Illustration by Boris Pelcer.
Karl Ove Knausgaard is your favorite author’s favorite author. 1 in every 9 Norwegians have bought his books. He’s been lauded, and celebrated, and feted across the globe. So why does he hate himself? A beautiful profile from Evan Hughes.
Photographs by Felix Odell.
"How many people, then, are reading Mein Kampf in 2014? The answer is that it’s impossible to say, and there’s no real reason to think there are more now than there were six months or six years ago. Yes, the Internet makes it easy to find the book—just as it makes it easy to find hardcore pornography, snuff films, and videos of people eating excrement (remember 2 Girls 1 Cup?).”
"Why I Read" is another pointless entry in the tired genre, The Very Personal Book About My Love Of Reading.
Greig was editor of the London Evening Standard when he first started writing his book, and his workday began at 4:30 in the morning since the first edition of the paper went to press at 9 a.m. So he found that the most convenient time to write was in bed between the hours of 2 and 3 a.m. when tapping away on his BlackBerry Bold seemed less likely to wake up his wife than working on a computer. … “Sometimes my thumbs ached,” he said, “but if I shook my hands and stopped for a bit I could get back into it.”
While I once huddled alone with The Mists of Avalon, the 1983 revisionist Arthurian legend, the ersatz Middle Ages have perhaps never loomed so large in the pop cultural imagination.
Kerouac, Faulkner, and more…