I finished reading My Struggle: A Death in the Family, by Karl Ove Knausgaard, a few days ago. It's an autofiction novel, which means a fictionalized autobiography; it's the first book of a series encompassing six works in total. In this particular book, the author writes about his personal life from his childhood days until some years into adulthood. Common themes are the distant relationship with his parents, and some events and dilemmas through teenage years into adult life. I won't enter into specifics about the content, because I think it's disrespectful towards certain people and it isn't my place to comment on their private life. The protagonist/author flies through a scenic yet ordinary life in a fashionable manner, but he doesn't shy from remembering small unfashionable tidbits from others. I don't know if he received permission from these people to publish these personal stories, but I know his books caused an uproar and the press searched for the people mentioned in them. I also think he didn't disguise most of the names mentioned, so they can be recognised not only by those who lived in the same circle of acquaintances as the author, but also by people they meet nowadays. Another issue with the book is that its genre, the fictionalized autobiography, gives the author freedom to change certain parts of the story as he wishes, so he has a sort of artistic licence to write whatever he wants without denoting it as fact or fiction. As to the book itself, it's competent in some parts, but mostly boring and overtly descriptive; it also has some self-reflective content that I liked when I read a bit in the bookshop, but in overall it isn't that interesting.