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A Parish Chronicle
From Iceland’s Nobel laureate, an essayistic tale of the unlikely miracles that return a church—fated to disappear over & again throughout time—to the same hillside
1882. In the still of morning, Ólafur sharpens his scythe on the bone-dry pavestones that separate his farmhouse from the rest of Mosfell Valley, where life revolves around sheep. The sound of his hammer rings out like a high-pitched bell over the tussocky fields. Across the valley, perched on a hill that hoards more sunshine than others, stands Mosfell Church. Nearby, the parish priest’s maid Gunna pours her “slosh,” a weak cup of coffee. Further afield in Reykjavík (“down south” as the locals say) the general assembly decides to revisit an old plan to cut costs by consolidating small parishes, and calls for the demolition of Mosfell. Yet today a church stands on that same hillside—its sharp steeple silhouetted against the clouds, its crown bell hanging to the left of the altar. In A Parish Chronicle, celebrated novelist Halldór Laxness combs through the minutest details of history—from the location of the ancient burial mound of national hero Egill Skallagrímsson down to the latter part of the 19th century, when weak-sighted Ólafur and bawdy farmhand Gunna will each play an unlikely role in the parish’s stubborn survival. An intimate ode to the way of life in Laxness’s home valley, and a shrewd commentary on how history bends to the quirks of certain individuals—A Parish Chronicle abounds with life.
1882. In the still of morning, Ólafur sharpens his scythe on the bone-dry pavestones that separate his farmhouse from the rest of Mosfell Valley, where life revolves around sheep. The sound of his hammer rings out like a high-pitched bell over the tussocky fields. Across the valley, perched on a hill that hoards more sunshine than others, stands Mosfell Church. Nearby, the parish priest’s maid Gunna pours her “slosh,” a weak cup of coffee. Further afield in Reykjavík (“down south” as the locals say) the general assembly decides to revisit an old plan to cut costs by consolidating small parishes, and calls for the demolition of Mosfell. Yet today a church stands on that same hillside—its sharp steeple silhouetted against the clouds, its crown bell hanging to the left of the altar. In A Parish Chronicle, celebrated novelist Halldór Laxness combs through the minutest details of history—from the location of the ancient burial mound of national hero Egill Skallagrímsson down to the latter part of the 19th century, when weak-sighted Ólafur and bawdy farmhand Gunna will each play an unlikely role in the parish’s stubborn survival. An intimate ode to the way of life in Laxness’s home valley, and a shrewd commentary on how history bends to the quirks of certain individuals—A Parish Chronicle abounds with life.
129 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1970
About the author
Halldór Laxness
168 books840 followersBorn Halldór Guðjónsson, he adopted the surname Laxness in honour of Laxnes in Mosfellssveit where he grew up, his family having moved from Reyjavík in 1905. He published his first novel at the age of only 17, the beginning of a long literary career of more than 60 books, including novels, short stories, poetry, and plays. Confirmed a Catholic in 1923, he later moved away from religion and for a long time was sympathetic to Communist politics, which is evident in his novels World Light and Independent People. In 1955 he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature.
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March 3, 2026
Marvelous. I gobbled in down in one day. Having just finished a reread of Njal’s Saga last week, this was immediately recognizable as a modern but traditional saga: an ornery old man, a long-running feud (albeit 99% on only one side), a strong and outspoken woman, ups and downs over a century, nitpicky legal haggling, a sly sense of humor, dense but loyal sons, smart adopted son, digressions, etc etc.
Laxness pokes fun at his compatriots throughout. And at some more serious targets. But lots of fun.
Laxness pokes fun at his compatriots throughout. And at some more serious targets. But lots of fun.
January 28, 2026
3.5 stars | to be published Feb 10th!
A Parish Chronicle is a pastoral sort of novella, revolving around Mosfell Church, a small rural Icelandic parish said to have held the head of the poet Egill Skallagrímsson, an icon of Iceland. Although the parish is ordered to be demolished, it is never truly separate from its parishioners.
