In the Land of the Cyclops

Karl Ove Knausgaard; Translated from the Norwegian by Martin Aitken, with additional translations by Ingvild Burkey and Damion Searls

"The collection, which also includes essays on Michel Houellebecq, Cindy Sherman and Kierkegaard, reads less like a book of criticism at times than a work of negative theology, circling the mysteries of artistic creation that cannot be directly articulated: What makes a book or a painting feel alive and relevant? Why should art, which occupies the realm of pure fantasy, have any rules at all?"
-Meghan O'Gieblyn, The New York Times Book Review

"Knausgaard's passion for interiority and the detail of the individual experience, the most brilliant elements of his fiction, come through . . . In the Land of the Cyclops proves that Knausgaard's struggle is still ongoing, the search for truth as a balance between reality and our experience of it: 'This, which we perhaps could call inexhaustible precision, is the goal of all art, and its essential legitimacy.'"
-Jessica Ferri, Los Angeles Times

"Knausgaard is less interested in answers than in authentic engagement with the world . . . In the Land of the Cyclops is another worthy addition to Knausgaard's oeuvre that aims to recapture this intense feeling and to see the world anew."
-Phillip Garland, World Literature Today

"In this . . . thought-provoking essay collection, Knausgaard once again displays his knack for raising profound questions about art and what it means to be human . . . These wending musings will be catnip for Knausgaard's fans. "
- Publishers Weekly

"Knausgaard succeeds in producing prose that is 'alive'. . . Such transgressive blurring of the borders between the public and private, sayable and unsayable, can be both life-affirming and riveting."
-The Economist

"Knausgaard argues that art is at its most effective when it destabilizes our understanding of the world... The moody, provocative black-and-white photos of Francesca Woodman reveal the 'constraints of our culture and what they do to our identity' while Michel Houellebecq's novel Submission succeeds because it suggests how easily