Knausgaardâs struggle is still ongoing with In the Land of the Cyclops as he continues to navigate the fjord of truth between reality and experience
âThis, which we perhaps could call inexhaustible precision, is the goal of all art, and its essential legitimacy.â âJessica Ferri, The Los Angeles Times
In his first essay collection to be published in English, the New York Times bestselling author of the My Struggle series Karl Ove Knausgaard explores art, philosophy, and literature with piercing candor and remarkable erudition.
Paired with full color-images, his essays render the shadowlands of Cindy Shermanâs photography, illuminate the depth of Stephen Gillâs eye, and tussle with the inner mechanics of Ingmar Bergmanâs workbooks. In one essay he describes the figure of Francesca Woodman, arms coiled in birch bark and reaching up toward the skyâa tree. In another, he unearths Sally Mannâs photographs of decomposing corpses, so much so that branches and limbs, hair and grass, begin to harmonize.
Each essay bristles with Knausgaardâs searing honesty and longing to authentically see, understand, and experience the world.
In the Land of the Cyclops - Karl Ove Knausgaard & Martin Aitken
Knausgaardâs struggle is still ongoing with In the Land of the Cyclops as he continues to navigate the fjord of truth between reality and experience
âThis, which we perhaps could call inexhaustible precision, is the goal of all art, and its essential legitimacy.â âJessica Ferri, The Los Angeles Times
In his first essay collection to be published in English, the New York Times bestselling author of the My Struggle series Karl Ove Knausgaard explores art, philosophy, and literature with piercing candor and remarkable erudition.
Paired with full color-images, his essays render the shadowlands of Cindy Shermanâs photography, illuminate the depth of Stephen Gillâs eye, and tussle with the inner mechanics of Ingmar Bergmanâs workbooks. In one essay he describes the figure of Francesca Woodman, arms coiled in birch bark and reaching up toward the skyâa tree. In another, he unearths Sally Mannâs photographs of decomposing corpses, so much so that branches and limbs, hair and grass, begin to harmonize.
Each essay bristles with Knausgaardâs searing honesty and longing to authentically see, understand, and experience the world.