Knut Hamsun
There is a story Henry Miller tells of when he once wrote a letter to his beloved Knut Hamsun and Hamsun’s odd reply. An odd reply because it was more befitting of a secretary than a Nobel prize winning writer. When I think of Knut Hamsun I think of that story and I also think of the cold Norway wind and the great expanse of the land there. I think of the simple complexity of his stories and how I should really read Growth of the Soil, a book unread on my shelf.
Mysteries, Hunger, The Women at the Pump
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