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4.22 AVERAGE
4.22 AVERAGE
My favorite of the quartet, though I still need to read Summer. I appreciate the short essays on random things in the first two but must clearly be a fan of his writing about the day to day of his life with his family - which Spring is rich with.
While KoK presents the struggles of mental illness as a focal point in Spring, he is ultimately writing about the self and the importance of connecting one's self to outside entities; whether that be nature, art, or loved ones. His closing message to his daughter, and his greater readership, is one to remember. After just telling an adorable story about his daughter who had just reached the age of two, he instills this message:
"Sometimes it hurts to live, but there is always something to live for."
There is beauty all around us in nature, there are worlds upon worlds of literature to explore, and so many people longing for connection. Karl Ove reminds us to embrace and appreciate the relationships we have, for, without them, we have nothing.
"Sometimes it hurts to live, but there is always something to live for."
There is beauty all around us in nature, there are worlds upon worlds of literature to explore, and so many people longing for connection. Karl Ove reminds us to embrace and appreciate the relationships we have, for, without them, we have nothing.
This book is the thread that sews together the cut up pieces created by the previous two books in the Seasons Quartet. It fills in the empty spaces that had been left between the short stories of the previous books, taking the reader from a self submerged thought experiment of each piece, from the discombobulated thoughts of a man, into experiencing that very man's life as he experienced it.
The prose is amazing, the imagery is evocating without droning on like descriptive writing can sometimes. The sentence flow is immaculate and there is a deeply dark undertone to everything written despite the story being written in a fairly objective style. Like the last few dark thoughts of winter that grip your heart, as you wait for the sun to melt them away once it emerges from the winter sky.
His sporadic comments faired very well when written into one cohesive narrative. The change in style disrupts the monotonous voice of the previous two books. Just as spring disrupts the monotony of the colder months.
This volume has the largest reach, its readable separately from the other in the quartet and holds just as much value on its own as it does within the set.
The prose is amazing, the imagery is evocating without droning on like descriptive writing can sometimes. The sentence flow is immaculate and there is a deeply dark undertone to everything written despite the story being written in a fairly objective style. Like the last few dark thoughts of winter that grip your heart, as you wait for the sun to melt them away once it emerges from the winter sky.
His sporadic comments faired very well when written into one cohesive narrative. The change in style disrupts the monotonous voice of the previous two books. Just as spring disrupts the monotony of the colder months.
This volume has the largest reach, its readable separately from the other in the quartet and holds just as much value on its own as it does within the set.
reflective
slow-paced
knausgard’s work in this quartet always leaves me with conflicted opinions, but none as conflicting as with spring. on the one hand, he can write phenomenal descriptions detailing the often mundane beauty of the world, but I also get the sense that I would really not like him as a person whatsoever if I met him. the descriptions of his handling of his wife’s mental illness in particular were honestly upsetting, and it was frustrating to hear him describe how dismissive he was of what his wife was going through with very little remorse.
reflective
medium-paced
emotional
reflective
medium-paced
dark
emotional
hopeful
reflective
tense
medium-paced
emotional
reflective
slow-paced