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Ninety years later it remains a transporting literary experience. In the story of Isak, who leaves his village to clear a homestead and raise a family amid the untilled tracts of the Norwegian Growth of the Soil country, Knut Hamsun evokes the elemental bond between humans and the land. For more than seventy years, Penguin has been the leading publisher of classic literature in the English-speaking world. With more than 1, titles, Penguin Classics represents a global bookshelf of the best works throughout history and across genres and disciplines. Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and Growth of the Soil authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators. Nobel Prize winner Knut Hamsun — worked as a laborer in both Scandinavia and America before establishing himself as a successful playwright and novelist. It is wholly beautiful; it is saturated with wisdom and humor and tenderness. When you buy a book, we donate a book. Sign in. Sep 25, ISBN Add to Cart. Also available from:. Available from:. Paperback —. About Growth of the Soil The story of an elemental existence in rural Norway. Also by Knut Growth of the Soil. About Knut Hamsun Nobel Prize winner Knut Hamsun — worked as a laborer in both Scandinavia and America before establishing himself as a successful playwright and novelist. Product Details. Inspired by Your Browsing History. Anna Karenina. Exile and the Kingdom. Albert Camus. The Castle. Marcel Proust. Growth of the Soil Marrow of Tradition. Charles W. Crime and Punishment. Fyodor Dostoevsky. Nella Larsen. Death in Venice. Willa Cather. Winesburg, Ohio. Sherwood Anderson. The Annotated Lolita. Growth of the Soil Nabokov. Complete Stories. Dorothy Parker. The Stories of John Cheever. John Cheever. The Idiot. Appointment in Samarra. Notes from Underground. Sarah Orne Jewett. Joseph and His Brothers. The Early Stories. Of Human Bondage. Somerset Maugham. The Trial. In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower. Notes from a Dead House. Madame Bovary. Gustave Flaubert. Pale Fire. Big Sur. Jack Kerouac. O Pioneers! Les Miserables. Related Articles. Looking for More Great Reads? Download Hi Res. LitFlash The eBooks you want at the lowest prices. Read it Forward Read it first. Pass it on! Stay in Touch Sign up. We are experiencing technical difficulties. Please try again later. Become a Member Start earning points for buying books! Growth of the Soil by Knut Hamsun, TBD, Paperback | Barnes & Noble®

It follows the story Growth of the Soil a man who settles and lives in rural Norway. First published init has since been translated from Norwegian into languages such as English. The novel was written in the popular style of Norwegian new realisma movement dominating the early 20th century. The novel exemplified Hamsun's aversion to modernity and inclination towards primitivism and the agrarian lifestyle. Hamsun tended to stress the relationship between his characters and the natural environment. Growth of the Soil portrays the protagonist Isak and his family as awed by modernity, yet at times, they come into conflict with it. The novel contains two sections entitled Book One and Book Two. The first book focuses almost solely on the story of Isak and his family and the second book starts off by following the plight of Axel and ends mainly focusing on Isak's family. The novel begins by following the story of Isak, a Norwegian man, who finally settled upon a patch of land which he deemed fit for farming. He began creating earthen sheds in which he housed several goats obtained from the village yonder. Isak asked passing by Lappsnomadic indigenous people, to tell women that he is in need of help on his farm. Inger Growth of the Soil her first child which was a son named Eleseus. She then had another son named Sivert. The Lensmand [b] Geissler came by their farm one day informing them that they were on States land and assisting them in purchasing it. They named the farm Sellanraa. Soon after, Geissler was discharged from his position as Lensmand after a sharp reprimand from his superior and was subsequently replaced with Lensmand Heyerdahl. One day while Isak had left the farm to sell a bull in the village, Inger gave birth to a child and had killed it upon seeing that it had a harelip and would undergo the inevitable suffering in life she herself had experienced. One day, Oline, Inger's relative, visited the farm and figured out that Inger had killed a child. The news of the infanticide now spreading. One October day, the Lensmand and a man showed up at their doorstep to investigate and find evidence pertaining to the crime. Oline had agreed to serve at the farm while Inger was serving her eight-year sentence in prison. Geissler returned one day, interested in prospective copper mining grounds near Sellanraa. Apparently, Geissler Growth of the Soil not come to the farm just for the ore, but he also intended on planning to have Inger released from prison as soon as possible. Brede Olsen, the Lensmand's assistant, had now settled on the land halfway between Sellanraa and the Growth of the Soil. The farm of his was named Breidablik. One day, people came out to mark the route for a telegraph line that was to run near Isak's farm. Meanwhile, Inger had given birth to another baby girl, Leopoldine, at the prison. The Growth of the Soil day, Geissler returned to Sellanraa. He first addressed the matter of the copper tract. He purchased the land for daler from Isak, money unheard of to him until this day. Geissler also spoke of Inger and how he submitted a report to the King and the Governor regarding the case asking for her release. Inger was to be released early. Isak was stupefied by the generosity of Geissler. Isak drove down to the village to meet Inger. Great changes had occurred while Inger was away. No longer had she the harelip but merely a scar on her face. And now she was with the daughter Isak had not yet met, Leopoldine. When one of the telegraph engineers stopped at Isak's house, a Growth of the Soil was offered to Eleseus to work under his care in the village. Eleseus went to work in town. He named his farm Maaneland. Inger once again gave birth to a daughter Growth of the Soil Rebecca. When Oline arrived one day, she told the family that Uncle Growth of the Soil, the one who Sivert was named after, had fallen terribly ill. It was agreed upon that Sivert was to inherit the big fortune which his uncle was to leave behind. Eventually, Growth of the Soil Sivert died and later, the fortune was to be determined. Geissler and a few prospective mining buyers arrived at the farm by horse one day. Geissler acted as Isak's advocate and sold the section of Isak's land for four thousand Kroner. Isak marvels at how much Geissler has assisted him in making money. News arrived that Growth of the Soil was going Growth of the Soil be sold. The real reason Brede was selling his place was because there were some money issues associated with the banks and stores at Growth of the Soil village, but they made it seem as though he was selling the place on his own freewill in order to avoid disgrace. The last part of Book One tells of Isak obtaining another wonder for his farm, this time, a mowing machine. People from all Growth of the Soil assemble to witness this luxury in use. After the officials went through the financial books, it was discovered to the shock of the family that Uncle Sivert had nothing left of his fortune. Isak went to the auction of Breidablik. Axel, to the surprise of everyone, had purchased the farm. When asked, he said that he was buying it on someone else's behalf. Meanwhile, Eleseus had left the farm and headed back to town for a job which was no longer available for him. On the third of September, Axel could not find Barbro anywhere. He searched around and eventually finds her on the banks of a stream. He wonders what has happened the child Barbro was pregnant with. According to her, she had been near the stream collecting juniper twigs for cleaning buckets when suddenly, she slipped into the river at the same time she was to give birth. It was too late as the baby had already succumbed to drowning. Axel went to look for the infant and found it under a heap of moss and twigs wrapped in a cloth. He ran home for a shovel to bury the Growth of the Soil properly. Axel and Barbro argued as she continued to claim that the baby drowned when she accidentally slipped into the water. Barbro, in the heat of the argument, confessed that she had once killed another baby and threw it off a boat. That winter, Barbro went to the village to visit the dentist. Axel had no faith in her returning and as he predicted, she had gone to Bergen, another large city, to stay. One day, Axel was going out to the forest to fell some trees when he sees Brede going up the hill, most likely Growth of the Soil an errand to fix something relating to the telegraph line. Growth of the Soil started chopping down a tree when suddenly, his foot slipped into a cleft in a stone and the tree came crashing down on him. There was a blizzard that day and night was setting in. Axel struggled for hours trying to free himself but was not able to reach for the axe lying on the ground to cut his way out. Axel yelled to Brede hoping Growth of the Soil he would be returning from his errand soon. Surely enough, after a few hours, Brede came by but simply ignored him pretending that he was unaware of the situation. He walked on and left Axel to die. When all hope was lost, Oline found Axel. She freed him and helped him return home. On their way back, they encountered Brede who claimed that when he encountered Axel on the ground, he showed no signs of needing help or Growth of the Soil anything was wrong. Next day, the news reported that there was a new settler arriving below Maaneland. Growth of the Soil was apparently very rich and was going to open a store at the location. His name was Aronson and he called his place Storborg. Spring arrived and engineers and workmen from Sweden began work on the mine. Storborg was prospering with all of these workers buying things at his trading post. The work on the mine continues but there was news that the yield of ore was not as good as Growth of the Soil. As expected, the commotion at the mine Growth of the Soil to subside and workers were being dismissed. Now that the mine had been deemed fruitless, the engineer wanted to purchase the land south of the water owned by Geissler. Geissler anticipated that this would happen and so he offered the land at an exorbitant price showing that he had nothing to lose if they did not want to buy it. Eventually, the ordeal with Barbro was discovered and she was arrested in Bergen, the village where she was staying. Now the time Growth of the Soil come for Barbro and Axel's trial to take place. Amazingly, the Lensmand's wife, Fru Heyerdahl, had stepped up for Barbro by giving a great, eloquent speech that moved everyone. The jury Growth of the Soil obviously affected by this speech and Barbro and Axel were fully pardoned. Fru Heyerdahl had then gotten Barbro to come work for her. Meanwhile, Aronsen was furious that Geissler was refusing to sell his tract of land to the mining company. His trading business depended on a lot of foot traffic but since there was no more, there were no more customers. Geissler was taking revenge on the village for removing him as Lensmand. The entire fate and economy of the district hinged on whether he would sell the land. Eventually, Aronsen, not able to handle it anymore, sold his place to Eleseus who decided that he become a farmer. Geissler had finally sold his land and the mine was operational again. Later, Aronsen returned to buy back the farm from Eleseus but to no avail. Barbro was evicted from Fru Heyerdahl's house after an argument in which Fru discovered that Barbro was often sneaking out to celebrations when she was supposed to be working. Growth of the Soil - Wikipedia

Man, a human being, the first that came here. There was no path before he came. Afterward, some beast or other, following the faint tracks over marsh and moorland, wearing them deeper; after these again some Lapp gained scent of the path, and took that way from field to field, looking to his reindeer. Thus was made the road through the great Almenning—the common tracts without an owner; no-man's-land. The man comes, walking toward the north. He bears a sack, the first sack, carrying food and some few implements. A strong, coarse fellow, with a red iron beard, and little scars on face and hands; sites of old wounds—were they gained in toil or fight? Maybe the man has been in prison, and is looking for a place to hide; or a philosopher, maybe, in search of peace. This or that, he comes; the figure of a man in this great solitude. He Growth of the Soil on; bird and beast are silent all about him; now and again he utters a Growth of the Soil or two; speaking to himself. Here and there, where the moors give place to a kindlier spot, an open space in the midst of the forest, he lays down the sack and goes exploring; after a while he returns, heaves the sack to his shoulder again, and trudges on. Growth of the Soil through the day, noting time by the sun; night falls, and he throws himself down on the heather, resting on one arm. A few hours' rest, and he is on the move again: "Eyah, well This day too he journeys, Growth of the Soil there are many kindly spots in the woods to be explored. What is he seeking? A place, a Growth of the Soil of ground? An emigrant, maybe, from the homestead tracts; he keeps his eyes alert, looking out; now and again he climbs to the top of a hill, looking out. The sun goes down once more. He moves along the western side of a valley; wooded ground, with leafy trees among the spruce and pine, and grass beneath. Hours of this, and twilight is Growth of the Soil, but his ear catches the faint purl of running water, and it heartens him like the voice of a living thing. Growth of the Soil climbs the slope, and sees the valley half in darkness below; beyond, the sky to the south. He lies down to rest. The morning shows him a range of pasture and woodland. He moves down, and there is a green hillside; far below, a glimpse of the stream, and a hare bounding across. The man nods his head, as it were approvingly—the stream is not so broad but that a hare may cross it Growth of the Soil a bound. A white grouse sitting close upon Growth of the Soil nest starts up at his feet with an angry hiss, and he nods again: feathered game and fur —a good spot this. Heather, bilberry, and cloudberry cover the ground; there are tiny ferns, and the seven-pointed star flowers of the winter-green. Here and there he stops to dig with an iron tool, and finds good mould, or peaty soil, manured with the rotted wood and fallen leaves of a thousand years. He nods, to say that he has found himself a place to stay and live: ay, he will stay here and live. Two days he goes exploring the country round, returning each evening to the hillside. He sleeps at night on a bed of stacked pine; already he feels at home here, with a bed of pine beneath an overhanging rock. The worst of his task had been to find the place; this no-man's place, but his. Now, there was work to fill his days. He started at once, stripping birch bark in the woods farther off, while the sap was still in the trees. The bark he pressed and dried, Growth of the Soil when he had gathered a heavy load, carried it all the miles back to the village, to be sold for building. Then back to the hillside, with new sacks of food Growth of the Soil implements; flour and pork, a cooking-pot, a spade—out and back along the way he had come, carrying loads all the time. A born carrier of loads, a lumbering barge of a man in the forest—oh, Growth of the Soil if he loved his calling, tramping long roads and carrying heavy burdens; as if life without a load upon one's shoulders were Growth of the Soil miserable thing, no life for him. One day he came up with more than the load he Growth of the Soil came leading three goats in a leash. He was proud of his goats as if they had been horned cattle, and tended them kindly. Then came the first stranger passing, a nomad Lapp; at sight of the goats, Growth of the Soil knew that this was a man who had come to stay, and spoke to him. The Lapp went on his way. Isak—ay, he would say a word of that. The man on the hillside was no runaway; he had told his name. A runaway? He would have been found. Only a worker, Growth of the