In early times, say the Icelandic chronicles, men from the Western Islands came to live in this country, and when they departed, left behind them crosses, bells, and other objects used in the practice of sorcery.
So begins Independent People, or in the original Icelandic, Sjálfstætt Fólk or Self-standing Folk. The author, Halldór Laxness, won the [...]
Archive for June, 2008
Wanting Moor
Posted in Books, tagged fathers and daughters, Halldór Laxness, Iceland, independence, superstition on June 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Pump and Circumstance
Posted in Random thoughts, tagged Edward Jenner, John Snow, Public Health, science on June 25, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Nothing beats a person of action. Thinkers are well and good; with them is where I’m most comfortable. But at the end of the day, I’ll put my money on the individual who does something, anything, to push an idea forward or to bring about good things. Especially when it comes to science. I’m a [...]
Exit Ghost
Posted in Books, tagged humor, Nathan Zuckerman, Philip Roth, writer's life on June 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
When last October’s Atlantic hit the doorstep, I whisked past the cover displaying Bill Clinton’s unsightly mug and scoured the index for something to banish sight of him. What to my eyes should appear but the lead-in for a withering review by Christopher Hitchens of Philip Roth’s latest novel, Exit Ghost. I’ve read Hitchens for [...]
Bodies of Water
Posted in Random thoughts, tagged Atlantic ocean, flooding, travel, water on June 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Last month, I crossed the Atlantic twice. The outbound darkness hardly endures the trip; inevitably a curious passenger will open the shades shortly after midnight Central time to look at the water and wake everyone up by chasing the dawn to Europe. It can’t be helped. Returning, the ocean 40,000 feet below seems to sustain [...]
Independent People
Posted in Books, tagged Halldór Laxness, Iceland, independence, summer, winter on June 8, 2008 | 2 Comments »
There couldn’t be a better time to read Halldór Laxness’ Independent People. I’m finding the world of an Icelandic sheep farmer cooling to this mid-westerner in the throes of a prematurely hot summer. Yesterday, mowing the lawn in 90 degrees, I tried to imagine reindeer riding in order to summon wintry images. I also thought [...]