The King of Atlantis and You

Consider him looking over our shoulder in Reykjavik while we read Landings: Poems from Iceland, on a morning after snow.

Einar J├│nsson’s The King of Atlantis

A century ago, the myth was strong in Iceland that it was part of the lost continent. Gunnar Gunnarsson, the novelist in whose house much of the book was written, even took a cruise there in 1928. That’s three landings, I think: Gunnar’s to the Canary Islands, mine to his house, Skri├░uklaustur, and this crowd’s on the Icelandic shore: