An article in the New Yorker (via Arts and Letters Daily) led me to a story about Knut Hamsun, great man of Norwegian letters who got caught up in that annoying little Nazi matter:
But his admirers had watched with some alarm as his politics evolved; many found it unforgivable when, in the mid-thirties, he attacked the awarding of the Nobel Peace Prize to the anti-Nazi journalist Carl von Ossietzky, who had been tortured and imprisoned by his fellow-Germans. Even worse, he supported Vidkun Quisling, the Norwegian defense minister who founded the pro-Fascist National Union Party, in 1933. Though that could be tolerated, barely, as a nasty idiosyncrasy, everything changed after the Germans invaded on April 9, 1940, and Hamsun urged his countrymen to throw down their weapons and coöperate.
So maybe Knut isn't my hero, although Hunger sounds interesting. But the story reminded me of a Norwegian author I hadn't thought of in years: Agnar Mykle. I remember reading him in the library at prep school, then couldn't find his books any more. Now forty years later, I remember him, Google him and find a book of his I hadn't read on Ebay for $1.74! I do love the new way of knowledge!