Month of Joy: The Joys of Icelandic Literature
It’s hard to pinpoint when my love affair with the prose and poetry of that chilly little speck of a country, who only last year managed to send a squad to compete in the Men’s World Cup, that was founded by a legendarily unruly band of malcontents who didn’t want to bend the knee to Harold Fairhair, that famously still has a population so small and inbred that there’s a dating app to evaluate if you’re too closely related to that hottie to have the warm drawers you do: Iceland. But my infatuation with that volcanic island very possibly started in elementary school, when I came across a copy of Inri and Edgar D’aulaire’s Norse Gods and Giants in my school library.