Soil a hardy one. He set about cutting winter fodder for his goats, clearing the ground, digging a field, shifting stones, making a wall of stones. By the autumn he had built a house for himself, a hut of turf, sound and strong and warm; storms could not shake it, and nothing could burn it down. Here was a home; he could go inside and shut the door, and stay there; could stand outside on the door-slab, the owner of that house, if any should pass by. There were two rooms in the hut; for himself at the one end, and for his beasts at the other. Farthest in, against the wall of rock, was the hayloft. Everything was there. Two more Lapps come by, father and son. They stand resting with both hands on their long staves, taking stock of the hut and the clearing, noting the sound of the goat-bells up on the Growth of the Soil. That I've a house and a bit of ground here, and goats, but no woman to help. Say that. Oh, he had sought about for a woman to help each time he had been down to the village with his loads of bark, but there was none to be found. They would look at him, a widow or an old unmarried one or so, but all afraid to offer, whatever might be in their minds. Isak Growth of the Soil tell why. Couldn't tell why? Who would go as help to live with a man in the wilds, ever so Growth of the Soil miles away— a whole day's journey to the nearest neighbour? And the man himself was no way charming or pleasant by his looks, far from it; and when he spoke it was no tenor with eyes to heaven, but a coarse voice, something like a beast's. In winter, he made great wooden troughs, and sold them in the village, carrying sacks of food and tools back through the snow; hard days when he was tied to a load. There were the goats, and none to look to them; he could not be away for long. And what did he do? Need made him wise; his brain was strong and little used; he trained it up to ever more and more. His first way was to let the goats loose before starting off himself, so that they could get a full feed among the undergrowth in the woods. But he found another plan. He took a bucket, a great vessel, and hung it up by the river so that a single drop fell in at a time, taking fourteen hours to fill it. When it was full to the brim, the weight was right; the bucket sank, and in doing so, pulled a line connected with the hayloft; a trap-door opened, and three bundles of fodder came through—the goats were fed. A bright idea; an inspiration, maybe, sent from God. The man had none to help him but himself. It served his need until late in the autumn; then came the first snow, then rain, then snow again, snowing all the time. And his machine went wrong; the bucket was filled from above, opening the trap too soon. He fixed a cover over, and all Growth of the Soil well again for a time; then came winter, the drop of water froze to an icicle, and stopped the machine for good. Hard times—the man had need of help, and Growth of the Soil was none, yet still he found a way. He worked and worked at his home; he made a window in the Growth of the Soil with two panes of real glass, and that was a bright and wonderful day in his life. No need of lighting fires to see; he could sit indoors and work at his wooden troughs by daylight. Better days, brighter days He read no books, but his thoughts were often with God; it was natural, coming of simplicity and awe. The stars in the sky, the wind in the trees, the solitude and the wide-spreading snow, the might of earth and over earth filled him many times a day with a deep earnestness. He was a sinner and feared God; on Sundays he washed himself out of reverence for the holy day, but worked none the less as through the week. Spring came; he worked on his patch of ground, Growth of the Soil planted potatoes. His livestock multiplied; the two she-goats had each had twins, making seven in all about the place. He made a bigger shed for them, ready for further increase, and put a couple of glass panes in there too. Ay, 'twas lighter and brighter now in every way. And then at last came help; the woman he needed. She tacked about for a long time, this way and that across the hillside, before venturing near; it was evening before she Growth of the Soil bring herself to come down. And then she came—a big, brown-eyed girl, full-built and coarse, with good, heavy hands, and rough hide brogues on her feet as if she had been a Lapp, and a calfskin bag slung from her shoulders. Not altogether young; speaking politely; somewhere nearing thirty. There was nothing to fear; but she gave him greeting and said hastily: "I was going cross the hills, and took this way, that was all. He could barely take her meaning, for she spoke in a slovenly way; also, she kept her face turned aside. Now he had grown something clever to think out the way of things, and it struck him then she'd come for that very business and no other; had started out two days back just to come here. Maybe she had heard of his wanting a woman to help. They Growth of the Soil into the hut and took a bit of the food she had brought, and some of Growth of the Soil goats' milk to drink; then they made coffee, that she had brought with her in a bladder. Settled down comfortably over their coffee until bedtime. And Growth of the Soil the night, he lay wanting her, and she was willing. She Growth of the Soil not go away next morning; all that day she did not go, but helped about the place; milked the goats, and scoured pots and things with fine sand, and got them clean. She did not go away at all.