Itinerantdaughter's Blog

I’m leaving tonight for Iceland, so of course I checked the weather the other day before packing.  Below is what I was told to expect.

Um.

At least it will be a nice departure from the life-sucking heat of NYC?

Also, before I go somewhere, I usually look into the literature of that country, and this time was drawn to the work of Halldor Laxness, a Catholic turned Socialist, who worked in about every genre.  Here’s the synopsis for the book of his, entitled Under the Glacier, that’s quickly risen to the top of my to-read list.

Nobel laureate Halldór Laxness’s Under the Glacier is a one-of-a-kind masterpiece, a wryly provocative novel at once earthy and otherworldly. At its outset, the Bishop of Iceland dispatches a young emissary to investigate certain charges against the pastor at Snæfells Glacier, who, among other things, appears to have given up burying the dead. But once he arrives, the emissary finds that this dereliction counts only as a mild eccentricity in a community that regards itself as the center of the world and where Creation itself is a work in progress.

What is the emissary to make, for example, of the boarded-up church? What about the mysterious building that has sprung up alongside it? Or the fact that Pastor Primus spends most of his time shoeing horses? Or that his wife, Ua (pronounced “ooh-a,” which is what men invariably sputter upon seeing her), is rumored never to have bathed, eaten, or slept? Piling improbability on top of improbability, Under the Glacier overflows with comedy both wild and deadpan as it conjures a phantasmagoria as beguiling as it is profound.

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