#amaninlove

[dk-thrive]

The only genres I saw value in, which still conferred meaning, were diaries and essays, the types of literature that did not deal with narrative, that were not about anything, but just consisted of a voice, the voice of your own personality, a life, a face, a gaze you could meet. What is a work of art if not the gaze of another person?

— Karl Ove Knausgård, “My Struggle” (Min Kamp). Book 2. “A Man in Love.” Translated by Don Bartlett. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; May 2, 2013)

[thegirlbythefirelight]

It is a tale told well. But it is cruel. And sadly, it is so to his family. Karl Ove Knausgard has written or ripped his heart, his life open in this series ‘Min Kamp’. ‘A Man in Love’ is just that- a story about young love, about marriage- the pretty, the tricky bits, about small progressions, little challenges in life- kids, apartment changes, in-laws, tiffs with one’s partner. The tragedies of youth, the permanence of decisions, the wounds we inflict, and those we survive. This story, the series, throws up some ethical questions. Repeatedly I had been astonished by the acuity of Knausgard’s observations about the mundane shards of life. As frequently, the divulged details, his feelings about situations, yes, but more about the people in his life left me shocked and, at times, feeling like a voyeur. We are all unkind, to our loved ones the most, but to put it down on paper and make it permanent is self-destruction of another kind. He remarked once- “When I started out on ‘Min Kamp,’ I was so extremely frustrated over my life and my writing. I wanted to write something majestic and grand, something like ‘Hamlet’ or ‘Moby Dick,’ but found myself with this small life - looking after kids, changing diapers, quarreling with my wife, unable to write anything, really.” That’s simple enough to understand. But how much is too much? It is not easy being a writer’s family. And Knausgard’s work proves that on a very different plane. If you read his interviews, he comes across as such a genuine and gentle person. And so I look at this book differently- we have felt so many of the things that Knausgard writes about- the shames, the frustrations, the horrors of being in situations we have no control over, of people, we are bound to through various threads- and I salute him. His writing is authentic and scary in its leap of faith. He has bled on paper., like how good writing demands you to. He has scarred himself and his family. His work is as real as it comes. #amaninlove #karloveknausgard #norwegianbookseries #delhibookstafam #delhibookstagrammer #indianbookstagrammer #womenwhoread #favouritereads #favouriteauthors #readingallthetime #literaryfiction (at Delhi, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfwaQqZvr_y/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mickijosue]

Gahhhh so beautiful! Want to stay forever. 🌈 😍 😭 #Amaninlove #BrideandBreakfastAmanpulo (c) @danielamgamboa (at Amanpulo)

[a-mad-man-in-love]

Take my heart!

Here, i give you my heart Take it and guard it inside your own heart Protect it from the arrogance, and loftiness Guard it as much as you can Because along with it you are taking my life and love for you! by: Charle

[theliteraryman]

A game

There is no certainty in love, Because it is spontaneous. A game of chances.

[theliteraryman]

The Purpose

Now he knows.

His hands aren't just perfect with hers.

But also perfect to take care of her heart. 

[theliteraryman]

Want

Her hands are small and it fit my hands. Then I touched her face, and grabbed her head. Kissing under the stars.

[theliteraryman]

Feelings

He felt nervous when their hands first met,

She felt funny and nice.

He felt excited when their lips first met,

She felt love all over.