The Wolves of Eternity
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A book begging to be read on the beach, with the sun warming the sand and salt in the air: pure escapism. Through palpable tension balanced with glimmers of hope, Hoover beautifully captures the heartbreak and joy of starting over. Plot wise - lots of stuff here to evoke some series nostalgia for the Struggle heads. This thing moves like a slower, very successful Stephen King novel (as the Translator Max Lawton has noted Stephen King is kind of an apt comparison for KOK). Also the way that this ties into the Morning Star is handled maybe in the best way possible, so mazel tov for that.
‘I learned to lower the threshold’: Karl Ove Knausgaard on
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. Status Quo, Slade, Mud, Gary Glitter, they were the bands we listened to. Those a bit older than us added in Rory Gallagher, Thin Lizzy, Queen and Rainbow. Then everything upended, at least it did for me, and all of a sudden it was Sham 69, the Clash, the Police, the Specials, nothing else would do. But they're bands I've kept listening to, on and off. That's never been the case with Status Quo. That's why it hit me the way it did, like an explosion. And it's why suddenly I cried when I heard the chorus of the title song. Remy, who was fishing at Lake Eternity, said she heard a strange noise, like some beast. Try investigating the area near the fishing spot.
I think that - in terms of something important that I can't fully articulate yet - Knausgård and Elena Ferrante are probably the world's best living novelists. When I read their books, I often get this strange, nonsensical feeling that this is the point and purpose of my consciousness... that somehow, my consciousness was "created" so that it could experience something as grand and lucid as this. This moment of taking an honest look at humanity and really seeing it, and understanding that we're all the same and that there's something sacred about all this seemingly mundane crap that we have to live through before we die. This bulky novel by the maximalist Knausgaard is mainly composed of two long sections. The first, set in 1986, is narrated by Syvert Løyning, a young Norwegian man who’s just completed his military service and has returned home feeling aimless. He plays soccer, minds his younger brother, tends to his ailing mom, and struggles to find work. (To his chagrin, he becomes a local celebrity after talking to a journalist about his plight.) Idly searching through his late father’s belongings, he discovers a clutch of letters in Russian; after finding a translator, he learns that they were written by a lover his father had in the Soviet Union. Syvert’s narrative is layered with themes of death and loss: He contemplates the threat of the recent Chernobyl meltdown and eventually finds work with an undertaker. The mood persists in the following section narrated by his half sister, Alevtina Kotov, who in the present day is a biology professor with a sideline obsession with research done on immortality; though the plot mainly concerns her tending to her aging stepfather, much of her narrative is devoted to ineffable matters of nature, from the ways trees communicate with each other to the pathways that might let us live forever. As ever, Knausgaard is managing a precarious balance—his overwriting can be deeply immersive or exasperating. But unlike The Morning Star (with which this book shares some plot points), which bounced around a host of characters, this book succeeds by keeping the focus on two main figures, making for an appealing (if still overlong) story of two people with similar obsessions despite the separations of time and distance. Men då skulle vi inte ha varit vi. Då skulle vi inte ha undrat över någonting, inte ställt en enda fråga.
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