For the length, I thought this would be a quick and easy read. The chapters are all under ten pages long, and small pages at that. It is definitely not something you can just breeze through—it can be tedious, but every sentence demands attention. Reading A Parish Chronicle is exactly like sitting down with an elderly man and listening to him tell a story, in the best and worst way you can imagine. I quite liked the ending and some characters, but some parts in the middle felt dragging.
I received an advance copy from Archipelago in exchange for an honest review.
A Parish Chronicle is a pastoral sort of novella, revolving around Mosfell Church, a small rural Icelandic parish said to have held the head of the poet Egill Skallagrímsson, an icon of Iceland. Although the parish is ordered to be demolished, it is never truly separate from its parishioners.
For the length, I thought this would be a quick and easy read. The chapters are all under ten pages long, and small pages at that. It is definitely not something you can just breeze through—it can be tedious, but every sentence demands attention. Reading A Parish Chronicle is exactly like sitting down with an elderly man and listening to him tell a story, in the best and worst way you can imagine. I quite liked the ending and some characters, but some parts in the middle felt dragging.
I received an advance copy from Archipelago in exchange for an honest review.
November 11, 2025
It takes but a few seconds of reading Halldór Laxness’ wry, journalistic prose to realize that he absolutely adores this place. Underneath the thin, briskly moving layer of sarcasm and matter-of-fact reporting is a joyous, lively love letter to home. He pokes fun at his characters in a way that only someone who was shaped by them could.
The place in question is a small piece of farmland in Mosfell Valley, just northeast of Reykjavík, and specifically, a small, stubborn church perched upon it. A Parish Chronicle unfolds as a detailed, journalistic account of this church and the handful of people around it. It’s not quite a celebration, but more of a heartfelt nod to the way that a place can be shaped not by grand movements, but by idiosyncrasies and the whims of off-kilter individuals.
Laxness’ characters jaunt their way into and out of the narrative, full of life and charm. Amongst many others, we’re introduced to the curmudgeonly Ólafur, who spends his days quarreling with the nearby priests over petty injustices, as well as the young Stefán, whose unsuccessful attempts to grow sharks in a barrel demonstrate a moxie that will serve him well in later years. A master at discretion, Laxness knows exactly which details to share and which to omit, allowing for fully-rendered, sympathetic characters while keeping the pace buoyant.
In an era of Schattenfrohs, in which writers are often drawn to the biggest of questions, it’s refreshing to read something as hyper-local and specific as A Parish Chronicle. Laxness is not concerned with totality; on the contrary, he often stops himself when he begins to follow a character too far outside of Mosfell Valley. His focus remains on this one piece of land and singular church, and he guides us along as time passes around them—from the days of old when the “theory of evolution had not yet been born,” to the era of “traffic and competition.” Tender, meditative, and always humorous, A Parish Chronicle packs more feeling and elicits more contemplation in its short 136 pages than many longer works.
Huge shout out to Archipelago Books for sending me an advance copy, despite me having no clout. A Parish Chronicle is out February 10, 2025, and I highly recommend you check it out.
The place in question is a small piece of farmland in Mosfell Valley, just northeast of Reykjavík, and specifically, a small, stubborn church perched upon it. A Parish Chronicle unfolds as a detailed, journalistic account of this church and the handful of people around it. It’s not quite a celebration, but more of a heartfelt nod to the way that a place can be shaped not by grand movements, but by idiosyncrasies and the whims of off-kilter individuals.
Laxness’ characters jaunt their way into and out of the narrative, full of life and charm. Amongst many others, we’re introduced to the curmudgeonly Ólafur, who spends his days quarreling with the nearby priests over petty injustices, as well as the young Stefán, whose unsuccessful attempts to grow sharks in a barrel demonstrate a moxie that will serve him well in later years. A master at discretion, Laxness knows exactly which details to share and which to omit, allowing for fully-rendered, sympathetic characters while keeping the pace buoyant.
In an era of Schattenfrohs, in which writers are often drawn to the biggest of questions, it’s refreshing to read something as hyper-local and specific as A Parish Chronicle. Laxness is not concerned with totality; on the contrary, he often stops himself when he begins to follow a character too far outside of Mosfell Valley. His focus remains on this one piece of land and singular church, and he guides us along as time passes around them—from the days of old when the “theory of evolution had not yet been born,” to the era of “traffic and competition.” Tender, meditative, and always humorous, A Parish Chronicle packs more feeling and elicits more contemplation in its short 136 pages than many longer works.
