By Karl Ove Knausgaard, Eduardo Ballerini, Wholestory Audiobooks
Childhood is exhilarating and terrifying. For the younger Karl Ove, new homes, periods and buddies are met with manic pleasure and creeping dread. Adults occupy godlike positions of energy, benevolent when it comes to his doting mom, tyrannical when it comes to his merciless father.
Knausgaard describes a time within which victories and defeats are felt keenly and each try at self-definition is maddening. this is often an audiobook approximately kin, reminiscence and the way we by no means develop into fairly what we got down to be.
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Not even the people in my immediate circle can. Who was the woman posing in front of the stove in the flat in Thereses gate, wearing a light blue dress, one knee resting against the other, calves apart, in this typical 1960s posture? The one with the bob? The blue eyes and the gentle smile that was so gentle it barely even registered as a smile? The one holding the handle of the shiny coffee pot with the red lid? Yes, that was my mother, my very own mum, but who was she? What was she thinking? How did she see her life, the one she had lived so far and the one awaiting her?
That winter the snow was several metres high, the way it can be in Sørland, and the road to the house was like a narrow ravine. There Yngve is, pulling a cart with me in the back, there he is, with his short skis on, smiling at the photographer. Inside the house, he is pointing at me and laughing, or I am standing on my own holding on to the cot. I called him ‘Aua’; that was my first word. He was also the only person who understood what I said, according to what I have been told, and he translated it for mum and dad.
The rainbow’s gone,’ Geir said, shaking his dick for a last time before tucking it back. Everyone looked down over the edge. ’ Trond said. ‘No idea,’ said Leif Tore. ’ I suggested. ’ said Leif Tore. ‘Well, we can climb onto the roof,’ I said. ’ Leif Tore said. We zigzagged down the slope, fought our way through the dense spruce forest and arrived five minutes later on the gravel road that ran around the bay. The grassy hill on the other side was where we usually went skiing in the winter. In the summer and autumn we seldom went there, what was there to do?