For some time now Iāve been, at first curious and by now already enchanted, fascinated even, by Norwegian author Karl Ove KnausgĆ„rd. By the things he says and the way he says them. He is most (in)famous for his six-volume autobiographical novel My Struggle, which Iāve just gathered the courage to start reading. Itās not so much his story that I fear, itās that idea of pushing buttons that I have both been longing and avoiding to push for a long time.
The title is Min Kamp (My Struggle) after the original Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler. Of course he is questioned about this in almost every interview, so much so that he ended up including a 400-page essay on Hitler in his books. I was surprised when he said his working title was Argentina because it is a place he longs for, and I would have been equally surprised as the interviewer when he asked her āHave you read it, Mein Kampf?āĀ I havenāt read it and I admit knowing next to nothing about that book.
He raises an interesting point or two about it (in that segment of the video) and later he also says some stuff I found intriguing, about the power of language to alienate ourselves, one of the keys to Hitlerās power. To paraphrase Karl Ove,Ā āIt happened in the language, from āweā, to āthemā, to āitā. There is no 'you' (in Mein Kampf), itās āIā, āweā and āthemā, but all the humanity is in the āyouā.
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