Karl Ove Knausgård: Mein Kampf. The third book.

"We take pictures of the time, we in the people who live, they can not reach."

That is it's why historical films are possible and successful.

Book gnawing everyday life without surprises. Everyday lapping.

The shocking rows of Harry Martinsson and his death.

The fact that someone was of the opinion that he should be awarded a Nobel Prize. For me, Harry Martinsson has always been ideal, which symbolizes the Nobel Prize, the most the best. Whose death was concealed from us children, was told only creeping.

Men known to inject a certain share of almost anywhere. But that bottle?

He tells about life with a terrible father. And the word of the terrible really is not an exaggeration.

Part of a person of culture.