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008			140404s2014 nyu 000 1 eng
010			_a2014013201
019			_a863596389
020			_a1935744860 (hardback)
020			_a9781935744863 (hardback)
035			_a(OCoLC)881064371 _z(OCoLC)863596389
040			_aDLC _beng _erda _cDLC _dYDXCP _dBTCTA _dCXP _dOCLCO _dDAD _dCOO _dOLC _dZCU _dTFW _dNFG
041	1		_aeng _hnor
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043			_ae-no--- _ae-sw---
049			_aNFGB
099			_aKnausgar _aKarl
100	1		_aKnausgård, Karl Ove, _d1968-, _eauthor. _9253936
240	1	0	_aMin kamp. _lEnglish
245	1	0	_aMy struggle. _pBook three : Boyhood / _cKarl Ove Knausgaard ; translated from the Norwegian by Don Bartlett.
250			_aFirst Archipelago Books edition.
264		1	_aBrooklyn, NY : _bArchipelago Books, _c2014.
300			_a427 pages ; _c20 cm
336			_atext _2rdacontent
337			_aunmediated _2rdamedia
338			_avolume _2rdacarrier
500			_aOriginally published in Norwegian in 2010 as Min kamp 3 by Forlaget Oktober.
520			_a"A family of four--mother, father and two boys--move to the South Coast of Norway to a new house on a newly developed site. It is the early 1970s and the family's trajectory, upwardly mobile: the future seems limitless. In painstaking, sometimes self-lacerating detail, Knausgaard paints a world familiar to anyone who can recall the intensity and novelty of childhood experience, one in which children and adults lead parallel lives that never meet. Perhaps the most Proustian in the series, Book Three gives us Knausgaard's vivid, technicolor recollections of childhood, his emerging self-understanding, and the multilayered nature of time's passing, memory, and existence. "Of course, I remember nothing from this time. It is completely impossible to identify with the infant my parents photographed; this is in fact so difficult it almost seems wrong to use the word 'I' when referring to it, lying in the baby bath, for instance, its skin unnaturally red, its arms and legs sprawling, and its face distorted in a scream no one remembers the reason for anymore... Is that creature the same as the one sitting here in Malmo, writing this?" --from Book Three of My Struggle More praise for Book Three: "A superbly told childhood story... Knausgaard writes about everyday life as a child with a flow and continuity that all hangs together... the text has a gravitational pull that draws the reader in only further." --Dag Og Tid (Norway) "An aesthetic pleasure... A patient, chiseled, and intense portrayal of a child's sensory experience. Book Three is a classic." --Klassekampen (Norway) "Compelling reading... Knausgaard has an equally good eye for small and large events." --Aftenposten (Norway) "A gripping novel... This childhood portrayal drifts off with a lightness and sensitivity that not many will associate with him... There is no doubt that the series is worth following the author all the way." --Dagens Næringsliv (Norway) "The man can write a novel about a solid, pretty traditional upbringing too... A sensitive, sharp depiction of growing up in the 70's." --Adresseavisen (Norway)"-- _cProvided by publisher.
520			_a"A portrait of the artist as a young boy. On the heels of Book One and Two of the internationally celebrated autobiographical novel series My Struggle, Book Three finds us in the sensuous realm of Karl Ove's childhood. A family of four -- mother, father, and two boys -- move to the South Coast of Norway to a new house on a newly developed site. It's the early 1970s and the family's trajectory: upwardly mobile. The future seems limitless. We follow Karl Ove through bicycle expeditions, tense swim meets and locker rooms, girls, football pyromaniac pranks, and rock music in what seem like a traditional, if brutal, coming-of-age novel. In painstaking, sometimes self-lacerating detail, Knausgaard paints a world familiar to anyone who can recall the intensity and singularity of childhood experience, one in which children and adults lead parallel lives that never meet. Perhaps the most Proustian in the series, Book Three gives us Knausgaard's vivid, technicolor recollections of childhood, his emerging self-understanding, and the multilayered nature of time's passing, memory, and existence, all formed by the fear of his controlling, unpredictable, and omnipresent father"-- _cProvided by publisher.
651		0	_aNorway _vFiction. _915185
651		0	_aSweden _vFiction. _910087
655		0	_aDomestic fiction. _93574
655		7	_aAutobiographical fiction. _2gsafd _933358
700	1		_aBartlett, Don, _etranslator. _9109353
942			_cBOOK _09
994			_aC0 _bNFG
997			_aKnausgar Karl
998			_a007551029
999			_c173093 _d173093