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“Will appeal to readers of Elena Ferrante and Margaret Atwood . . . the unusual setting offers an interesting twist on the portrait of an artist as a young woman.” —Bookpage In 1960s Iceland, Hekla dreams of being a writer. In a nation of poets, where each household proudly displays leatherbound volumes of the Sagas, and there are more writers per capita than anywhere else in the world, there is only one problem: she is a woman. After packing her few belongings, including James Joyces’s Ulysses and a Remington typewriter, Hekla heads for Reykjavik with a manuscript buried in her bags. She moves in with her friend Jon, a gay man who longs to work in the theatre, but can only find dangerous, backbreaking work on fishing trawlers. Hekla’s opportunities are equally limited: marriage and babies, or her job as a waitress, in which harassment from customers is part of the daily grind. The two friends feel completely out of place in a small and conservative world. And yet that world is changing: JFK is shot. Hemlines are rising. In Iceland, another volcano erupts and Hekla meets a poet who brings to light harsh realities about her art—as she realizes she must escape to find freedom abroad, whatever the cost. Miss Iceland, a winner of two international book awards, comes from the acclaimed author of Hotel Silence, which received the Icelandic Literary Prize. “Only a great book can make you feel you’re really there, a thousand miles and a generation away. I loved it.” —Kit de Waal, author of My Name is Leon “[A] winning tale of friendship and self-fulfillment.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review
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Coming of age as a lady writer in the 60s, in Iceland. Super gorgeously written, packed with an incredible sense of place, psychological landscape, and national art/literature. Almost felt like an early Jarmusch movie, with its wandering qualities. Really, really loved this novel.
Hekla is named after a volcano. You'd expect her to erupt and spit fire at any point, given the misogny and inequalities she experiences in her daily life. Yet this novel is set in Iceland in the 1960s, and therefore Hekla needs to keep quiet, hide her profession as aspiring novelist, and disregard all the hidden insults she receives from publishers and even her boyfriend. She sustains herself with a deep belief in herself and in her craft, and through the support and love she receives from her gay best friend Jon John, who equally struggles in a world that's not ready for him yet.
There's a lovely melancholy and levity in the sparse prose. While you feel removed from the anger and sadness the protagonists must feel, the book still packs gutpunches, they just come in the sparsest of fleeting sentences. I hope Hekla and Jon John are happy on their travels.
Given that I read this for WITmonth, I loved that Hekla herself is constantly in search of books by female writers, local and foreign.