilayered nature of time’s passing, memory, and existence.

“Of course, I remember nothing from this time. It is completely impossible to identify with the infant my parents photographed; this is in fact so difficult it almost seems wrong to use the word ‘I’ when referring to it, lying in the baby bath, for instance, its skin unnaturally red, its arms and legs sprawling, and its face distorted in a scream no one remembers the reason for anymore … Is that creature the same as the one sitting here in Malmö, writing this?”
–from Book Three of My Struggle

More praise for Book Three:

“A superbly told childhood story … Knausgaard writes about everyday life as a child with a flow and continuity that all hangs together … the text has a gravitational pull that draws the reader in only further.” —Dag Og Tid (Norway)

“An aesthetic pleasure … A patient, chiseled, and intense portrayal of a child’s sensory experience. Book Three is a classic.” —Klassekampen (Norway)

“Compelling reading … Knausgaard has an equally good eye for small and large events.” —Aftenposten (Norway)

“A gripping novel … This childhood portrayal drifts off with a lightness and sensitivity that not many will associate with him … There is no doubt that the series is worth following the author all the way.” —Dagens Næringsliv (Norway)

“The man can write a novel about a solid, pretty traditional upbringing too … A sensitive, sharp depiction of growing up in the 70’s.” —Adresseavisen (Norway)