In the Land of the Cyclops
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Publisher Description
Knausgaard’s struggle is still ongoing with In the Land of the Cyclops as he continues to navigate the fjord of truth between reality and experience
“This, which we perhaps could call inexhaustible precision, is the goal of all art, and its essential legitimacy.” —Jessica Ferri, The Los Angeles Times
In his first essay collection to be published in English, the New York Times bestselling author of the My Struggle series Karl Ove Knausgaard explores art, philosophy, and literature with piercing candor and remarkable erudition.
Paired with full color-images, his essays render the shadowlands of Cindy Sherman’s photography, illuminate the depth of Stephen Gill’s eye, and tussle with the inner mechanics of Ingmar Bergman’s workbooks. In one essay he describes the figure of Francesca Woodman, arms coiled in birch bark and reaching up toward the sky—a tree. In another, he unearths Sally Mann’s photographs of decomposing corpses, so much so that branches and limbs, hair and grass, begin to harmonize.
Each essay bristles with Knausgaard’s searing honesty and longing to authentically see, understand, and experience the world.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
In this dense and thought-provoking essay collection, Knausgaard (My Struggle) once again displays his knack for raising profound questions about art and what it means to be human. While Knausgaard brings complexity to his studies of paintings and photographs, analyzing the function of myths in German artist Anselm Kiefer's paintings and wondering "how are we to understand" Francesca Woodman's mid-20th-century photographs, the essays pick up when Knausgaard writes about literature. Among the most successful pieces are "To Where the Story Cannot Reach," which contains his musings on craft and his relationship with his editor (whom Knausgaard has "absolute trust in"); the title essay, which asks, "What is literary freedom?" when writers are told "what they should and shouldn't write about"; and an exploration of Flaubert's Madame Bovary ("If were published today, there is no doubt in my mind that tomorrow's reviews would be ecstatic"). In "All That Is Heaven," he eloquently compares art to dreams, writing, "art removes us from and draws us closer to the world, the slow-moving, cloud-embraced matter of which our dreams too are made." Though unevenly paced, the volume tackles knotty subjects and offers nuggets of brilliance along the way. These wending musings will be catnip for Knausgaard's fans. Photos.
