An interesting piece in The New Yorker about Knausgaard by Joshua Rothman (I've mixed feelings about Knausgaard, but perhaps I should give it another try.)

'When Andrew O’Hagan, during that 2014 interview, asked Knausgaard whether writing “My Struggle” had been “therapeutic”—whether it had helped him “conquer the fear” of his father—Knausgaard said no. He went on:

It’s nothing like that to write, I think. To write is much more about becoming free of everything, becoming free of what you know. Regarding my father, I had this opinion of him, and I had to free myself from that opinion. You can do that in writing if you write about yourself—you know, these ecstatic moments when you are kind of selfless. . . . Then, you are free, then you can write about everything. . . . I wanted to get away from the conceptions of people in my life, of what really happened, and my understanding of my life. I had to get all that away, and to try to recreate it, but as chaotic as it really is.'

Read the article here.

You write in order to free yourself from opinions, prejudices, verdicts, this is something I can relate to.