Huge shout out to Archipelago Books for sending me an advance copy, despite me having no clout. A Parish Chronicle is out February 10, 2025, and I highly recommend you check it out.
January 20, 2021
Ljúf og fyndin saga. Manni líður eins og þarna hafi hann ekki lengur haft neitt að sanna, bara viljað skrifa skemmtilega nóvellu um sveitina sína og þessa kirkjudeilu þar.
January 27, 2021
3 og 1/2.
Mjög góð. Segir frá fólkinu í Mosfellssveit.
Hef mjög gaman að þessum þjóðlega fróðleik sem okkar helstu skáldsagnahöfundar rituðu.
Hlustaði á bókina í upplestri HKL. Á dálítið erfitt með hljóðbækur - dett reglulega út en þessi virkaði ágætlega á mig í upplestri.
Mjög góð. Segir frá fólkinu í Mosfellssveit.
Hef mjög gaman að þessum þjóðlega fróðleik sem okkar helstu skáldsagnahöfundar rituðu.
Hlustaði á bókina í upplestri HKL. Á dálítið erfitt með hljóðbækur - dett reglulega út en þessi virkaði ágætlega á mig í upplestri.
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September 19, 2024Skemmtileg bók, eins konar sagnarþættir í bland við kirkjusöguna. Hlustaði á Laxa lesa hana fyrir svefninn svo að sumt tók ég ekki alltaf inn hálfdottandi. Mun lesa ábyggilega aftur. Mæli með.
April 27, 2026
Let's get one thing out of the way: Laxness is incomparable. His grand works are masterpieces. And his slighter works, such as this one, are also minor masterpieces. He is a master, you see? And there is much here on offer.
I'm not sure if I would counsel someone to read this as their first of his works. After all, it's all here - the intense locality, the laconic wisdom, the humour and deadpan observations, the deep sense of historicity, and characters one can imagine and even smell. And it is short, preferring a narrow ambit and a deep time that spans centuries, from the self-location within Icelandic sagaland through the finding of Egill Skallagrimsson's bones and the first building of a church (a reliquary no less) to the latter day reception in the same valley. To the extent there is universality, it is that of inconstant change, of the myriad minor ways that those with little power - a farmer, an itinerant worker - hold out against those grander forces that write history: architectural forms, governments and institutions, and so on. Laxness' preferred themes of stubborness, duty, and humour run through his characters and drive the meaningful action. One of my favourite of his authorial traits is the narrative voice: a quasi-ethnographic observer from within, who juts out occasionally from the story to make pronouncements that orient the reader within his Icelandic mileu:
What truly holds A Parish Chronicle together is its fascination with and love for Mosfell. Much as Joyce wrote of Dublin from afar, here Laxness finishes his novel that obsesses over an Icelandic valley from Italy. The result is the kind of love borne of distance.
Can you tell - I loved it. The kind of novel to be read in a setting, but not a novella. Take that, definitionarians.
I'm not sure if I would counsel someone to read this as their first of his works. After all, it's all here - the intense locality, the laconic wisdom, the humour and deadpan observations, the deep sense of historicity, and characters one can imagine and even smell. And it is short, preferring a narrow ambit and a deep time that spans centuries, from the self-location within Icelandic sagaland through the finding of Egill Skallagrimsson's bones and the first building of a church (a reliquary no less) to the latter day reception in the same valley. To the extent there is universality, it is that of inconstant change, of the myriad minor ways that those with little power - a farmer, an itinerant worker - hold out against those grander forces that write history: architectural forms, governments and institutions, and so on. Laxness' preferred themes of stubborness, duty, and humour run through his characters and drive the meaningful action. One of my favourite of his authorial traits is the narrative voice: a quasi-ethnographic observer from within, who juts out occasionally from the story to make pronouncements that orient the reader within his Icelandic mileu:
It has been argued that Icelanders are swayed little by rational arguments, and hardly economic ones, either, yet even less by religious rationale, but solve their problems by splitting hairs and arguing over irrelevant trifles, and become terrified and dumbstruck when it comes to the heart of the matter. On the other hand, they take on herculean tasks to oblige their friends and relatives, were it not so, Iceland’s rural communities would have collapsed many centuries ago. Yet there is one type of reasoning that Icelanders willingly submit to as a last resort, and that is humor, even of the most imbecilic sort. At a ludicrous cock-and-bull story, Icelanders soften and start beaming; the soil of their souls grows fertile.There are moments of triumph, but they are of course undercut by the characters' unironic pedantry and literalness. Time moves forward. Churches, like characters, come and go.
