FINALLY managed to slug my way through vol 6 of Knausgård's My Struggle. All 1130 pages of it. And I hate that it became a chore, because when it's good, it's really good, and the final 200 pages are among the best of the entire megadump, dealing with the reactions to the previous parts of the novel cast against his wife's mental illness... but at the same time, there's that 430-page essay on Hitler and the mechanics of deindividualisation stuck in the middle like a huge, self-important weight (yes, Knausgård oddly seems more self-indulgent when he writes about Hitler than when he spends 4000 pages writing about himself) dragging the book down.

He's done with it, I'm done with it. For all its ups and downs, it was definitely a ride.

Longer and in Swedish: dagensbok.com/2013/10/08/en-arelos-javel/