My Struggle
“What emerged from this
was myself,” wrote the voluble
author of My Struggle. “This was
what was me.” But how many pages
did it take the Norwegian writer to
see himself as his life had shaped him?
I know the story well. Book after book
after book my struggle told itself, but
never in full; until one day, I don’t
know when, Old Whore Life
showed her face, and I saw
that she was me!
was myself,” wrote the voluble
author of My Struggle. “This was
what was me.” But how many pages
did it take the Norwegian writer to
see himself as his life had shaped him?
I know the story well. Book after book
after book my struggle told itself, but
never in full; until one day, I don’t
know when, Old Whore Life
showed her face, and I saw
that she was me!
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