A review by kjaro
Drápa by Gerður Kristný, Rory McTurk, Alexandra Buhl
2.0
I could not bring myself to care.
Felt like half the book told me how much snow there was in Reykjavik on that dark and stormy night, which... Yeah. No shit.
The premise is... Something? I guess. But at the end of the day, it's just a retelling of a senseless murder. From the perspective of the devil? With clowns, for some fucking reason?
It just felt weird to me that this real (I think) and violent act had to be put into this form, almost romanticizing it.
Maybe I'm too stupid to understand "contemporary Viking poetry", maybe the translation did it a disservice, maybe I should try and read the original version.
But honestly, not the kind of read I wanted to end this year on.
Felt like half the book told me how much snow there was in Reykjavik on that dark and stormy night, which... Yeah. No shit.
The premise is... Something? I guess. But at the end of the day, it's just a retelling of a senseless murder. From the perspective of the devil? With clowns, for some fucking reason?
It just felt weird to me that this real (I think) and violent act had to be put into this form, almost romanticizing it.
Maybe I'm too stupid to understand "contemporary Viking poetry", maybe the translation did it a disservice, maybe I should try and read the original version.
But honestly, not the kind of read I wanted to end this year on.