This is Karl Ove Knausgaard, a six-foot-four Norwegian with an eeyore complex and subliminal initials.
Karl is the handsome author of the six-volume autobiographical novels titled My Struggle. I mean, what else are you going to do in Norway but write? Its always winter there. Just let your Brazilian grow out like it’s the 70’s, pop vitamin D like tic-tacs and write like the wind.
The first book alone is 12,000 hours of mental masturbation, in front of a mirror. But who wouldn’t want to watch this repressed Viking masturbate?
My Struggle is a brilliant and fascinating observation of one man’s life which deserves all the attention it gets. These books are a masterwork in literature, and may easily become one’s new addiction.
Get the books then put your life on hold for six months because you will not be able to stop reading.
Just drive into the wilderness, go off grid, because your life will feel like an interuption as you read about his.
Get the books at the link below. You’ll thank me for it.
So, read My Struggle by Knausgaard. Not the other one. Knausgaard good. Hiltler bad.