Author: - The Reykjavik Grapevine

Monday Morning Coming Down

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Monday morning after Verslunarmannahelgi. Something’s wrong. I sit up and my surroundings seem strangely familiar. At first glance, this does…

SWIMMING POOLS IN REYKJAVÍK

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Sundhöllin The city’s oldest functioning swimming pool still has a bit of that charming depression era feel. Almost always guaranteed…

Megas: Iceland’s Greatest Living Wordsmith

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Grapevine does not know what to expect as the phone is picked up. Will Master answer in verse or prose,…

WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

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SOME ICELANDERS WHO TRIED AND FAILED TO CONQUER THE WORLD The Sagas often take pains in pointing out how well…

The Voice Of The Resistance

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Anyone who read John Boyce’s article on the media (issue 2) should have realised that said media are not to…

TEARS OF THE CLOWN

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I was having dinner at Casa Grande when a portly Paraguayan came up and started serenading me with his guitar….

ONLY SWEDES AND HORSES

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In Iceland, the people are big and the horses are small. Sometimes, it feels as if someone is mocking us….

THE RETURN OF THE PAGANS

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These days, it seems, no one outside of North America and the Middle East takes religion seriously. So perhaps it…

IDENTITY

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However, the film soon snaps out of this, and we seem to enter familiar horror film territory. It’s all here,…

LOBSTER OF LOVE

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“World domination or death” was the Bad Taste motto. Björk opted for the former; for the others, the result was…

A Politically Conscious Drunken Weekend In Reykjavík

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So! you’ve marched in Seattle and you’ve protested in London, you’ve been teargassed in Rome and shot at in Gothenburg….

FEELING BORED? GO JUMP OFF A CLIFF

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It was supposed to be just another hangover day at Vitabarinn. I was in the process of ordering up a…

WHALES, HARPOONS AND OTHER WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION

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The ferry sailed past the summit, and we could see seagulls nesting on the cliffs below the underground hangars used…

HITT HÚSIÐ:YOUTH CULTURE IN THE JAIL CELL

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At Pósthússtræti 3, there used to be a police station. The basement there was usually known aptly as “The Basement,”…

ICELANDERS IN THE MOVIES

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Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974) Gunnar Hansen, Leatherface himself, was born in Reykjavík in 1956 and moved to the US at…

AN EVENING AT GRANDROKK

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Grandrokk is one of those places that has what so many pubs promise but few deliver, atmosphere. What is it…