It wasn’t until I was about to send the manuscript to the people mentioned in it that I began to understand the consequences of what I had done. Names, places, events were all authentic. Four hundred and fifty pages, a story about my life centered around two events, the first being my mother and father splitting up, the second being my father’s death. After a year like that, where the only perspective that existed was my own, the manuscript was ready to be published. A select few had been aware of what I was writing about, among them my brother Yngve, but they knew none of the detail. Apart from my publisher Geir Gulliksen and best friend Geir Angell, no one had read any of it along the way. My novel, which had been given the title My Struggle 1, had been written in solitude. Excerpted from My Struggle: Book 6 by Karl Ove Knausgaard, out now from Archipelago Books.
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