What truly holds A Parish Chronicle together is its fascination with and love for Mosfell. Much as Joyce wrote of Dublin from afar, here Laxness finishes his novel that obsesses over an Icelandic valley from Italy. The result is the kind of love borne of distance.
Can you tell - I loved it. The kind of novel to be read in a setting, but not a novella. Take that, definitionarians.
January 8, 2026
Received as an ARC from Archipelago Books
A Parish Chronicle is, in an odd way, a cozy little book that walks its reader through a sort of fictional/historical account of a church and its parish throughout a generation-ish (slightly beyond). There’s plenty of humor throughout, yet at the same time Laxness captures the heart of village-folk and a certain pride they carry in Iceland. You can feel the compassion and care in Laxness’s writing throughout this small book.
Yet, there were portions that I felt a little disinterested due to certain tedious topics and confusing constructions of a chapter or two.
Overall, though, A Parish Chronicle was heartfelt and picturesque. It’s my first Laxness and has peaked my interest to read more!
A Parish Chronicle is, in an odd way, a cozy little book that walks its reader through a sort of fictional/historical account of a church and its parish throughout a generation-ish (slightly beyond). There’s plenty of humor throughout, yet at the same time Laxness captures the heart of village-folk and a certain pride they carry in Iceland. You can feel the compassion and care in Laxness’s writing throughout this small book.
Yet, there were portions that I felt a little disinterested due to certain tedious topics and confusing constructions of a chapter or two.
Overall, though, A Parish Chronicle was heartfelt and picturesque. It’s my first Laxness and has peaked my interest to read more!
February 26, 2026
Gossipy!
October 17, 2025
Disclosure: I received an advance reading copy from Archipelago Books.
The unifying thread in this short novel is a small parish church in Hrísbrú, Mosfellsbær, near Reykjavík, Iceland. The church in question was slated for demolition and the parish congregation was expected to relocate to a new one in a lower valley a short distance away. The church had fallen into disrepair, was dismantled and then (in a surprising turn of events) a new one arose. Several intertwined threads merge to form a satisfying climax. A reader not familiar with the intrigues of Icelandic church politics might be baffled by this story arc, but this chronicle deals with more fundamental issues than theology. The conflict here is between local heritage and outside forces working for the destruction of this humble place and the identities of the people who lived there.
What can a story of a small parish church in rural Iceland possibly offer the worldly reader?
The book opens with a discussion about the bones and, in particular, the skull of ‘Iceland’s national hero and chief poet’ Egill Skallagrímsson. Those remains may have been interred at the first church in the parish in the 12th century although he was a heathen.
Are you still with me?
Further chapters elaborate on the history of the place, introduce the farmer Ólafur (and his bed-ridden wife, Finnbjörg), travails with Priest Jóhann and his maid Guðrún, parish council chairman Kolbeinn, ash-collector Láki and his son Stéfi, and the machinations that ensue when the order to demolish the church is given (an order which had been made a century earlier!) Laxness’ numerous side-stories, comments and humor make for an incredibly rich panorama in such a short book.
A Parish Chronicle is an intensely local book where most of the story takes place within a few miles from where Halldór had grown up and, later in life, had built Gljúfrasteinn, his home for 50 years. While A Parish Chronicle is fictional, the characters in it were no doubt based on histories of the locals. Laxness and his keen powers of observation are evident in all his novels with characters and situations richly drawn; anyone that has grown up in a small community will find much here to smile about. The epilog:
"Still, many believe that God’s wisdom and long-suffering achieved a certain victory in this matter here in Mosfellsdalur, even if it took some time, and the world might well take notice of this, although there may may in fact be something to the viewpoints of those who think differently."
