Hunger"Hunger" is one of those books that most young men might dream of writing, and they sometimes manage to pull that. Statements about the unknown (Christiania stumbles now Oslo), a penniless man of letters, his waistcoat (vest pawning) kroner and a half to one, munching bread strange, but basically half hunger and excellent article about Hovering the scheming he'll write it only to buy food and pay rent, but also one of the best young writers, etc. etc. will not give his name as
It probably looks bad. It is not. It is a masterpiece, if only because there is a gap between experience and is keen on saying. Statement is entirely without self-pity. She never whinges the curse - he daydreams, he fantasises, but he always aware of his folly even when he is in the middle. This is what gives his book incredible readability. Everything a crisp, early morning light, everything is fresh _there_, a Holden Caulfield type is shown in nostalgia or sentimental reverie. (During the 1960s, it was built in an incredible film - a book which is notable for mostly inner monologue.)
"Hunger" is a classic in the history of the novel is not impressive or important reason, but because it seems so true and so is still readable. Hamsun has written some other books that I have been told are better, then declined mistiness and poet, and ended up as a Nazi sympathizer. No matter. It was written in the late 1800s, and still is today as a painfully fresh shaving cuts.
I think this is Sverre Lyngstad's translation, he wrote Introduction. I first read Robert Bly's version, but Lyngstad out hundreds of errors that made Bly, both great and small point is careful. Lyngstad's upcoming English version will be fixed for some time.