"Spring features Knausgaard unbound, writing for the first time
without a gimmick or the crutch of extravagant experimentation...Fall in
love with the world, he enjoins, stay sensitive to it, stay in
it."
*-The New York Times
*
"Poignant and beautiful...Even if you think you won't like Knausgaard,
try this one and you'll get him and get why some of us have gone crazy
for him."
***--Los Angeles Review of Books
You don't know what air is, and yet you breathe. You don't know what
sleep is, yet you sleep. You don't know what night is, yet you lie in
it. You don't know what a heart is, yet your own heart beats steadily in
your chest, day and night, day and night, day and night.*
So begins Spring, the recommencement of Knausgaard's fantastic and
spellbinding literary project of assembling a personal encyclopedia of
the world addressed directly to his newly born daughter. But here
Knausgaard must also tell his daughter the story of what happened during
the time when her mother was pregnant, and explain why he now has to
attend appointments with child services. In order to keep his daughter
safe, he must tell a terrible story, one which unfolds with acute
psychological suspense over the course of a single day.
Utterly gripping and brilliantly rendered in Knausgaard's famously
sensitive, pensive, and honest style, Spring is the account of a
shocking and heartbreaking familial trauma and the emotional epicenter
of this singular literary series.
