Dustin Long (1)

This book had so many elements that I love - metanalysis, examination of genre - specifically the mystery genre, farce, mythology, Iceland.... that it's been tough to figure out why it was such an utter disappointment.

Then I realized this was put out by the McSweeney's crew, who I am consistently disappointed with. They're never as funny or as clever as they think they are or they appear to be, judging from the adulation of fans.

There was a sort of meta-thing trying to happen - some kind of show more nascent attempt at a self-critical mystery about the mystery genre - that just was not coming off right. There were a lot of footnotes; a somewhat annoying if not inherently pretentious tactic that's sadly becoming quite popular lately and one which I've seen used before to better effect. None of the characters were interesting, realistic, likable, or even that smart. Nor were they funny, despite what I can only assume to be attempts to make them so (especially in the case of the "metaphysical detectives" who struck me as poor knock-offs of simultaneously Croup and Vandemar from Neverwhere and the existential detectives in I Heart Huckabee's.) I think part of this might be that the characters were less supposed to be people and more supposed to fill typical mystery 'roles' or some kind of archetypes, but that falls pretty flat. I'm kind of ashamed, actually, that this book is even associated with Iceland. Lots of liberties were taken with the mythology as well as the ... feel of Iceland as a place, and its people.
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Icelander falls into that category of McSweeney's postmodern fiction that people seem to either love or hate. I happen to love it. Our Heroine, as she is called throughout, is the grown up girl sleuth and daughter of Indiana Jones-style, adventurer/ anthropologist parents. She is faced with a nemesis who is murdering family friends. What I like about Long is that his postmodern ploys don't get too cloying or overprecocious. He still tells and entertaining story, in a unique and slightly show more off-kilter setting. I enjoyed it immensely. show less

I picked up Icelander by Dustin Long a few years ago at Half Price Books based on the cover and the blurb.
A Nabokovian goof on Agatha Christie: a madcap mystery in the deceptive tradition of The Crying of Lot 49 ... an intricate, giddy romp steeped equally in Nordic lore and pulpy intrigue.
This book was actually one of the ones that had been on my TBR the longest so I decided it was time to get to it. I don't even know how to explain the plot though. There's a real-life adventurer family and show more a fictional literary account of their exploits and a supernatural Icelandic race that lives underground. The story is told from different viewpoints that weave around a murder and lead toward the revelation of a secret nemesis. It's very strange but also strangely compelling. It reminded me of a Jonathan Carroll novel but more scattered.

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This book needs to be part of a series (which it pretends to be). By itself there is not quite enough room to fill out the world it inhabits, so the motivations and ambiance are a little under-done. I like the idea of skipping over/assuming huge amounts of back-story, but felt under-informed. More could have been done with the argumentative narrator.