I’m reading a book. Rumor says, it will be available in German soon. Until then, it can only be read by the tongues of the northern most kingdom in the world. The man behind is no one special. His name is Karl Ove Knausgård and he is 41 years old. He never did anything revolutionary. Still, he has already written 7200 pages about his own unimportant life. It starts like this:
For the heart, life is easy; it beats as long as it can. Then it stops.
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