Karl Ove Knausgaard on talking to girls when you’re twelve

‘I’m going to buy a new jacket too’, I said. ‘A black Matinique. Have you seen it?’ 


‘The sleeves are long and they’re made of a different material from the rest. Sort of wavy. And it’s got a little flap down the middle covering the zip. What kind of jacket are you going to get?’ 

Marianne shrugged. 

‘A coat, I was thinking.’ 

‘A coat? A light colour?’ 

‘Perhaps. Quite short.’ 

‘You’re the only boy who talks about clothes,’ Solveig said. 

‘I know,’ I said. And it was something I had discovered recently. It was so difficult to talk to girls. Once you had taken their hats or shouted a few bad words after them that was where it usually ended. Well, you could talk to them about homework. But nothing else. Then I suddenly realised. Clothes, that was what they were interested in. All you had to do was chat away. 

(Boyhood Island, 2010, translated 2014)

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Paul Hodson

Head of Unit "EnergyEfficiency" at European Commission, Directorate-General for Energy

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