Evgeniya's Reviews > The Morning Star

What a waste of superb writing this book is! It's nothing like a novel (but not in the good sense!), rather a collection of stories that just don't unfold or develop into anything near significant or engaging. The ending is the crème de la crème - an attempt at philosophical essay or more like a paper written by a 10th grader on the subject of death, sounding both so naive and inauthentic. I love Knausgaard, I really do, but this one is such a huge disappointment, that I can't bring myself to rate it higher. Perhaps later on, when I calm down a bit, I'll be able to write a more argumentative, less emotional review. Having just finished the book though, I'm tempted to add here that Knausgaard definitely needs to read some Kant (or any actual philosophical text written in the last 300 something years).