"The penultimate entry in Knausgaard’s autobiographical series centers on the trials and tribulations of a competitive young writer, as the protagonist, Karl Ove, adjusts to the various responsibilities and expectations of adult life in the city. . . The narrative, like the protagonist, strikes an impressive balance between the interior and exterior, as well as the cerebral and emotional; snappy and amusing episodes coexist alongside weighty, meditative, and essayistic passages on art and literature. . . Those who have come this far in the series will not be disappointed by book five; it is a pleasure to witness the gradual emergence of a dedicated artist over the course of a decade." — Publishers Weekly (Starred Review)

"In which our author, never at a loss for words, spends his 20s figuring out how to use the right ones. . . the most conventional book in the series, but its form echoes the urge for conventionality he's seeking. And in the context of the entire series, it's a self-deprecating study of how stories are made and found and how the best ones get ignored. His father's death was a heartbreaking event in Volume 1, told from a decade's distance. He elides it here, suggesting he lacked the literary and emotional tools to process it at the time. An admirably seriocomic look at a headlong leap into maturity." — Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

"Fans of Knausgaard’s indulgent style will revel in every last beer can and krone as the closing chapter of this infamous Norwegian saga approaches." — Booklist


"[T]he eerie thing is that, at times, it is as if we are not within the pages of this book at all, but outside it and in his confidence. We understand that [Knausgaard] is ambitious to write a novel that will make his name and we suppress, as we read, the acknowledgment that this achievement, this extraordinary work of which he has been dreaming, is the book we hold in our hands." — The Guardian

"[T]he charisma of these books, a combination of critical acclaim, commercial success and the strange brilliance of their form, has made being hypnotised by their extensive descriptions of ordinary Norwegian life a sort of cultural obligation. . . My Struggle, by volume five, is so dense with detail that much of it is necessarily forgotten. And yet it is lost in a way similar to how many of our days and hours are lost, only to return in sudden moments of recollection. Knausgaard has thus gifted us with a set of novels that matches the shape and texture of our pasts, in which the relentless accumulation of fictionalised days dramatises, better than any novel I have read, the experience of living in time. It is a pen-and-paper virtual reality; after reading it you feel that another past has been downloaded into your mind." — The Financial Times

"[O]nce again, Knausgaard’s story­telling is a masterclass in clarity and intensity. The litany of quotidian detail is strangely mesmerising, even gripping ... [My Struggle: Book Five] is a lengthy journey, a bumpy ride full of pitfalls and setbacks, but one that shapes its protagonist and transports its reader. Knausgaard may only present fictionalised events, but on each page, and in every detail, Karl Ove pulses with life." — The Australian

Of the Series:

"Perhaps the most significant literary enterprise of our time." - The Guardian

"Intense and vital... Knausgaard is utterly honest, unafraid to voice universal anxieties... Superb, lingering, celestial passages... [with] what Walter Benjamin called the 'epic side of truth, wisdom'." - James Wood, The New Yorker

"My Struggle is candid and compulsively readable, with moments of searing insight and bold shifts through narrative time. Its scope is both ambitious and modest; its range aggressive and tender." -VICE

"Why would you read a six-volume, 3,600-page Norwegian novel about a man writing a six-volume, 3,600-page Norwegian novel? The short answer is that it is breathtakingly good, and so you cannot stop yourself, and would not want to... Arrestingly beautiful." - Leland de la Durantaye, The New York Times Book Review

"With each subsequent book of his that is translated into English, Mr. Knausgaard continues to solidify his reputation as one of the most vital writers working today." -The Observer

"My Struggle is unexpectedly entrancing - the combination of detail and intimacy creates an illusion of being inside somebody else's brain... My Struggle is worth the, uh, struggle." -GQ

"Karl Ove Knausgaard. My Struggle. It's unbelievable. I just read 200 pages of it and I need the next volume like crack." -Zadie Smith

"Knausgaard pushed himself to do something that hadn't quite been done before. He broke the sound barrier of the autobiographical novel." - Jeffrey Eugenides

"By exposing every last detail of his life, Karl Ove Knausgaard became your favorite author's new favorite author." -Evan Hughes, The New Republic

"If the function of literature is to take you out of your own life and involve you in someone else's then My Struggle is literature... gripping." --The Sunday Times

"A masterpiece of staggering originality, the literary event of the century... Life here and now, examined at a fever pitch, daily recollections recounted in exhausting but exhilarating detail." --The Wichita Eagle

"So what is it that has led fellow authors to rave about Knausgaard and hail him as literary pioneer? The answer lies in the intensity of focus he brings to the subject of his life. He seems to punch a hole in the wall between the writer and reader, breaking through to a form of micro-realism and emotional authenticity that makes other novels seem contrived, 'made up', irrelevant... Whether he's writing about his adult alienation at a toddler's birthday party or the memory of trying to get hold of alcohol as a teenager on New Year's Eve, Knausgaard is prepared to go into extraordinary sensuous detail... the overall effect is utterly hypnotic." -Andrew Anthony,The Observer

"[My Struggle] replicate[s] the vivid, overwhelming sense of being alive on the page... satisfying and moving." — The National (UAE)

"There were moments when I wondered who was the better comparison: Wordsworth, for the ways that nature bent to Karl Ove's mood and past selves composed and recomposed themselves in his recollection, or Harry Potter, for the readable, epic soap opera about a young student learning to wave his magic wand about. Few writers create so confidential a bond with the reader, at times uncomfortable, unwanted but also undeniable. Occasionally I fancied him an old friend. An infuriating, unstable, self-obsessed and well-read friend who outstays his welcome, admittedly. But a friend nonetheless." — The Independent