"It's strange that there is a first time to see a face, a tree, a lamp, pajamas, a shoe. In my life it almost never happens anymore. But soon it will. In just a few months, I will see you for the first time." As Karl Ove Knausgaard awaited the birth of his daughter, he began these eye-opening texts, with his Four Seasons series forming a meditative counterpoint to his acclaimed autobiography My Struggle. Plainspoken yet poetic, the Norwegian author ponders the moon, water, messiness, owls, birthdays, toothbrushes, Q-tips, roosters, and manholes, while unforgettably recounting the year he dressed up as Father Christmas for a neighbor's children.
"[Knausgaard's] ability to weave questions, reflections, and conclusions into such small spaces is often beautiful.... [This book] reaches at emotions and common experiences that lay dusty in all of us." —Chicago Review of Books