Life emerged when something was held firm, and whatever did that has never let go. That something was information, in the form of a very particular language in a code that had remained unchanged ever since. He nodded. I strung up another target and stood beside him as he loaded and took aim. He was really enjoying himself, a picture of concentration.

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The sequel to It Ends With Us (2016) shows the aftermath of domestic violence through the eyes of a single mother. It wasn't as if there was much good happening that year, 1977, certainly not in my own life, it was more the feeling that something was happening, and not least that something existed. In present-day Russia, Alevtina is trying to balance work and family. She has always sought the answers to life's big questions, but is preoccupied with care of her young son. Her friend Vasilisa offers some nourishment: she is writing a book about an ancient feature of Russian culture, the belief in eternal life. Meantime, Alevtina is heading towards a meeting that will redraw the contours of her world. Dovetailing between 1980s Norway and present-day Russia, THE WOLVES OF ETERNITY is an expansive book about relations—to one another, to nature, to the dead.⁠

All right, you’ve seen it now,’ I said. ‘Put it down and come inside.’ The little head was a mess of bloody goo and splintered bone. From internationally bestselling author Karl Ove Knausgaard, The Wolves of Eternity is the new book in a visionary series that begins with The Morning Star. Expansive, searching and deeply human, it questions the responsibilities we have toward one another and ourselves - and the limits of what we can understand about life itself. The Wolves of Eternity,” like some 19th-century Russian novel, wrestles with the great contraries: the materialist view and the religious, the world as cosmic accident versus embodiment of some radiant intention. Is this world shot through with meaning or not? Has there ever been a better time to ask? The Wolves of Eternity, like some 19th-century Russian novel, wrestles with the great contraries: the materialist view and the religious, the world as cosmic accident versus embodiment of some radiant intention. Is this world shot through with meaning or not? Has there ever been a better time to ask?”—Sven Birkerts, The New York Times Book Review

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The Wolves of Eternity, like some 19th-century Russian novel, wrestles with the great contraries: the materialist view and the religious, the world as cosmic accident versus embodiment of some radiant intention. Is this world shot through with meaning or not? Has there ever been a better time to ask?” —Sven Birkerts, The New York Times Book Review You may also opt to downgrade to Standard Digital, a robust journalistic offering that fulfils many user’s needs. Compare Standard and Premium Digital here.Although the interview had gone well, I knew I never should have done it. That must have been what was tormenting me.

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Knausgaard is a master . . . guiding us inexorably and irresistibly towards the next installment.” — Financial Times Skjønner at noen finner den lange "Min Kamp"-liknende begynnelsen på boka en smule lang. For dem av oss som er nær like gamle sim Knausgård, er det dog umulig å få nok av beskrivelser og "mimring" om 80-tallet. Dette er et av Knausgård sine sterkeste kort som forfatter, den detaljrikdommen som gjør at vi "blir" selve karakterene, eller iallefall nesten! My initial theory was that maybe this was Knausgård struggling because of the inner "dullness" of Syvert, struggling to become interested in this particular character's world. But maybe he wasn't struggling, considering the fact that he spent such a significant portion of the book inside Syvert's teenage head.Compulsively readable...Knausgaard remains one of the great chroniclers of the moment-by-moment experience of life Washington Post There was no one in when I got home. Joar was at school and Mum must have gone somewhere after work. I felt restless and impatient, wanting something to happen, but of course nothing did. The interview had gone all right, so it couldn’t have been that that made it so hard for me to relax.