Édouard Louis, 2014. Photograph by Leonardo Cendamo/Writer Pictures
By CATHARINE MORRIS
The name Karl Ove Knausgaard cropped up a lot at this year’s Norwegian Festival of Literature (mentioned in my last post), as you might expect, despite his not being physically present, as far as I know. Admiring comments all of them. The twenty-two-year-old French writer Édouard Louis, who was interviewed by Ane Farsethaas (of the newspaper Morgenbladet) in the café of Lillehammer Art Museum, said that he was not very interested in contemporary French fiction; “when I see in Norway that you’ve got people like Knausgaard . . . I’m extremely jealous”.