The only downside, perhaps, is having my photo taken a great many times. I imagine I must look a bit ridiculous, standing there beside a pile of my own books, but such is the social media age.
|Constant Reader, Mosman|
On Friday, in between bookshop visits, I spoke at Dymocks Literary Lunch - a series that's been running for some thirty years - and, while we've been on the road, have received more first reviews of the book. This morning, Daniel Keene in The Saturday Paper has written a wonderfully positive piece, including this:
In lifting Disa from the densely populated weave of the Icelandic sagas and teasing out her story from their tangle of kinships and events, Gíslason has given her a rich emotional life. She is a secondary figure in a saga of blood and honour – of men killing men – but here she stands centre stage. The narrator of her own tale, she has a complex inner life, capable of deep, abiding love and implacable anger. Like a shard of pottery dug out of the earth and brought into the light to reveal its true shape and colour, Disa’s story is given its true emotional weight and human consequence.Gíslason’s prose is wonderfully controlled; it can be as stark and harsh as some of the landscapes he so beautifully describes, and at other times is imbued with a quiet but deeply felt lyricism.
Disa ponders how swiftly news travels from house to house, community to community, how stories spread across the country “like the wind into a hall when two doors open at once”. Gíslason unlocks and opens the doors to Disa’s story, and it might just blow you away.