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If there were any justice in the literary world -- and of course there isn't -- this amazing little volume would inspire a cult following. In her introduction by coincidence, her final published work Susan Sontag observes that it's every kind of novel at once: science fiction, allegory, philosophical novel, dream novel, erotic novel, etc. But none of that sounds very funny, and "Under the Glacier" is hilarious, in a deadpan, northern-edge-of-the-world sort of way. If Flann O'Brien and Nabokov were laconic Icelandic fishermen, equally dedicated to pulling one another's legs and debating the nature of God -- and then if their brooding cousin Dostoevski came to visit -- this would be the halibut-stained manuscript they'd produce.
The only book I've ever read that strikes me as similar is Stanislaw Lem's science fiction masterpiece "Solaris," the basis for the Andrei Tarkovsky film. Like Lem's book, "Under the Glacier" is both a modern novel and a luminous tale of timeless mythic profundity. It's also the story of an Australian millionaire who has built an intrusive McMansion right behind the crumbling Lutheran church, and whose acolytes include a trio of unwashed Hatha Yoga practitioners from Ojai, Calif.
If that sounds slightly familiar, it's meant to: It's the extinct volcano through which the explorer Dr. Where is his long-missing wife? What about the reports of an illegal funeral in which a casket was carried up onto the glacier? Furthermore, the bishop seeks to dictate his emissary's style and limit his interpretations: "Don't be personal -- be dry! Don't forget that few people are likely to tell more than a small part of the truth Remember, any lie you are told, even deliberately, is often a more significant fact than a truth told in all sincerity.
Don't correct them, and don't try to interpret them either. On the other hand, maybe Embi is just wired; the serving woman in the pastor's half-abandoned house never feeds him anything but coffee and cake. You could describe "Under the Glacier" as a record of Embi's frustrating but often hilarious interviews with locals or as a series of mind-opening philosophical discourses. That is what the glacier does. That is what the lilies of the field do.
