Praise
This is a better novel (richer, deeper) than anything else you're likely to meet this year. Its people are as real as you or me— as are its shorebirds and its blizzards and its dreams and its cows.
— Brad Leithauser, Wall Street Journal
[Laxness's] novels from the 1930s—Salka Valka in particular—brim with life, humor, devastation. Laxness detonates some sentences like little bombs . . . Others he lets expand and accumulate to reveal an almost Dickensian delight in people and their idiosyncrasies . . . I find his descriptions of the natural world incomparably moving . . . The novel is a singular work of social realism.
— Ruth Margalit, New York Review of Books
By turns caustic and lyrical, funny and forlorn . . . [an] undeniable success both as a literary achievement and an expression of [Laxness's] most deeply held beliefs . . . [Salka Valka and Independent People] represent the fullest expression of how Laxness saw society and the people for whom he wanted to transform it—those surviving beneath the mire of capital, alone in the world, together.
— Charlie Lee, The Baffler
To contemporary readers who, thanks to translator Phillip Roughton, can now read a new English translation of Salka Valka, Laxness’s achievement will be plain . . . Salka belongs to the ‘humble of the earth’ but she is also, like Laxness, unwilling to dissolve herself into them. For in her sovereign ego lies the capacities to doubt, to point, to laugh. And if nothing else, Laxness’s prose sings right through with laughter.
— Ben Libman, Sidecar
Laxness somehow blends epic form with the day-to-day realism of loan negotiations and herring and haircuts. He is a humorist and a visionary, a critical eye and an open heart. Salka Valka is a marvel, a pleasure, and a masterpiece.
— Rivka Galchen, author of Everyone Knows Your Mother Is a Witch
Laxness is a true poet with language . . . [He] achieves a certain richness with his sublime and painterly landscapes and earnest portraits of ‘insignificant’ people living through a significant historical moment.
— Hannah Weber, Words Without Borders
Doubtless, modern-day feminists will see in Salka an admirable example of female fortitude and resolve. And certainly, she is that. But she’s also much more. She is the ultimate realist, and she applies her clear-eyed vision with equal intensity to the price of fish as to the price love will exact on her heart.
— Patricia Schultheis, Washington Independent Review of Books
Laxness is a beacon in twentieth-century literature, a writer of splendid originality, wit, and feeling.
— Alice Munro
This is a remarkable achievement and will hopefully lead to a revival of interest in an oft-overlooked literary genius.
— Publishers Weekly, starred review
A brooding novel of boreal discontentments by the Nobel Prize–winning Icelandic writer. Sigurlína Jónsdóttir has always been down on her luck. She decides to leave the frozen north coast of Iceland with her 11-year-old daughter, Salvör Valgerður, or Salka, whose father is unknown to her—and to Sigurlína, a sometime prostitute, as well. They get just a few miles south to a ramshackle fishing village, where they discover the manifold class divisions of early-20th-century Iceland. . . There’s a poetry to Laxness’s depiction of a frayed mother-daughter relationship . . . [Salka Valka is] full of his trademark intersections of politics and religion.
— Kirkus Reviews
Laxness brought the Icelandic novel out from the sagas' shadow…to read Laxness is also to understand why he haunts Iceland—he writes the unearthly prose of a poet cased in the perfection of a shell of plot, wit, and clarity.
— The Guardian
A gripping wonder, and Laxness’s most sustained piece of narrative drama . . . Even in moments of high drama, [Philip Roughton] moves along with calm assurance, tossing off Laxness’s inventive and always spot-on descriptions as though they were commonplace, as when, on a cliff, the puffins “squatted with the dignity of church officials in front of their burrows.” He captures Laxness’s singular dour-droll tone with uncanny grace . . . Despite [Laxness's] mischievous show of ease, he is giving his book everything he has in the hope that it will exceed him.
