Winter / Karl Ove Knausgaard ; with illustrations by Lars Lerin ; translated from the Norwegian by Ingvild Burkey.

By:

KnausgaÌrd, Karl Ove, 1968-

Contributor(s):

Language: English Original language: Norwegian Series: Four seasons encyclopedia ; 2.Publisher: New York : Penguin Press, [2018]Copyright date: Â©2017Description: 254 pages : color illustrations ; 21 cmContent type:

text

Media type:

unmediated

Carrier type:

volume

ISBN:

9780399563331
0399563334

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Genre/Form:

DDC classification:

839.823/74 B 23

LOC classification:

PT8951.21.N38 Z46 2018

Contents:

Letter to an unborn daughter: 2 December -- Letter to an unborn daughter: 1 January -- Letter to an unborn daughter: 29 January.

Summary: In Winter, we rejoin the great Karl Ove Knausgaard as he waits for the birth of his daughter. In preparation for her arrival, he takes stock of the world, seeing it as if for the first time. In his inimitably sensitive style, he writes about the moon, water, messiness, owls, birthdays{u2014}to name just a handful of his subjects. These oh-so-familiar objects and ideas he fills with new meaning, taking nothing for granted or as given. New life is on the horizon, but the earth is also in hibernation, waiting for the warmer weather to return, and so a contradictory melancholy inflects his gaze.

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Title notes ( 3 )

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Item type	Current library	Shelving location	Call number	Copy number	Status	Date due	Barcode
Book	NMC Library	Stacks	PT8951.21.N38 Z46 2018 (Browse shelf(Opens below))	1	Available		33039001444669

Originally published in Norwegian under the title Om vinteren by Forlaget Oktober, Oslo [2015]. English-language edition first published in Great Britain by Harvill Secker, an imprint of Penguin Random House UK."-- Title page verso.

Letter to an unborn daughter: 2 December -- Letter to an unborn daughter: 1 January -- Letter to an unborn daughter: 29 January.

In Winter, we rejoin the great Karl Ove Knausgaard as he waits for the birth of his daughter. In preparation for her arrival, he takes stock of the world, seeing it as if for the first time. In his inimitably sensitive style, he writes about the moon, water, messiness, owls, birthdays{u2014}to name just a handful of his subjects. These oh-so-familiar objects and ideas he fills with new meaning, taking nothing for granted or as given. New life is on the horizon, but the earth is also in hibernation, waiting for the warmer weather to return, and so a contradictory melancholy inflects his gaze.