Karl Ove Knausgaard, Jesen / Autumn

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„Svijet se ne mijenja, mijenjaju se samo naše predodžbe o njemu“

Karl Ove Knausgaard, Jesen, Zagreb: OceanMore, 2018.

Ova zbirka obzervacija, opisa i misli o pojedinim životnim stvarima i pojavama posvećena je Knausgaardovoj nerođenoj kćeri, kao opis svijeta koji joj predaje. Ali ona je mnogo više od jednog običnog pisma, više od kazivanja roditelja djetetu. On nas sve, ovom knjigom, čini svojom nevinom djecom, kojoj otvara oči za nešto staro viđeno na njegov način, na način na koji zasigurno još nismo gledali konzerve, jabuke, plastične vrećice, oprost, a ni zahodsku školjku.  

Knausgaardov stil, osebujan i originalan, spoj je lijepoga i začudnoga. Proučavanje drugima neuočljivih detalja, malih stvari i usputnih pojava, koje u njegovoj riječi dobivaju neko sasvim drugo značenje. Ono svakodnevno, nevažno i neizgled nezanimljivo povezuje se s onim bitnim na jedan zanimljiv i začudan način.

Prva asocijacija koju je u meni „Jesen“ potakla bili su fragmenti predsokratovaca, predsokratovski način izlaganja i teme. Vrlo detaljan opis neke pojave koja je svakodnevna, prirodna, onda slijedi rasprava o toj stvari, a na kraju poglavlja slijedi ili preokret ili nešto novo o toj stvari, nešto zanimljivo i neobično. Npr. osa: u izlaganju o stvari – opisuje njeno dvodijelno tijelo, zatim opisuje konkretnu situaciju i problem – osinjak se nalazi u ventilaciji njegove kuće i suživot sa osama, zatim razvoj situacije – zalijepio je ventilaciju, rasplet – zujanje osa je utihnulo, iako očigledna posljedica, ipak je iznenađujuća i ne može mu biti indiferentna.

Kao i u „Mojoj borbi“ stalno je prisutno miješanje vremena, prošlosti kojih se prisjeća i kojima u nekom datome trenutku pripada.

Ovo je jedan visoko estetizirani, filozofski skup tekstova, a kao što Knausgaardu uvijek i uspijeva, ono što stalno izlazi na vidjelo, ono što je bitno, jest ljepota. Ljepota u malim stvarima gledana okom pisca, povjesničara umjetnosti, filozofa.



This is a collection of observations, descriptions and thoughts about ordinairy things and events that happen in everyday life. It is dedicated to Knausgaard’s unborn daughter, it is meant as a description of the world he is giving to her. But at the same time, this is much more than an ordinary letter, it is more than a story told from a partent to a child. By writing this book, Knausgaard is transforming us all into his own innocent children because he is making us see the old and well known in a new and different way, in his way, the way we most certainly weren’t looking at tin cans, apples, plastic bags, forgiveness or toilet bowls.

Knausgaard’s style is singular and original, it is a combination of the beautiful and the wonderous. He investigates such details that others don’t notice at all, little things and events that by living in his words get a completely different meaning. He merges the everyday, irrelevant things, things that appear uninteresting with the things that matter in an interesting and a wonderous way.

When I started reading Autumn, the first idea I had was the similarity with Presocratic fragments, it has similarities both with the presocratic way of explanation and the Presocratic topics. First he describes in detail a topic, a topic that is everyday, natural, then he disputes it and in the end of the chapter there is a shift or he tells us something completely new about the topic, something new and unusual. For examlple he talks about wasps, their two part body, then he describes the actual situation and the problem – the wasp nest was in the ventilation of his house, he describes what it was like to live with wasps, then the plot continues – he taped up the ventilation shaft, and the end – the buzzing has stopped. It is an obvious conclusion, but it is still surprising and he couldn’t be indifferent about it.

The same as in My Struggle, the shifting of time periods in constantly present, mixing of the time period he talks about and the time period he is currently writing from.

This is a highly aestethic, philosophical collection of texts, because what is always apparent and always visible in Knausgaard’s work is – beauty. Beauty that he looks at as a writer, art historian and philosopher.

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