Seekers and finders: Karl Ove Knausgaard’s “My Saga”


Well, this wasn’t what I meant to do this morning, while suffering from a sudden and nasty cold, and lying around the house in yoga pants feeling pitiful. But hey, in my pitiful yoga-panted state, I clicked myself over to Facebook to do one tiny thing — instantly forgetting what that was; still can’t remember! — and saw that a friend had posted the link to Part 2 of Karl Ove Knausgaard’s “My Saga,” which would perhaps be better titled “Travels Through America,” freshly published in the New York Times magazine (I read Part 1 two weeks ago).

Here are two passages that jumped out at me, fitting, as they do, into my land and stories theory about power, conflict, and human connection.

“If there is something to be gained, if it is gainable, no power on earth can restrain the forces that seek to gain it. To leave a profit or a territory or any kind of resource, even a scientific discovery, unexploited is deeply alien to human nature. …


Not only is it alien to human nature to leave a profit unexploited, but discovering, inventing or knowing something without passing that knowledge on is alien to us, too.”

– Karl Ove Knausgaard

Read both parts of “My Saga,” if you like Knausgaard’s work. If you don’t, well, don’t bother; Knausgaard is Knausgaard. Either way, you might be forgiven for reading “My Saga” as close to self-satirizing. I found it at times hilarious, occasionally grotesque, Knausgaard willing to set himself up as a curiosity, as the inscrutable Other passing through an awfully familiar (to me) landscape, which he can’t or won’t even attempt to understand. Except he makes some interesting philosophical and cultural observations, and is himself a fascinating study in contradictions, having constructed his persona on the unlikely combination of personal reticence and abject confession.

Yes, I’m a fan.

I happened to be at the Vancouver Writers’ Festival last fall at the same time as Knausgaard, and he was one of the first people I saw when I arrived at the hotel where all of the visiting writers stay. We stood side by side at the front desk, he with one of his daughters, me with my tiny carry-on bag behind me like a favourite pet, on the very day that a lone gunman attacked Parliament Hill. I didn’t say a word to him. He seemed like a private person who wanted to go on a touristy excursion with his daughter, not someone who wished to acknowledge that the person standing next to him at the front desk of a hotel might have read his own hyper-detailed account of his life (I’d recently read the first and second books in My Struggle). Strange, wouldn’t it be? Or am I doing something similar here — on a much, much smaller scale — writing about my life and offering it up to anyone who happens along, yet also certain that I’m essentially a private person, deserving of privacy.

Anyway. I didn’t disturb him. Later, we took an elevator together. In silence.

I’m convinced “My Saga” is a classic piece of travel writing, even if it doesn’t tell a great deal about the land being travelled through; really, it’s about the human condition. How we’re shaped by where we’re born, and by what were willing to do, but also by what we can’t see or recognize, even within ourselves. Maybe most especially there. Writing is an effort to translate emotion and sensation and experience into shared language. This happens, when it happens best, not by explaining what we want to say, but by inhabiting it. So, in writing, a seeker may have more meaning to offer than a finder. A seeker, who doesn’t know what she’s looking at, exactly, might reveal more than she who is quite certain of what she’s found.

Here are links to Part One and Part Two of Knausgaard’s “My Saga.”

Back to my cold-fighting garlic-ginger tea.

xo, Carrie

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  1. Kerry

    This is interesting, as I work to start travel writing on my travel blog. I will share this. You are right about the seeker. I call myself The Insightful Wanderer because I am still wandering, but so often that word and others like it have a bad connotation. It’s not bad. It’s just what it is. I look forward to reading this. Feel better.

  2. @spacetimebias

    Have you ever got that right. After reading the first 3 books, the last thing I thought I’d do is to try and make sense of them. Here’s what I had to say: Karl Ove Knausgård: An Avalanche of Presence

    Once put together, the 2 My Saga pieces feel a little willful. The first flows better (maybe I just like thinking of him drinking in a bowling alley in Detroit as punishment for liking Roxy Music in the ’80s?), the dream state consideration of Columbus not colonizing his new world suggests some ‘fill’ and provokes a crazy consideration that he is as ill-informed about the Americas as we are about the Nordic countries. In any case, lovely fresh voice.

  3. david

    Just getting into Knausgaard—ordered his books, read My Saga 1 & 2, and found them utterly fascinating, endearing, and curious. I agree, this IS travel writing, travel of the soul, the human condition. But ultimately it IS travel writing and is wonderfully engaging. Some might not find it so—his deep detail—but as someone who has written two creative nonfiction/memoirs and personal essays, a lot about himself (hopefully not seen as navel-gazing), Knausgaard, for me, is locking into something very real.


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