My first novel, Brothers Shall Fight was published in 1982.
I blissfully thought that this book was forever buried. I have not read it in 27 years, and cannot really bring myself to read it now. I recall some of its heroes and villains as ordinary people, mauled by the overarching system. The flaws in the conservative Icelandic political system, that were its theme, have recently come home to roost with a vengeance, in the mighty rise and fall of the Icelandic financial sector. The other day, I was called up by an Icelandic newspaper editor who wanted to know how it was possible for me to see this calamity coming, a quarter of a century ago. Of course it wasn't possible. Back then, I feared communism; an entirely different, if closely related, calamity. Nevertheless, our financial meltdowns also come about through laws that are passed with good intentions, only to be used for ulterior motives in a tightly knit society where nepotism and unholy alliances often lurk below the surface.
Recently, I discovered that this novel is one of a thousand 'revolutionary' works picked from around the world for the Anarchist Library in Reykjavik. I could not see that one coming either.