Halldór Laxness

"From Iceland's Nobel laureate, an essayistic tale of the unlikely miracles that return a church, fated to disappear over & again throughout time, to the same hillside. 1882. In the still of morning, Ólafur sharpens his scythe on the bone-dry pavestones that separate his farmhouse from the rest of Mosfell Valley, where life revolves around sheep. The sound of his hammer rings out like a high-pitched bell over the tussocky fields. Across the valley,...