I received my first Icelandic critique of the opening chapters of my novel today. It didn’t come, as you might think, from one of the my cousins, but from a fellow critter, Sif Traustadóttir, on CritiqueCircle. When I saw that it had come in, I opened it up with trepidation and a certain amount of fear. What, after all, if they were pull holes in my story, and tear to shreds what I written about their country…?
I needed have worried.
I really like your idea for this story, the old norse traditions/religion vs. modern times, evil aluminium smelter etc.