GUDMUNDSSON, Kristmann. The Morning of Life. Trans. from the Norwegian by Elizabeth Sprigge and Claude Napier. London: Heinemann. 1936. 8vo. First British edition. Publisher’s blue cloth lettered in gilt to the spine, in the dust jacket that goes uncredited. A very good example, the cloth clean with one faint stain to the front board lower corner, slightly rubbed at the spine head and tail. The binding tight and square, the contents clean and fine but for slightly dust-marked top edge and very faint spots to endpapers and prelims. The dust jacket price-clipped with remnants of publisher’s reprice sticker to the spine panel, gently rubbed at corners, tips and joints, some mild marks all-round, but a presentable copy overall.
‘A novel of the human element’ by the author who, together with Halldór Laxness, became one of only a very small handful of Icelandic authors who gained international fame. His novels deal with love and hate among hardy, hearty Icelandics, and the terrain and its unchanging colour often plays its part. This one was adapted to the screen in Germany to respectable success. Gudmundsson was for a time as popular as Laxness, and were it not for his own insistence he not be considered for a Nobel Prize, his legacy might well have looked a little differently today.
GUDMUNDSSON, Kristmann. The Morning of Life. Trans. from the Norwegian by Elizabeth Sprigge and Claude Napier. London: Heinemann. 1936. 8vo. First British edition. Publisher’s blue cloth lettered in gilt to the spine, in the dust jacket that goes uncredited. A very good example, the cloth clean with one faint stain to the front board lower corner, slightly rubbed at the spine head and tail. The binding tight and square, the contents clean and fine but for slightly dust-marked top edge and very faint spots to endpapers and prelims. The dust jacket price-clipped with remnants of publisher’s reprice sticker to the spine panel, gently rubbed at corners, tips and joints, some mild marks all-round, but a presentable copy overall.
‘A novel of the human element’ by the author who, together with Halldór Laxness, became one of only a very small handful of Icelandic authors who gained international fame. His novels deal with love and hate among hardy, hearty Icelandics, and the terrain and its unchanging colour often plays its part. This one was adapted to the screen in Germany to respectable success. Gudmundsson was for a time as popular as Laxness, and were it not for his own insistence he not be considered for a Nobel Prize, his legacy might well have looked a little differently today.
