![]() ![]() ![]() This is a strange, gothic, Bible-obsessed novel, laced with buzzard-black themes and intimations of horror. What you do is what all of us must do, which is learn to live with it. Death, like the astronomical object that haunts The Morning Star, hangs over you while shining its strange light. The Morning Star is attuned to the uncanny. The discursive sprawl of the story is trussed up by the matrix of interpersonal connections, giving it form even as the characters rationalize away how spooked they feel by the events that unfold across the two strange days. ![]() a secular, superstitious novel in the spirit of Bolaño’s 2666 or The Savage Detectives. Under the mysterious sign in the sky, people go about the sort of stifled, frustrated lives that Knausgaard has made his domain: the creatively blocked, the spiritually starving, the terrifyingly sensitive, the queasily realistic failures. Not that this novel offers horror in the conventional sense. I left the novel feeling as I often did after watching a great scary movie as a kid-totally convinced that whatever evil, implausible thing I had just witnessed on the screen awaited me in the next room. I read The Morning Star compulsively, and stayed awake all night after finishing it. ![]()
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