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In Iceland I found I couldn’t write. But then I started to notice small things | Sarah Moss

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By December, with only three official hours of daylight, I had learned to see modulations of light unnoticeable further south

In the summer of 2009 I moved to Reykjavik with my young family. I stopped writing. Not writing didn’t matter – phases of silence are good for writers the way winter is good for trees – but it was uncomfortable. Iceland is a deeply literary country, its national identity founded in the sagas, which recount the first centuries of settlement beginning a thousand years ago. Icelanders read more books than anyone else, and writing and storytelling are highly valued. Writers with no particular connection to Iceland often feel called to visit in order to research and write novels set there, and before we moved I imagined that I might, too. A family of medieval outlaws, I thought, or something experimental about extreme weather and the human condition, or maybe just a novel about a family who move to Iceland. How could a story fail to turn up?Courtesy here is like the plants – everything is close to the ground and slow-growing Continue reading…

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