Author: Magnús Björn Ólafsson
The Heroes of Our Fictions
Personally, I have always been rather fond of the image of goldfish. Perhaps I ought to be one… Form is…
On Karl Marx – Until Eternity Proves Him Wrong
All too frequently Marxist enthusiasts argue over a ridiculous question: Was Karl Marx an ordinary ‘philosopher’ or a divine ‘prophet’?…
On Arrogant Writers (us included)
We maintain: Originality is the refusal to borrow anything you can remember as stolen. No being is more pitiable than…
On Advertisement
Not all the dope this nation swallows is narcotic. Nowadays, we are all relentlessly force-fed an anaesthetic, the effects of…
On the Meaning of Life
Thesis: Icarus tried to fly to the sun to prevent the sky from falling on his head. Conceptual abstraction is…
The Grave-digger and the Bell-ringer
I’m a ridiculous man – all too familiar with self-contempt and self-mistrust. I envy those who can sleep, who can…
Of Elections and Identity-crises
Icelanders are soon to be offered an opportunity to express themselves actively on political questions and exert influence on the…