Reread Hamsun’s Mysteries and will never do so again. It’s a book that nags one’s brain and bowels like a fever. Johan Nagel is such a pain-in-the-ass character, a rake unlike any other in all of fiction. Mysteries is a great novel, one of the best, but it’s not even in my top five Hamsun novels. I don’t know why I wanted to read it again—masochism maybe.