I gave the benefit of the doubt to the first volume of Karl Ove Knausgaard multi volume autobiographical work MY STRUGGLE due to the style which was Proust-like enough in its efficiency of recall that it kept my interest. My review is here http://rgdinmalaysia.blogspot.com/2014/11/my-struggle-book-one-by-karl-ove.html
Unfortunately, I cannot say the same about the second volume MAN IN LOVE.
The love in the title isn’t what I expected. Knausgaard does go through how he met his second wife, the mother of his children, which is a rather tawdry and unappealing romance as his wife was in a relationship with a friend of his first and also spent time in a mental institution. Kanusgaard’s first marriage is hardly mentioned at all. However, he spends as much time talking about his kids and about writing as he does his relationship with his wife (other than his two wives no other women are mentioned). The love in the title is everything in life, not just the opposite sex.
Unfortunately, unlike his first volume, Knausgaard has nothing of consequence to say about anything he loves. His kids are annoying but ultimately worthwhile. Writing is a series of anecdotes. His wife is difficult but he loves her.
I was particularly not impressed with his ruminations on writing. About the best he has to offer is the writer is chained to his social class. Knut Hamsun was a farmer so his view of the worlds skewed by that. What nonsense!
His musings on philosophy are shallow worddrool on time and the like. Also a problem in the first volume but here he indulges himself even more.
The bottom line is if you are going to write a series of books like that, you need to have an interesting story to tell and not babble too much about unconnected philosophical thoughts. Knausgaard fails on both counts.