Everything I've read about Iceland makes me think it's not really my culinary destiny (puffin breast? whale battered anything? cod, cod and more cod?), but I can't get quite enough of its literature. And while walking into a bookstore sometimes overwhelms me with the possibilities, the sad but convenient fact is that there is relatively little icelandic literature translated into a language I can read, and even less of it available at the library. Which still leaves a sizable chunk of reading available to me, but it's much less than a whole bookstore, so it feels almost manageable. Here are my thoughts of three I've read so far: The Blue Fox , by Sjon ( there's supposed to be an apostrophe above the o, but for the life of me I can't figure out how to get it there ) This dreamy book is a pocket-sized delight. The beginning reads a bit like poetry with its creative use of white space, and indeed Sjon also has several poetry collections. It's
"In the midst of winter I found in me an Invincible Summer." - Camus ...On exploring strength in its many forms: strong people, strong writing, strong curiosity, obsessions, stances, and loves. Strength as a concept wide enough to encompass fear, truth, vulnerability, and joy.