A review by brannonkirkhuang
The Morning Star by Karl Ove Knausgård

Did not finish book. Stopped at 35%.

Very engaging start but gets lost in the amount of POVs it presents. Karl Ove also does the classic thing of introducing a really terrible, shitty person of a character who feels like he might be Karl’s self-insert, like maybe he actually just thinks like this, and it’s completely reinforced by the character’s ability to be an asshole and still convince a pretty, young artist to have sex with him after chugging alcohol all night and after he trashed and dismissed her work publicly. That shit makes no sense. Fuck this.