MixedLos Angeles Review of BooksThe fourth volume in his Seasons Quartet, Summer, is less propelling [than Spring]—a combination of musing on his quintessential subjects and diary entries ... Summer, in particular, is uneven and uncategorizable ... Surprisingly, in these diaries the first-person narrative is taken over by the voice of a 73-year-old Norwegian woman remembering her affair with an Austrian soldier during World War II ... her narrative is underwhelming, and not nearly as interesting or courageous in its revelations as Knausgaard himself. Taking on a female perspective is refreshing, but he fails to give this character equal gravitas. He also rather disappointingly leaves out an ending diary for August ... He may be done with this quartet, the My Struggle series, and autofiction altogether, but I still want more of it. That kind of passionate literary intimacy is rare. And wanting more and even more—isn’t that just like being in love?
