5/24/2023 0 Comments Hunger knut hamsun review![]() ![]() Probably that is why, I could fathom the emotions running hysterically amok within the unnamed protagonist of this novel, who had only one enemy: hunger. He gnaws with his sharp paws and he shrieks in his piercing voice, he snaps my nervous tranquilities and he slaps my organ’s functionalities, he throws vile liquids up my throat and he shovels my ideals out of the window. On those unannounced stranded days when a morsel had been a long meeting away, I have met him. On those few, religious days when I have been compelled to meet him, I have met him. But on those very few days, I have met him. This beast has not imprisoned me beyond few days. After all, what do I know of hunger? Something that loses its meaning with a hop to the kitchen? A need that vanishes with the stair-climbing to the canteen? A routine that knocks every four hours, only to be dispatched back to its den with a pouring of necessary and unnecessary stuff? A fuel that is available at an arm’s length? A six-lettered word that assumes greater importance in symbolic garb than its bare attire? A review of this book from my pen is akin to injustice. ![]()
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