Reykjavik: Leifur Eiriksson, five volumes, 2,260 pp., $299.00
Penguin, 782 pp., $20.00 (paper)
Let's assume you deplane in a foreign country, in the dead of night, in the dead of winter, and get into a cab. The driver speaks lightly accented but excellent English. You ask about the weather lately and what follows would do a professional meteorologist proud: an avidly comprehensive report, involving a high-pressure area to the east and a low-pressure area to the west, or maybe vice versa, which, in conjunction with atypical precipitation patterns in neighboring countries, and slight divergences in the usual ocean currents, have contributed to the highly uncommon weather of late. (You'll have to take on faith that the weather's peculiar; the sky outside the cab is black and you can't see a thing.) Next, the cabbie learns that you're an English teacher and he holds up a Modern Library edition of Izaak Walton's seventeenth-century classic, The Compleat Angler, which he's enjoying hugely. He solicits your professional opinion ('But do you think Walton has a graceful style?'), and you mumble in reply, 'I haven't read it, I'm only an English teacher, not a cab driver'—or something of the sort. What country are you in?
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