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- The struggle to be a good father.
- The struggle to get over his own father.
- The struggle with readers who don’t recognize that naming the books My Struggle is partly a joke.
- The struggle with readers who don’t recognize that naming the books My Struggle is partly serious.
- The struggle of isolation and loneliness.
- The struggle to write.
- The struggle to write.
- The struggle to write.
- The struggle of being a younger brother.
- The struggle of shyness.
- The struggle with car seats, strollers, and trying to get from point A to point B with small children.
- Shame. So much shame.
- The struggle with alcoholism and its legacies.
- The struggle of a marriage (or two).
- The struggle of what to say at parties.
- The struggle of what to say at home.
- The struggle of mental illness.
- The struggle of being oneself (Monday. Me. Tuesday. Me. Wednesday. Me. Thursday. Me.).
- The struggle to find a home.
- The struggle to escape the home one has. (Argentina, a working title for the novel, still fits, I think).
- The struggle to remember what to pick up at the grocery store.
- The struggle between the Romantic ideal of The Artist and the reality that the children need their muesli and yogurt in the morning.
- The struggle for meaning in the face of absurdity and death.
- The struggle of a Norwegian living in Sweden.
- The struggle of navigating masculinity in an increasingly feminized society.
- The struggle of desire.
- The struggle of standing in the middle of an airport with a mound of luggage and gaggle of crying children and no luggage cart in sight (“Help!” She shouted in a loud voice. “Help us!”).
- The struggle of being seen.
- The struggle of being hidden.
- The struggle of the toddler as 5am alarm clock.
- The struggle of literature’s distance from real life.
- The struggle of this particular literary work’s closeness to real life.
- The struggle of trying not to cry (and failing).
- The struggle to get the beer to the party in the snow on a New Year’s Eve.
- The struggle to prevent the apartment from degenerating into a visible incarnation of the universe’s drive towards entropy.
- The struggle of friendship.
- The struggle of finding and celebrating beauty under the cynical eye of modernity.
- The struggle to find a moment to enjoy a cup of coffee and a cigarette in peace.
- The struggle towards that point where the author can finally say: “I am no longer a writer.”