“His books dance — with light, quick steps, never breaking eye contact — all over the line between the mythic and the mundane.”
Iceland holds a funeral for Okjökull, once a glacier, now “dead ice.”
Essayist Lacy M. Johnson attends a funeral in Iceland for “Okjökull” — once a glacier 16 square kilometers in surface, and now “only a small patch of slushy gray ice.” In personifying shrinking masses of ice — key geographical features of the area, and the planet — officials hope to impress upon people the dire […]
When an island nation of 300,000 residents receives more than two million tourists a year, radical change is inevitable — but is it all negative?
“There is an irresistible simplicity to the relationship between the harvesters and the eiders.”
Tryggvi Hlinason is a sheep farmer at the center of a new generation of Icelandic basketball talent. He’s trying to do something that only one other Icelander has done before — play in the NBA.
Sjón’s “CoDex 1962” is the fulfillment of a pact he made with the Maharal of Prague in the Old Jewish Cemetery almost three decades ago.