If you ponder life as an immature Icelandic slacker, then you'll want to check out Hallgrímur Helgason's novel 101 Reykjavík. Hlynur Bjorn lives at home, watches TV and porn when he's not getting high with his divorced mom and/or her lesbian lover, and sluffs off to bars most nights to put a dollar value on women (based on desirability) while hanging out with his equally bored friends. By the time Hlynur faces moral challenges, it's difficult to find reason to care. Hlynur's thoughts are detailed, shotgun style, with some wit and humor (though much is forced), and a strangeness one hopes is the result of Icelandic idiom lost in translation.

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On the table at first then probably on the bookshelf!

this is a strange book... it's hard to know how much of the weirdness is the author's depiction of the main character Hlynur, and how much is the translator's attempts at youth-speak, Icelandic style. Still, I finished it, so it can't be that bad. An interesting look at a little cold country.

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To be given to Safron at tonight''s meet

Passed on to me last night in Liquid, Coventry

At first I really enjoyed this Icelandic slacker story, but as you get through it, the main character becomes less and less amusing, and just pure annoying! Grrr..... get a job man!

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