{"id":62079,"date":"2020-02-28T08:44:05","date_gmt":"2020-02-28T08:44:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/?p=62079"},"modified":"2020-03-01T09:25:48","modified_gmt":"2020-03-01T09:25:48","slug":"winter-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/winter-2\/","title":{"rendered":"winter"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>It is strange that you exist, but that you don\u2019t know anything about what the world looks like. It\u2019s strange that there is a first time to see the sky, a first time to see the sun, a first time to feel the air against one\u2019s skin. It\u2019s strange that there is a first time to see a face, a tree, a lamp, pajamas, a shoe. In my life it almost never happens anymore. But soon it will. In just a few months, I will see you for the first time. <\/em> <small>\u2013 Karl Ove Knausg\u00e5rd<\/small><\/p>\n<p>Penguin Random House schrijft,<\/p>\n<p>In Winter, we rejoin the great Karl Ove Knausgaard as he waits for the birth of his daughter. In preparation for her arrival, he takes stock of the world, seeing it as if for the first time. In his inimitably sensitive style, he writes about the moon, water, messiness, owls, birthdays \u2013 to name just a handful of his subjects. These oh-so-familiar objects and ideas he fills with new meaning, taking nothing for granted or as given. New life is on the horizon, but the earth is also in hibernation, waiting for the warmer weather to return, and so a contradictory melancholy inflects his gaze. Startling, compassionate, and exquisitely beautiful, Knausgaard\u2019s writing is like nothing else. Somehow, he shows the world as it really is, at once mundane and sublime.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It is strange that you exist, but that you don\u2019t know anything about what the world looks like. It\u2019s strange that there is a first time to see the sky, a first time to see the sun, a first time to feel the air against one\u2019s skin. It\u2019s strange that there is a first time<a href=\"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/winter-2\/\" class=\"read-more\">Read more &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3615],"tags":[1200,398,119],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62079"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=62079"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62079\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":62084,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62079\/revisions\/62084"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=62079"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=62079"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=62079"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}