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The second volume in his autobiographical quartet based on the seasons, Winter is an achingly beautiful collection of daily meditations and letters addressed directly to Knaugsaard's unborn daughter

The second volume in his autobiographical quartet based on the seasons, Winter is an achingly beautiful collection of daily meditations and letters addressed directly to Knaugsaard's unborn daughter
It is strange that you exist, but you don’t know anything about what the world looks like. It’s strange that there is a first time to see the sky, a first time to see the sun, a first time to feel the air against one’s skin. It’s strange that there is a first time to see a face, a tree, a lamp, pyjamas, a shoe. In my life that almost never happens anymore. But soon it will. In just a few months, I will see you for the first time.

In Winter, we rejoin the great Karl Ove Knausgaard as the birth of his daughter draws near. In preparation for her arrival, he takes stock of the world, seeing it anew. While new life is on the horizon, the earth is also in hibernation, waiting for the warmer weather to return. In his inimitably sensitive style, he writes about everything from the moon, winter boots and messiness, to owls and birthdays. Taking nothing for granted, he fills these everyday familiar objects and ideas with new meaning.

Startling, compassionate, and exquisitely beautiful, Knausgaard's writing is like nothing else. Somehow, he shows the world as it really is, at once mundane and sublime.

Reviews

The author casts the world in a holy glow of surprise and compassion… A winningly interior journey into the most interior of seasons.

Starred Kirkus review

The strong metaphysical bent to Knausgård’s prose is part of a long tradition of Nordic writers who have explored big questions in few words… Even as a fully grown and now very wealthy adult, Knausgård is a child. This is the crux of his writing, deep and precise but simultaneously primitive in its endless fascination with extremely basic processes. Like a toddler standing on a railway platform watching the same trains go past again and again, Knausgård can hold his attention on mundane things and find endless depth in them

Dominic Hinde, Skinny

When Knausgaard exposes himself in the manner of his autobiographical novel My Struggle, it’s interesting enough. But he become more charming and persuasive when he wanders into quizzical speculation – about, say, why coffins don’t have windows or how sex is like cannibalism

Anthony Cummins, Observer

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Formats & editions

  • Hardback

    9781910701652

    November 13, 2017

    Harvill Secker

    RRP $35.00

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  • EBook

    9781473524767

    November 2, 2017

    Vintage Digital

    272 pages

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Also by Karl Ove Knausgaard

Spring
Autumn
Fatherhood
Home and Away
Some Rain Must Fall
Dancing in the Dark
Boyhood Island
A Man in Love
A Death in the Family

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