Knut Hamsun – Hunger
By Dan Hoffman
When I finished Hunger, I felt like I had read something that spoke to me. I’m not insane or starving. Perhaps I’m unstable. In the end, it really doesn’t matter. Even if I’d picked it up during better times, the point is that the novel’s depiction of mental activity seemed like an accurate version of something that everyone probably goes through. So in retrospect, I’m glad that I happened upon Hunger, because it reminded me that there can be beauty in suffering.