Had to look this one up. Knausgård is a Norwegian author who is well known for including the most minute/mundane details in his writings.
This one’s so finely targeted that it feels as if there’s something personal here… Did the comic artist’s wife leave him for this Knausgård dude perchance?
Maybe it’s something the cartoonist was forced to read in college.
His only sensation started releasing in 2009, so that’s dubious. Wait that’s almost 20 years ago
His work could still be required reading in some college course somewhere in the world.
I feel the same way about Gabriel Garcia Marquez’ 100 Years Of Solitude
How “My Struggle” becomes “His Struggle”.
Remember, anytime a New Yorker cartoon doesn’t land, just substitute the caption with “Christ, what an asshole.” You’re guaranteed a befuddled chuckle at minimum.
