Touted by many as equal in quality to Carver, I found Olafsson's writing a bit predictable and contrived; the stories lack the depth of grit found in a typical Carver story, as well. There were times when I was acutely aware of technical devices, the kind that made me think Olafsson was trying too hard to create an affectation. So, I don't think this collection is comparable to Carver, particularly Cathedral, which is a masterful collection of short stories.
Having said that, these stories possess a robust inner-life than what most novel writers are capable of creating. The inner-life in this collection of twelve stories revolves around the theme of heartache, drama, and emotional ambiguity that holds in affairs of the heart. Here there are similarities to Carver. Olafsson presents to us the banality of two lover's lives, the tragedies of our good intentions fulfilled, and commonplace failures that we all have experienced some time or another. Olafsson's characters, much like Carver's characters, are the people you know, they are us; they are scorned lovers and apathetic partners; they are mendacious, and too late in their apologies. Olafsson expresses their grief and shame, dishonesty and stupidity with deft and realism.
Each story occurs during a different month in the year; and each storie has the reader arriving at that pivotal crisis point of some particular relationship. Oh, many of the characters are connected to Iceland, and the stories often combine Icelandic and American values and attitudes.
The subject matter is full of subtle anguish and can be emotionally draining. Only read one right after another if you are determined to be melancholic and miserable.