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Knights of the Roundabout. A novel by Einar Má Guðmundsson.
Knights of the Round Staircase received first place in the Icelandic Public Book Society's literary competition held on the occasion of its twenty-fifth anniversary. The award was presented in March 1982.
While I run down the newly polished stairs with my dad's claw hammer in one hand, Óli sits on the oil tank in front of the house.
Before I know it, I've hit Óli in the head with the sledgehammer.
Oli yells.
Oli is terrified.
Óli's head changes into many heads. Óli has four heads.
Then a flash: Out of the brush-cut head shoots a ball, a small white egg, and tears seem to run ahead of Óli inside the basement door of the house.
I stand alone in front of the oil tank buried deep in the ground. Alone with the sledgehammer in my hand. With my eyes I blow the tank up. Fiery yellow sparkles, starlight rising from the ground.
Damn it.
I curse the claw hammer.
I curse the dad who owns the claw hammer.
I curse Óli for being so stupid.
I curse the shop that sells claw hammers.
I curse. I curse.
Down with the claw hammer!
Knights of the Round Staircase received first place in the Icelandic Public Book Society's literary competition held on the occasion of its twenty-fifth anniversary. The award was presented in March 1982.
While I run down the newly polished stairs with my dad's claw hammer in one hand, Óli sits on the oil tank in front of the house.
Before I know it, I've hit Óli in the head with the sledgehammer.
Oli yells.
Oli is terrified.
Óli's head changes into many heads. Óli has four heads.
Then a flash: Out of the brush-cut head shoots a ball, a small white egg, and tears seem to run ahead of Óli inside the basement door of the house.
I stand alone in front of the oil tank buried deep in the ground. Alone with the sledgehammer in my hand. With my eyes I blow the tank up. Fiery yellow sparkles, starlight rising from the ground.
Damn it.
I curse the claw hammer.
I curse the dad who owns the claw hammer.
I curse Óli for being so stupid.
I curse the shop that sells claw hammers.
I curse. I curse.
Down with the claw hammer!