Author: - The Reykjavik Grapevine

A Cure For Whatever Ails You

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Let me begin with a confession: sales of my books don’t pay the rent, so I’m obliged to lead plant and…

One Man’s Miracle

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Möðrudalur, one of the most isolated farms in Iceland, lies under the icy nipple of Mt. Herðubreið in the northeastern…

In The Giant Redwood Forests Of Iceland

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Can the Icelandic Forest Service restore the nation’s long-lost tree cover?Visitors to Iceland seem to have no interest in the…

The Last Emperor Of Atlantis Was An Icelander

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Karl Kerulf Einarsson, aka Dunganon, aka the Duke of St. Kilda, aka Emperor Cormorant XII of Atlantis, was both an…

Cemetery Erections

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Beatrix Potter could not find the courage to draw one.  Charles Darwin’s daughter Etty destroyed all the specimens she could…

Grímsey: Hanging Out On The Arctic Circle

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“You’re spending five days on Grímsey?”, a Reykjavík friend asked me in astonishment. “But there’s nothing to do there.” ”Precisely…

Grímsey: Island Of Chess Players

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Willard is not your typical Icelandic name, but until a few decades ago it was a not an uncommon name…

Tangling With Tupilaks

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A kayaker friend who’d just returned from East Greenland told me a very strange story. He said that a tupilak…