The world would do well to take notice of this elegant tome.
Highest Recommendation.
The unifying thread in this short novel is a small parish church in Hrísbrú, Mosfellsbær, near Reykjavík, Iceland. The church in question was slated for demolition and the parish congregation was expected to relocate to a new one in a lower valley a short distance away. The church had fallen into disrepair, was dismantled and then (in a surprising turn of events) a new one arose. Several intertwined threads merge to form a satisfying climax. A reader not familiar with the intrigues of Icelandic church politics might be baffled by this story arc, but this chronicle deals with more fundamental issues than theology. The conflict here is between local heritage and outside forces working for the destruction of this humble place and the identities of the people who lived there.
What can a story of a small parish church in rural Iceland possibly offer the worldly reader?
The book opens with a discussion about the bones and, in particular, the skull of ‘Iceland’s national hero and chief poet’ Egill Skallagrímsson. Those remains may have been interred at the first church in the parish in the 12th century although he was a heathen.
Are you still with me?
Further chapters elaborate on the history of the place, introduce the farmer Ólafur (and his bed-ridden wife, Finnbjörg), travails with Priest Jóhann and his maid Guðrún, parish council chairman Kolbeinn, ash-collector Láki and his son Stéfi, and the machinations that ensue when the order to demolish the church is given (an order which had been made a century earlier!) Laxness’ numerous side-stories, comments and humor make for an incredibly rich panorama in such a short book.
A Parish Chronicle is an intensely local book where most of the story takes place within a few miles from where Halldór had grown up and, later in life, had built Gljúfrasteinn, his home for 50 years. While A Parish Chronicle is fictional, the characters in it were no doubt based on histories of the locals. Laxness and his keen powers of observation are evident in all his novels with characters and situations richly drawn; anyone that has grown up in a small community will find much here to smile about. The epilog:
"Still, many believe that God’s wisdom and long-suffering achieved a certain victory in this matter here in Mosfellsdalur, even if it took some time, and the world might well take notice of this, although there may may in fact be something to the viewpoints of those who think differently."
The world would do well to take notice of this elegant tome.
Highest Recommendation.
Review of advance copy received from Publisher
I had excitedly put in for A Parish Chronicle as soon as Archipelago Books opened preorders up, but I was unexpectedly graced with my copy around Christmas rather than February, so thank you to whomever at Archipelago did that for me. Because Halldór Laxness was how I first found them, my favorite indie publishing house, when they commissioned Philip Roughton to translate The Great Weaver from Kashmir in 2008, which was five years after Laxness had stampeded into my life via an undergrad lit class and the incomparable Independent People. And after doing (an admittedly wonderful job) with two of Laxness’ novels already available in English (Wayward Heroes and the sublime Salka Valka), Roughton finally heard my desperate pleas for a new Laxness book in English and delivered A Parish Chronicle. Huzzah to him and the Archipelago editorial staff!
This book, a later title in the novelist’s oeuvre, is a surprisingly slow burn, despite its slim 120-odd pages. It’s about a small, unimportant community and its church, born over the supposed bones of Iceland’s heroic saga past—just like the country at large and its favorite son. Laxness meanders with his trademark quietly beautiful prose and sly wit through this fictional story stuck together with lightly fictionalized snatches of his own childhood as if he has all the time of his longer epics, so by the time he reveals his hand, how everything he’s been moseying through fits together, it genuinely catches one off guard.
Like some of his other shorter works such as Under the Glacier, The Honour of the House, and The Atom Station, I think A Parish Chronicle is a nice, bite-sized introduction to one of the greatest novelist of the 20th century for people who are unfamiliar and trepidatious about his longer books (and it’s certainly easier to get your hands on than a lot of those mentioned titles). While not a complete unknown by any stretch, Laxness deserves a wider audience in English, and how great is it to do that AND get to support a terrific small publisher in the process? A match in heaven, if you ask me.
