Finished volume 2 of Knausgaard's "novel"

(An old post that I apparently never got around to posting)

Normally when something is called a novel, I am resistant to the urge to read it as autobiographical. A good example here is Proust's novel. While the emotions there are certainly real, as are many of the observations and the details of the narrator's life, there is no way in which that can be s…