— Salvatore Scibona, New Yorker
First published in 1931-32, this freshly translated masterpiece is an Icelandic Grapes of Wrath, focusing on the plight of struggling fishing families in a tiny village, particularly on the hardships facing women like Salka, who, alone without a family, works and educates herself, becoming an effective seamen’s union organizer . . . Absorbing, inspiring, surprisingly humorous–a great read.
— Lisa Howorth, Square Books
I dedicate this valedictory as I turn the page on my bookselling career to Halldór Laxness . . . Laxness won the Nobel Prize for writing books like Salka Valka, in which he brings us cheek by caring jowl with a bull-headed orphan girl in an isolated, impoverished Icelandic fishing village, about as far from Brooklyn as one can imagine. Laxness is the ideal.
— Ezra Goldstein, Community Bookstore
Laxness’ small-town tale depicts a world where life is difficult, but the novel never sinks into deep gloom; there’s a variety of resilient spirit here – with Salka Valka’s particularly pronounced and strong . . . a very fine novel, and a wonderful character-portrait of a remarkable figure.
— Michael Orthofer, Complete Review
Salka Valka is a wonderful exposure to Iceland’s troubled past and to the Icelandic sensibility that comes from making the best of things even when there isn’t much to be made. Laxness’s characters are rough and honest, and Salka Valka is one of the most empathetic portraits of a girl and a woman that I’ve read by a male author.
— Jane Smiley, Washington Post
The Icelandic novel from the interwar period has lost none of its relevance, and Philip Roughton’s sensitive but vigorous translation for Archipelago Books is a lucky chance. Laxness’ portrayal of Salka’s coming of age is empathetic and tactful; his depiction of Óseyri’s development from a remote fishermen’s village to a place that cannot escape globalisation and the new ideologies it brings is forceful and poignant . . . Laxness watches Salka closely as she leads her solitary life and makes us experience every emotion, every glimpse of happiness, and all her sorrow as if it were our own.
— Sarah Fengler, Oxonian Review
The novel couldn’t be more relevant to 2022 . . . In the current political climate in many quarters of the United States, this book might even be banned—its descriptions of the natural world alone can make one “uncomfortable,” and it presents serious political discussions . . . There is joy, however, and it is the joy of most good novels: the reading from each moment to the next. Laxness’s attention to detail and how it resonates is everywhere.
— Rick Henry, Rain Taxi Review of Books
Salka Valka is full of conversions: The beleaguered find Jesus; drunks dry out; the rural boy puts on city clothes and tries to impress the wealthy merchant’s daughter. Everyone, at one point or another, seems to make a fresh start. Then the other shoe drops . . . Laxness’s heroes, such as they are, persist in their quiet strangeness, in their dynamic push and pull with the forces around them, loving and struggling and almost hating, living on through each permutation.
— Jack Hanson, The Nation
Praise for Wayward Heroes
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A welcome, major contribution to modern Nordic literature in translation and a pleasure to read.
— Kirkus, Starred Review
Brilliant, bleak, uproariously funny, and still alarmingly prescient, Wayward Heroes belongs in the pantheon of the antiwar novel alongside such touchstones as Slaughterhouse-Five and Catch-22.... Wayward Heroes, with its despotic kings, hypocrite Christians, and bloodthirsty mercenaries, is not merely a medieval epic ... but a trenchant critique of that timeless avaricious urge we have grown regrettably accustomed to calling 'market forces.' ... Laxness looked from the ancient literature of his homeland to the novelties and cataclysms of the modern world around him, only to discover how little had changes in a thousand years.
— Justin Taylor, Harper's Magazine
Drawing on historical events, including King Olaf’s reign in Norway and the burning of Chartres Cathedral, Laxness revises and renews the bloody sagas of Icelandic tradition, producing not just a spectacular historical novel but one of coal-dark humor and psychological depth. The old-fashioned violence Porgeir and Pormóður admire is rendered in all its futility and cruelty, and readers will find that these honorable but deluded heroes become objects of pity.
— Publishers Weekly, Starred Review