This book, a later title in the novelist’s oeuvre, is a surprisingly slow burn, despite its slim 120-odd pages. It’s about a small, unimportant community and its church, born over the supposed bones of Iceland’s heroic saga past—just like the country at large and its favorite son. Laxness meanders with his trademark quietly beautiful prose and sly wit through this fictional story stuck together with lightly fictionalized snatches of his own childhood as if he has all the time of his longer epics, so by the time he reveals his hand, how everything he’s been moseying through fits together, it genuinely catches one off guard.
Like some of his other shorter works such as Under the Glacier, The Honour of the House, and The Atom Station, I think A Parish Chronicle is a nice, bite-sized introduction to one of the greatest novelist of the 20th century for people who are unfamiliar and trepidatious about his longer books (and it’s certainly easier to get your hands on than a lot of those mentioned titles). While not a complete unknown by any stretch, Laxness deserves a wider audience in English, and how great is it to do that AND get to support a terrific small publisher in the process? A match in heaven, if you ask me.
February 11, 2026
Mythical journalism? Journalistic myth-making?
Foremost amongst the blurbs on the back cover of this book is a comparison between this new translation and the second coming of the Christ. I feel this is a slight exaggeration.
*A Parish Chronicle* is charming, and on occasion funny enough to elicit a strong exhalation through the nose. It is also grammatically awkward and narratively disjointed and not particularly engaging on the whole. While I acknowledge my limits in the field of eschatology, these are not the first words I would necessarily employ whilst prognosticating the imminent return of the Son of Man. Many good things have been said of Laxness, so I am willing to show a little laxness of my own and reserve my own Final Judgment until I have explored a few more of his books, but as it stands we are doing only and just fine.
Foremost amongst the blurbs on the back cover of this book is a comparison between this new translation and the second coming of the Christ. I feel this is a slight exaggeration.
*A Parish Chronicle* is charming, and on occasion funny enough to elicit a strong exhalation through the nose. It is also grammatically awkward and narratively disjointed and not particularly engaging on the whole. While I acknowledge my limits in the field of eschatology, these are not the first words I would necessarily employ whilst prognosticating the imminent return of the Son of Man. Many good things have been said of Laxness, so I am willing to show a little laxness of my own and reserve my own Final Judgment until I have explored a few more of his books, but as it stands we are doing only and just fine.
Review of advance copy
I received an advance copy through Archipelago Books subscription service.
Halldór Laxness has been on my to-read list for a long time, especially Independent People, but this is the first of his novels I've actually gotten around to reading. From the introduction, I gather it is quite different from his epic works, but I loved it. I enjoyed the slow pacing and the ruminative style.
It's a short book, but quite immersive: its leisurely rhythm seemed to seep into my day. I've often returned to the world Laxness created, recalling scenes and characters in the book in idle moments. Having read this book, I'm even more eager to read Independent People. But part of me wants to return to A Parish Chronicle right now and reimmerse myself in its world.
Halldór Laxness has been on my to-read list for a long time, especially Independent People, but this is the first of his novels I've actually gotten around to reading. From the introduction, I gather it is quite different from his epic works, but I loved it. I enjoyed the slow pacing and the ruminative style.
It's a short book, but quite immersive: its leisurely rhythm seemed to seep into my day. I've often returned to the world Laxness created, recalling scenes and characters in the book in idle moments. Having read this book, I'm even more eager to read Independent People. But part of me wants to return to A Parish Chronicle right now and reimmerse myself in its world.
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April 19, 2026I love this — short and so smart and also funny. A perfect week of bedtime reading. At first it is told like a local news story and then it both expands and burrows in, in “the soul of this place and its people” kinds of ways NY1 (or its Icelandic equivalent?) is not as a rule concerned with and does not have access to. It equipped me with the faith I needed to embark on Independent People and it made me LAUGH and also it made me want to read the sagas. How often does one have two such divergent reading experiences/realizations (as the latter two of my three) about the same book? Probably this is the only book in the world that could elicit that response
May 5, 2026
Thoroughly enjoyed this book, my first foray into Icelandic literature. Ostensibly about the condemnation of a local church and the efforts by some locals to save it when that order is enforced one hundred years later, it is really a loving ode to Icelandic culture and history. It is a quick read at under about pages. But it is rich with interesting characters, tales and plots. The Icelandic names (both places and people) may seem foreign, no pun intended, but it is part of the charm.
