The Wolves of Eternity

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I read The Morning Star compulsively, and stayed awake all night after finishing it. Brandon Taylor Nominated to the 2004 Nordic Council’s Literature Prize & awarded the 2004 Norwegian Critics’ Prize.

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Skjønner at noen finner den lange "Min Kamp"-liknende begynnelsen på boka en smule lang. For dem av oss som er nær like gamle sim Knausgård, er det dog umulig å få nok av beskrivelser og "mimring" om 80-tallet. Dette er et av Knausgård sine sterkeste kort som forfatter, den detaljrikdommen som gjør at vi "blir" selve karakterene, eller iallefall nesten!I had a shower and lay down on my bed with one of the thrillers that were still on the shelf in my room, The Key to Rebecca by Ken Follett, one of my favourites. I’d read it loads of times, but realised quite soon that I could barely remember the storyline. Karl Ove Knausgaard, right, as a teenager, with his older brother, Yngve. Photograph: Courtesy of Karl Ove Knausgård Several decades later, in present-day Russia, he will meet her - just as a mysterious new star appears in the sky... He held the drawing up for me to see. The room was recognisable down to the smallest detail, the bed, the wardrobe, the bookcase, even the posters on the wall were there. And at the desk, hunched over some drawing paper, he’d drawn himself, seen obliquely from behind. And they do, the human-scale ones, anyway. The eventual — and of course inevitable — meeting in Moscow between two fate-fractured people is fraught at first, but arrives at gratifying resolution of decades’ old trauma and exposes its ongoing repercussions. We feel the genetic pulse that moves between generations.

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Time passes and other narratives follow. We meet Alevtina, a Russian scientist who is giving lectures to students. This is now the Putin era. Alevtina is about to set off for her home village to celebrate her father’s 80th birthday when she unexpectedly encounters her estranged friend Vasilisa. Their interaction, like their bond, is mysterious. Vasilisa is a writer, working on a project she says is running away from her. Alevtina is, by her own admission, adrift in life. I løpet av første 400-sidene skjer det nærmest ingenting. Vi følger den 19-år gamle Syvert gjennom noen ørkesløse uker i en Sørlandsby på slutten av 80-tallet. Han er nettopp kommet hjem fra militærtjeneste, og bruker dagene til å spille fotball, loke rundt på eiendommen, lage middag, henge med venner, gå på byen. Et helt vanlig ungdomsliv, fylt av helt vanlige ungdomstanker. Banalt og uinteressant, slik det skal være. Men hvorfor skrive om det i over 400-sider? Hvorfor utbrodere i hver minste detalj hva denne vanlige, altså selvsentrerte og korttenkte, ungdommen foretar seg i løpet av en dag? Den ekstreme hverdagsrealismen vi kjenner så godt fra Knausgårds tidligere verk, med sin langsomme dveling omkring ubetydelige gjøremål og suggererende nyanserikdom i skildringen av hverdagslige hendelser, er tatt i en mer banal og uinteressant retning i denne boken. Der vi tidligere har kjent oss igjen i Karl Oves opplevelser og følelser, blitt overrasket av hans tanker og refleksjoner, latt oss imponere av den språklige rikdommen og de skarpe beskrivelsene, er det stort sett bare kjedsommelig selvfølgeligheter formidlet gjennom en livløs prosa som kommer ut av den 19-år gamle Syvert. Det er så banalt og omfattende på samme tid at det nærmer seg det parodiske, hvis det ikke allerede har tippet over.Two years after The Morning Star, in which Karl Ove Knausgaard left behind the highly autobiographical style of his My Struggle sequence for something more obviously fictional, its sequel arrives. The Morning Star blended Knausgaard’s trademark attendance to the fine grain of daily life (marital squabbles, sorting the recycling, high school parties) and supernatural strangeness, as if My Struggle had been rewritten by Stephen King: an extraordinary heatwave gripped Norway, a new planet appeared in the sky, and the dead started returning to life. He nodded. I strung up another target and stood beside him as he loaded and took aim. He was really enjoying himself, a picture of concentration. He raised the rifle slowly as he breathed out, and I realised suddenly that he was aiming towards the apple tree, where a raven stood watching us. I think that - in terms of something important that I can't fully articulate yet - Knausgård and Elena Ferrante are probably the world's best living novelists. When I read their books, I often get this strange, nonsensical feeling that this is the point and purpose of my consciousness... that somehow, my consciousness was "created" so that it could experience something as grand and lucid as this. This moment of taking an honest look at humanity and really seeing it, and understanding that we're all the same and that there's something sacred about all this seemingly mundane crap that we have to live through before we die.

