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“Knausgaard’s art can still seem a kind of magic. How does he take the plainest things, in the plainest language, and make them feel so alive?... The days, the months, the hovering presence of the daughter-to-be, charge the objects they delimit with a mortal urgency... . Day by day, radiantly, the mission succeeds. For even the familiarity and foreignness that box us in, or out, will bend to a sovereign art... for a little while, if only in the mind, we get to have our apple and eat it too.”
— The New York Times Book Review
“In these secular meditations, Knausgaard scratches away at the ordinary to reach the sublime—finding what’s in the picture, and what’s hidden.”
— The Washington Post
“The joys of one of the world’s great living writers distilled.”
—GQ.com
“Knausgaard can take the breath away, his compressed vignettes delivering the same emotional charge as longer sequences from his previous work... . This first volume of the Seasons Quartet quietly illuminates Knausgaard’s profound gift for making the reader see the world in fresh and unpredictable ways.”
— The Guardian (London)
“Loose teeth, chewing gum, it all becomes noble, almost holy, under Knausgaard’s patient, admiring gaze.”
— The New York Times
“Knausgaard is an acute, sometimes squirmingly honest analyst of domesticity and his relationship to his family... . He figures it out with the sharp radiance that is his gift.”
— Newsweek