I finished reading this novel with a strange sense of detachment, alienation and silence. I didnt know what do I think of it, maybe I was totally puzzled, maybe because I read Hunger first and i kept on falling in the trap of comparing it with other Hamsun's novels. To be honest, sometimes I think it's wrong to read an author's masterpiece before his/her other novels. despite the fact that he didn't receive his nobel prize for Hunger. However, that novel left me totally with a different perspective about everything. Hunger, for me is Hamsun's masterpiece. in every detail and in every incident, the narrator is engrossed deeply in my mind forever, from the very first pages until the end. He is an iconic character that can not be compared to any other. Well, in a sense he reminded me of The Underground narrator, but still, he was unique.