Review written by Alison Crane & read live on bookshow 14th august 2014
I read this book
before going to Iceland - since discovered that Laxness is a national hero -
he’s the only Icelandic writer to have won the Nobel prize for literature and
also Iceland has more writers, more books published and more books read, per
head, than anywhere else in the world. Writing and reading is sort of in their
DNA as Icelanders have been telling stories since the first settlers.
I can unreservedly
recommend this book - it’s long, at times challenging but hugely rewarding, very
wise, it’s funny, it’s sad, humane and
thought provoking- you feel you learn something about the human condition.
Laxness wrote the
story in 1934. and tells the story of an impoverished sheep farmer, Bjartur,
who’s sole quest in life is to live as an independent man and be beholden to no
one. His family and home live miles from anywhere in a hovel- a dark, dank,
turf-roofed farmhouse on a glacial moor
= the family occupy one room and the animals live downstairs - it’s a
croft that he spent 18 years scraping togtehr to buy and now he won’t accept
help from anyone. Each day is a challenge to bring in enough food for the
family.
He’s a fascinating
flawed protagonist - at times seemingly heartless - his family go hungry as he
won’t accept help from anyone, he
refuses to help his daughter out when he finds out she’s pregnant. But you know
he’s got SO much love for them but he’s misguided - being beholden to no-one is
his operating principle - be strong, be proud, don’t show weakness. It means
that when you do see him make loving gestures (only really happens at end) it’s
heartbreakingly moving.
THE LANDSCAPE
‘Townsfolk have no conception of the peace that
Mother Nature bestows…They think
only of their clothes and find momentary comfort in foolish fashions and other
such worthless innovations…The countryman, on the other hand, walks out to the
verdant meadows, into an atmosphere clear and pure, and as he breathes it into
his lungs some unknown power streams through his limbs, invigorating body and
soul. In the fragrance that is bourne so sweetly to his nostrils, in the
quietude that broods so blissfully round him, there is comfort and rest.’
The endless rain -
like waterfalls between the planets
The landscape is both
a thing of great beauty but also harsh and unforgiving. IT’S SO IMPORTANT
THE WISDOM AND HUMOUR;
Often Bjartur and
fellow farmers chew the cud..
WW1 breaks out
bringing prosperity to Iceland: ‘Each maintains that his country is in some way
more holy than the other’s, though in strict reality France and Germany are
both exactly the same country.’ (He’s seen pictures of them both and they look
the same)
Debates whether they
are meet in heaven on the day they’ve murdered each other: Do they forgive one
another in heaven for having murdered one another? In the second place, do they
perhaps thank one another in heaven for having murdered one another and thus
helped one another on the way to heaven? Or, in the third place, do they go on
fighting with undiminished imbecility in heaven? And if they murder each other
afresh, where do they go then?’
OLD AGE
There’s the old woman
- ancient at start and can’t seem to die. She says she doesn’t know whether
she’s alive or dead and sometimes it takes her all day to remember which one
she is. She doesn’t believe the world war really exists because she doesn’t
believe in the world - that there is a world outside of Iceland.
He describes her as
being ‘like a candle the Lord has forgotten to snuff.’
One of the richest
books I’ve read for a long time.
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