Hunger, by Knut Hamsun. More fun than I thought it would be, after the front cover glibly declared that it was one of the most disturbing books in existence. A young Nowegian hovers on the brink of starvation in nineteenth century Oslo, to proud to do much about it. It was disturbing, and the main character was difficult to like (I think this was the point), but I did find myself warming to him towards the end. There's even the odd medieval reference, as he attempts to write a play set in the Middle Ages. It's been compared with Dosteovsky, but is a little one dimensional in comparison.

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