On the Ring Road from Lake Mývatn to Akureryi, we took a
long stop at Goðafoss, where the pagan chieftan Þorgeir threw his “pagan idols”
into the falls in the year 1,000. He had just returned from Þingvellir, where as Lawspeaker he had led the
assembly of chieftans to adopt Christianity and discard the old beliefs. The Icelanders were among the very last
holdouts against Christianity in Europe. Though some Icelandic pagans continued
practicing in private for many years: “It
was said of Freyja, she alone of the gods yet lives.”
Goðafoss in northern Iceland, just off the Ring Road.
An odd duck (Straumönd)
braves the rapids of Goðafoss.
Akureyri, population 17,000, is Iceland’s largest city outside the greater Reykjavík metropolitan area. Lovely!
The first place we spotted in the center of town was the Eymundsson Bókabúð (bookstore), where we found Freyjuginning, the Icelandic translation of The Tricking of Freya. To the right of Freyjuginning you can see printed volumes bound together and stacked high -- this is the newly released report investigating what really went on prior to the Kreppa (economic collapse of Iceland) and is a best seller! Icelanders want to know what really happened.
We arrived in town
just before my TV interview, so I had to rummage for clothes out of the
suitcase in the car and change in a local café. All our clothes seem to be
covered in a fine sprinkling of ash, road dust, and strangely colored sands
from the sulphur springs.
I got a bit overexcited during my interview for the local TV station in Akureyri. Too much Icelandic coffee at the bookstore beforehand! When I saw the interview broadcast later that evening, I was embarassed by how quickly and giddily I was speaking. I kept thinking of the line from my book, “Birdie’s getting talky.”
The last event of the book tour was held at the beautiful library in Akureryi, where we were quickly befriended by Holmkell Hreinsson, the library’s charming director. By now I am fairly confident reading out loud from my novel in Icelandic—and the audience laughs in the right places, so I know they are understanding me.
We had a good turnout and I heard many interesting stories from members of the audience afterwards as I signed books. One Icelandic woman told me about how her family had been cut off from their relatives in America for almost a hundred years. This was an Icelandic family that converted to Mormanism and emigrated to Utah in the late 1800s. Their kin at home in Iceland were so angry at them for leaving that there was no communication for nearly a century… now the ties are being renewed again, and she told me how last summer she hosted a young Icelandic-American Morman relative of hers from Utah.
Our hosts: Solveig Hrafnsdottir, who did a great job setting up my book
event in Akureyri, and her husband Kristján, who goes by “Kiddi”.
Oliver with Kiddi on his boat in the harbor at Akureyri.
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