World Light
by Halldór Kiljan Laxness
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Read in January, 2007
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This is a novel about truth, beauty and art, to put it simply. It is abstract and often bizarre in both style and content; those looking for gritty realism should not read World Light.
The story is of Olafur of Ljosavik, an orphan mistreated by his foster family and who spends much of his childhood lying in bed immobilised by illness until he is cured by an elf. It follows his entire life from early childhood, through many love affairs, a tortured marriage, several children, struggles with pov...more
The story is of Olafur of Ljosavik, an orphan mistreated by his foster family and who spends much of his childhood lying in bed immobilised by illness until he is cured by an elf. It follows his entire life from early childhood, through many love affairs, a tortured marriage, several children, struggles with pov...more
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Read in February, 2008
Between exquisite wretchedness at the beginning and a short sweet fade at the end, this is definitely a funny book–especially the seance scene, Petur Dhrihross, Olafur clueless in Reykjavik, and great minor characters. Ljosvikingur is certainly not a likable character, but you never know what is going to come out of his mouth. All Laxness needs to be translated!
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Read in June, 2007
When I run out of the Laxness works that are available in English, I will have to learn Icelandic.
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"He continued on, on to the glacier, towards the dawn, from ridge to ridge, in deep, new-fallen snow, paying no heed to the storms that might persue him. As a child he had stood by the seashore at Ljósavík and watched the waves soughing in and out, but now he was heading away from the sea. "Think of me when you are in glorious sunshine." Soon the sun of the day of resurrection will shine on the bright paths where she awaits her poet.
And beauty shall reign alone."
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