Knausgaard’s Autumn isn’t so much a book to read cover-to-cover in one seating, but rather a companion you converse with over a season. Meant to be the inaugural volume of four matching the seasons, Autumn revels in the natural world by way of small essays making of the profane a sacred thing much the way the Norwegian novelist has done with his own life in his multi-volumed My Struggle. In this work, wasps are worried; turtles transcend; trees, land and Van Gogh are pondered and lifted by Knausgaard’s sensibilities. Always while having a cigarette break to allow the gracious images to arise in the autumnal where the world shines brightly before the coming winter darkness. Each fall month, September to December gets its section, each introduced by beautiful Vanessa Baird illustrations. If you love fall as I do; love philosophy and the prosaic to sublime prose rhythm of Karl Ove, you’ll love keeping company with Autumn.