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Dovetailing between 1980s Norway and present-day Russia, THE WOLVES OF ETERNITY is an expansive book about relations—to one another, to nature, to the dead.⁠ As mentioned this book ponders the finality of death and the briefness of life, a little known Russian man named Nikolai Fyodorovich Fyodorov is a strange intermission with his ideas of resurrecting the dead, not just one or two people but everyone who has ever lived. His ideas in the early 20th century were ludicrous to some but Christ-like to others. He was friends with Tolstoy, Dostoevsky and many other famous writers and people and to this day in Russia some explore his ideas of the postponement of death, such a seductive endeavor by KOK to explore such relations within this alternate type world he has created ( don’t worry the morning star makes an appearance towards the anticlimactic subtle end and all these themes of death are intoxicatingly related, the man is a genius) Soon after his return, Syvert has a dream in which his father, who died some years earlier in a car accident, confides that his marriage was not a happy one. He is more vivid in the dream than in Syvert’s memory. This is the first slight bowing of the bass strings. Hello! We are publishing the English translation of Karl Ove Knausgaard's newest novel, The Wolves of Eternity, on September 19th. I got it out, put it to my shoulder and took aim at a sparrow that was perched on a twig on the tree outside the window.

My initial theory was that maybe this was Knausgård struggling because of the inner "dullness" of Syvert, struggling to become interested in this particular character's world. But maybe he wasn't struggling, considering the fact that he spent such a significant portion of the book inside Syvert's teenage head. Compulsively readable...Knausgaard remains one of the great chroniclers of the moment-by-moment experience of life Washington Post Although the interview had gone well, I knew I never should have done it. That must have been what was tormenting me. The convergence of human fates does not solve the larger polarities, but right near the end comes a tantalizing visitation. One night Syvert spots a glowing orb — a “new star, shining magnificently from an otherwise inky night sky.” He registers an anxious vibration. Is this an astronomical anomaly, or a portent? “The extreme heat had perhaps affected the atmosphere,” he thinks. “Strange optical phenomena were by no means uncommon.” His theorizing rings hollow. Men då skulle vi inte ha varit vi. Då skulle vi inte ha undrat över någonting, inte ställt en enda fråga.

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Life emerged when something was held firm, and whatever did that has never let go. That something was information, in the form of a very particular language in a code that had remained unchanged ever since. The Wolves of Eternity, like some 19th-century Russian novel, wrestles with the great contraries: the materialist view and the religious, the world as cosmic accident versus embodiment of some radiant intention. Is this world shot through with meaning or not? Has there ever been a better time to ask?”—Sven Birkerts, The New York Times Book Review Det er en lang bok Knausgård har utgitt. Altfor lang. Bare ett år etter den nesten 700-sider lange Morgenstjerne kommer en bok på nesten 800-sider. Imponerende, kan man fort tenke, men det er det overhodet ikke. For selv om Ulvene fra evighetens skog er lang, er den på ingen måte omfattende. With “The Wolves of Eternity,” the Norwegian distance runner Karl Ove Knausgaard brings us his second massive speculative novel in three years. Like its predecessor, “ The Morning Star” (2020), the new novel comprises multiple narratives filtered through various characters. The two also share the conviction that we live in edge times and that the stakes for all of us are now very high.Med stor spenning og forventning gikk jeg inn i ARK-butikken på Trondheim Torg en fredag i slutten av oktober. Hele uken hadde jeg sett frem til dette, å kunne gå inn i en bokhandel og kjøpe Knausgård sin nye bok. Det høres kanskje ikke så spesielt ut, men det er ikke ofte man har slike opplevelser innenfor litteraturens verden, til det er det alltid altfor mange bøker som burde blitt lest for lenge siden. De sitrende følelsene ga meg en glede i seg selv, og nå i etterkant er det denne hendelsen, de forventningsfulle skrittene bort til nyhetshyllen i ARK-butikken, som vil være mitt beste minne knyttet til denne boken. Til selve lesingen er det knyttet langt mindre gledesfulle minner. Plötsligt såg jag henne som hon var. Inte som ”mamma” utan som en kvinna mellan fyrtio och femtio. Ansiktet, rynkorna runt munnen och i pannan, mungiporna som hade börjat peka nedåt. Kroppen, ryggen som kutade lite, de långa och smala fingrarna som fortfarande höll om glaset.” (Proust-inspirerat citat.) From the internationally bestselling author Karl Ove Knausgaard, a sprawling and deeply human novel that questions the responsibilities we have toward one another and ourselves—and the limits of what we can understand about life itself Three woman who join together to rent a large space along the beach in Los Angeles for their stores—a gift shop, a bakery, and a bookstore—become fast friends as they each experience the highs, and lows, of love. Of course I do,’ he said, and threw the bird into the field. ‘Is that good enough, or do you want to bury it too?’