Will probably look at other books by laxness and other Icelandic authors now.
Will probably look at other books by laxness and other Icelandic authors now.
March 10, 2026
Odd, Delightful Novella
What a strange, beautiful little book. It seems that this book from 1963 or 1970, just translated into English, is based on a local legend in the town where it is based outside Reykjavik. It reads as a fable almost, and tells the story of a church and its relationship with the colorful local parishioners, though is not at all about religion. In brief strokes, the characters are richly drawn and nearly every page is both strange and funny.
What a strange, beautiful little book. It seems that this book from 1963 or 1970, just translated into English, is based on a local legend in the town where it is based outside Reykjavik. It reads as a fable almost, and tells the story of a church and its relationship with the colorful local parishioners, though is not at all about religion. In brief strokes, the characters are richly drawn and nearly every page is both strange and funny.
November 1, 2025
Thank you to Archipelago for the ARC.
Halldór Laxness was introduced to me as one of Iceland's greatest writers.
Halldór Laxness, quickly became one of my favourite Nordic writers.
Halldór Laxness, as I dive deeper, stands as one of the all-time all-world greats.
****
Review to come on www.lonningspils.ca closer to the release date.
Halldór Laxness was introduced to me as one of Iceland's greatest writers.
Halldór Laxness, quickly became one of my favourite Nordic writers.
Halldór Laxness, as I dive deeper, stands as one of the all-time all-world greats.
****
Review to come on www.lonningspils.ca closer to the release date.
Review of advance copy received from Publisher
Tremendously good fun, of a bleak sort. Honestly, you can just about smell the sheep manure throughout this narrative, and as with all of the Laxness works I have read, there is a strong feeling that the events could have taken place at any time over the past thousand years, which gets disrupted whenever jarring reference is made to radios or cars.
Review of advance copy received from Publisher
One of the world’s most complete authors. Philosophically, spiritually and always incredibly written. I don’t know how many more novels we’ll get that haven’t been translated but even if the answer is zero there are plenty of Halldor Laxness novels to keep reading and rereading. One of the best to ever do it.
April 16, 2026
I have never read anything like this book.
Fun to discover that this novel is based on real people who lived in Iceland over the centuries.
I had to look lots of words up and I learned a lot too.
Iceland has "Hidden People" who sound a lot like the "Fairy Folk" in Ireland.
I will be reading more stories from Iceland soon.
Fun to discover that this novel is based on real people who lived in Iceland over the centuries.
I had to look lots of words up and I learned a lot too.
Iceland has "Hidden People" who sound a lot like the "Fairy Folk" in Ireland.
I will be reading more stories from Iceland soon.
March 19, 2026
Humorous,somewhat strange short novel by the lion of Icelandic lit, Halldor Laxness, involving the disappearances and reappearances of his local church. Great descriptions of people, customs and landscape, with a creative slant on history.
March 22, 2026
This did not work for me. Read like a non-fiction history of a church. I think there were moments where the author was trying to be funny but either due to translation issue or more likely cultural issue it didn’t land for me. Intrigued what about his writing earned him his Nobel prize.
April 15, 2026
A wise and wryly humorous account of a sheep farmer in Mosfell Valley, Iceland, his neighbors and their old church, which is slated for demolition, and an ode to a way of life. This is one I need to re-read - there's a lot to savor here.
May 17, 2026
This book was absolutely beautiful. The prose was nothing short of majestic. It is equal parts essay, poetry, satire, saga, and novella. You really can’t categorise it and must read it for yourself. It felt very similar to when I read “Cretacea.”
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May 20, 2026I always read a Laxness novel before I go to Iceland. It puts me in the right frame of mind for that magical place and its tiny towns. I love his folklore style mixed with historically unique details. I love the Icelandic literary tradition, that is still so alive today.
November 11, 2025
deep icelandic church lore - put some respect on the bones of Egill Skallagrímsson
February 26, 2026
Bitingly funny
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March 4, 2026Laxness is a master.
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March 11, 2026I really tried……
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