Anna's review
Gud hjälpe mig I och II by Kristin Omarsdottir
Oy...where to start?
It was a little...a lot, actually, like the first ever alternative dance performance that I attended. I was 8 or so and had been doing ballet (more like - "ballet") for a couple of years. My aesthetic requirements for dance had until then included tutus, pink and music with a discernible rythm.
I was not prepared for the harshly painted faces, the dancers wrapped in foil and the cacaphonic music. I could not see the beauty or even the point with that performance. On the positive side, I have never forgotten it (And have snice been to some amazing modern dance performances, all without foil.)
Icelandic literature is fairly unknown, even here in Sweden, so I was anxious to give this book a try. There were so many things that I did not enjoy about this book that I amn not even going to try to review it. However, like cacaphonic foil-wrapped performances, I am (almost) sure that someone else might disagree with my review.
It was a little...a lot, actually, like the first ever alternative dance performance that I attended. I was 8 or so and had been doing ballet (more like - "ballet") for a couple of years. My aesthetic requirements for dance had until then included tutus, pink and music with a discernible rythm.
I was not prepared for the harshly painted faces, the dancers wrapped in foil and the cacaphonic music. I could not see the beauty or even the point with that performance. On the positive side, I have never forgotten it (And have snice been to some amazing modern dance performances, all without foil.)
Icelandic literature is fairly unknown, even here in Sweden, so I was anxious to give this book a try. There were so many things that I did not enjoy about this book that I amn not even going to try to review it. However, like cacaphonic foil-wrapped performances, I am (almost) sure that someone else might disagree with my review.
