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Let it burn, boy. A novel by Ingólfur Jónsson from Prestbakki. Illustrations by Atli Már.
On November 9, 1966, Tíminn reported the publication of a new novel by Ingólfr Jónsson from Prestsbakki. It states: -
Skuggsjá is now publishing a novel by Ingólfur Jónsson, from
Prestsbakka and it is called Lettu
flame, boy. The novel analyzes
from the days of a financier and will
Men hardly hide, what a model
The author is the main character in this story. The story tells of the narrator's journey across the stage.
of life, as it says on the book cover. His pace is fast, fast
and merciless, and he bears
a mask of coldness and indifference
all his life. This is a story of fate
of a man who never wanted to be seen
better than he was and forgot
himself in the golden flood of rays,
one of the greatest curses of mankind.
Joy and sorrow, love and hate fell
in his case and he laughed heartily
to oneself and to the present
his time, who wanted to bend him and
break. But despite everything, despite
for bitterness, hardness and cold,
he was deep down porous and
sensitive, and a friend of his friends,
also to the only enemies he
feared, the enemy, who was always on
center stage and waited for his chance. . .
On November 9, 1966, Tíminn reported the publication of a new novel by Ingólfr Jónsson from Prestsbakki. It states: -
Skuggsjá is now publishing a novel by Ingólfur Jónsson, from
Prestsbakka and it is called Lettu
flame, boy. The novel analyzes
from the days of a financier and will
Men hardly hide, what a model
The author is the main character in this story. The story tells of the narrator's journey across the stage.
of life, as it says on the book cover. His pace is fast, fast
and merciless, and he bears
a mask of coldness and indifference
all his life. This is a story of fate
of a man who never wanted to be seen
better than he was and forgot
himself in the golden flood of rays,
one of the greatest curses of mankind.
Joy and sorrow, love and hate fell
in his case and he laughed heartily
to oneself and to the present
his time, who wanted to bend him and
break. But despite everything, despite
for bitterness, hardness and cold,
he was deep down porous and
sensitive, and a friend of his friends,
also to the only enemies he
feared, the enemy, who was always on
center stage and waited for his chance. . .