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Halldor Laxness, Halldór Laxness, Halldor/ Magnusson Laxness, Jane Smiley
The Fish Can Sing
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Zusatztext “This weird and wonderful novel is Laxness at his best: a reminder of the mad hilarity of the Icelandic sensibility.” —Nicholas Shakespeare "Enchanting . . . .This novel is a true pleasure." — The Independent (London) "Laxness is a beacon in twentieth-century literature, a writer of splendid originality, wit, and feeling." —Alice Munro Informationen zum Autor HALLDOR LAXNESS was born near Reykjavik, Iceland, in 1902. His first novel was published when he was seventeen. The undisputed master of contemporary Icelandic fiction, and one of the outstanding novelists of the century, he wrote more than sixty books, including novels, short stories, essays, poems, plays, and memoirs. In 1955 he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. Laxness died in Iceland in 1998. Klappentext A sort of Icelandic "Great Gatsby," this beloved gem of a coming-of-age novelis one of Nobel Prize-winning author Laxnesss most accessible. 12,500print. Leseprobe 1 STRANGE CREATURE A wise man once said that next to losing its mother, there is nothing more healthy for a child than to lose its father. And though I would never subscribe to such a statement wholeheartedly, I would be the last person to reject it out of hand. For my own part, I would express such a doctrine without any suggestion of bitterness against the world, or rather without the hurt which the mere sound of the words implies. But whatever one might think of the merits of this observation, it so happened in my own case that I had to make do without any parents at all. I will not say that it was actually my good fortune - that would be putting it too strongly; but I certainly cannot call it a misfortune, at least not so far as I myself was concerned, and that was because I acquired a grandfather and a grandmother instead. It might be closer to the truth to say that the misfortune was all my father's and my mother's: not because I would have been a model son to them, far from it, but because parents have even more need of children than children have of parents. But that is another matter. Anyway, to cut a long story short, I must tell you that to the south of the churchyard in our future capital city of Reykjavik, just where the slope begins to level out at the southern end of the Lake, on the exact spot where Gudmundur Gudmunsen (the son of old Jon Gudmundsson, the owner of Gudmunsen's Store) eventually built himself a fine mansion-house - on this patch of ground there once stood a little turf-and-stone cottage with two wooden gables facing east towards the Lake; and this little place was called Brekkukot. This was where my grandfather lived, the late Bjorn of Brekkukot who sometimes went fishing for lumpfish in spring-time; and with him lived the woman who has been closer to me than most other women, even though I knew nothing about her: my grandmother. This little turf cottage was a free and ever-open guest-house for anyone and everyone who had need of shelter. At the time when I was coming into this world, the cottage was crowded with people who would nowadays be called refugees - people who flee their country, people who abandon their native homes and hearths in tears because conditions at home are so desperate that their children cannot survive infancy. Then one day, so I have been told, it happened that a young woman arrived at the place from somewhere in the west; or north; or perhaps even east. This woman was on her way to America, abandoned and destitute, fleeing from those who ruled over Iceland. I have heard that her passage had been paid for by the Mormons, and indeed I know for a fact that among them are to be found some of the finest people in America. But anyway, without further ado, this woman I mentioned gave birth to a baby while she was staying at Brekkukot waiting for her ship. And when she had been delivered of the child she looked at her newborn son and...
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This weird and wonderful novel is Laxness at his best: a reminder of the mad hilarity of the Icelandic sensibility. Nicholas Shakespeare
"Enchanting.... This novel is a true pleasure." The Independent (London)
Product details
Authors | Halldor Laxness, Halldór Laxness, Halldor/ Magnusson Laxness, Jane Smiley |
Assisted by | Magnus Magnusson (Translation) |
Publisher | Vintage USA |
Languages | English |
Product format | Paperback |
Released | 19.02.2008 |
EAN | 9780307386052 |
ISBN | 978-0-307-38605-2 |
No. of pages | 272 |
Dimensions | 133 mm x 205 mm x 16 mm |
Series |
Vintage International Vintage International |
Subject |
Fiction
> Narrative literature
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