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This highly amusing and unorthodox travel book resulted from a light-hearted summer journey by the young poets Auden and MacNeice in 1936. Their letters home, in verse and prose, are full of private jokes and irreverent comments about people, politics, literature and ideas. Letters from Iceland is one of the most entertaining books in modern literature; from Auden's This highly amusing and unorthodox travel book resulted from a light-hearted summer journey by the young poets Auden and MacNeice in 1936. Their letters home, in verse and prose, are full of private jokes and irreverent comments about people, politics, literature and ideas. Letters from Iceland is one of the most entertaining books in modern literature; from Auden's 'Letter to Lord Byron' and MacNeice's 'Eclogue', to the mischief and fun of their joint 'Last Will and Testament', the book is impossible to resist - a 1930s classic.


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This highly amusing and unorthodox travel book resulted from a light-hearted summer journey by the young poets Auden and MacNeice in 1936. Their letters home, in verse and prose, are full of private jokes and irreverent comments about people, politics, literature and ideas. Letters from Iceland is one of the most entertaining books in modern literature; from Auden's This highly amusing and unorthodox travel book resulted from a light-hearted summer journey by the young poets Auden and MacNeice in 1936. Their letters home, in verse and prose, are full of private jokes and irreverent comments about people, politics, literature and ideas. Letters from Iceland is one of the most entertaining books in modern literature; from Auden's 'Letter to Lord Byron' and MacNeice's 'Eclogue', to the mischief and fun of their joint 'Last Will and Testament', the book is impossible to resist - a 1930s classic.

30 review for Letters from Iceland

  1. 4 out of 5

    Jonfaith

    I know top-hats and frock coats don't make people look their best, but on appearance alone I wouldn't have trusted one of them with the spoons. Letters from Iceland is a rum sort of romp, a polyvocal book which ostensibly is about, well, going to Iceland, but the book is more reflective of the anxiety of going to a strange place with bizarre traditions and knowing that in a generation or two there will be a Costco and a Starbucks. Auden conceived of the idea while there Auden sort of bracketed I know top-hats and frock coats don't make people look their best, but on appearance alone I wouldn't have trusted one of them with the spoons. Letters from Iceland is a rum sort of romp, a polyvocal book which ostensibly is about, well, going to Iceland, but the book is more reflective of the anxiety of going to a strange place with bizarre traditions and knowing that in a generation or two there will be a Costco and a Starbucks. Auden conceived of the idea while there Auden sort of bracketed the enterprise in a writing in a verse a series of letters to Lord Byron. The observations of the volcanoes and strange customs of the island nation recall the very best of Montesquieu and his Persian Letters. While hilarious at times, Auden is most revealing about his sensitivity, his curiosity and trepidation that Progress may be afoot but remains oblivious to the costs of such.

  2. 4 out of 5

    aconeyisland

    L'idea di scrivere m'è venuta oggi (amo specificare tempo e luogo); l'autobus era nel deserto, sulla strada da Mothrudalur a qualche altro luogo; lacrime scorrevano sul mio volto bruciante: ad Akureyri m'ero preso un tremendo raffreddore, il pranzo ritardava e la vita era dolore. Il professor Housman fu il primo a cui pensai di dire in stampa quanto stimolanti sono i piccoli mali da cui l'uomo è afflitto, i raffreddori, i mal di testa, i dolori son creativi; così non è azzardato l'affermare che più L'idea di scrivere m'è venuta oggi (amo specificare tempo e luogo); l'autobus era nel deserto, sulla strada da Mothrudalur a qualche altro luogo; lacrime scorrevano sul mio volto bruciante: ad Akureyri m'ero preso un tremendo raffreddore, il pranzo ritardava e la vita era dolore. Il professor Housman fu il primo a cui pensai di dire in stampa quanto stimolanti sono i piccoli mali da cui l'uomo è afflitto, i raffreddori, i mal di testa, i dolori son creativi; così non è azzardato l'affermare che più d'una lirica è dovuta in precedenza non al cuore spezzato d'un amante, all'influenza.

  3. 5 out of 5

    David

    I thought Hetty's letters to Nancy were very funny. Bits I liked: "Every exciting letter has enclosures," "The old woman confessing: 'He that I loved the Best, to him I was the worst.'" "The songs of jazz have told us of a moon country And we like to dream of a heat which is never sultry, Melons to eat, champagne to drink, and a lazy Music hour by hour depetalling the daisy." "The Borg is called a first-class hotel but is not the kind of thing you like if you like that kind of thing: still it is the only I thought Hetty's letters to Nancy were very funny. Bits I liked: "Every exciting letter has enclosures," "The old woman confessing: 'He that I loved the Best, to him I was the worst.'" "The songs of jazz have told us of a moon country And we like to dream of a heat which is never sultry, Melons to eat, champagne to drink, and a lazy Music hour by hour depetalling the daisy." "The Borg is called a first-class hotel but is not the kind of thing you like if you like that kind of thing: still it is the only place where you can get a drink." "There is a phrase-book for those who find that kind of thing any use, and for the conscientious there is Zoega's English-Icelandic Dictionary (expensive and full of non-existent English words)" "In the larger hotels in Reykjavik you will of course get ordinary European food, but in the farms you will only get what there is, which is on the whole rather peculiar." "Soups: Many of these are sweet and very unfortunate. I remember three with particular horror, one of sweet milk and hard macaroni, one tasting of hot marzipan, and one of scented hair oil." "Meat: This is practically confined to mutton in various forms. The Danes have influenced Icelandic cooking, and to no advantage. Meat is liable to be served up in glutinous and half-cold lumps, covered with tasteless gravy. At the poorer farms you will only get Hangikyrl, i.e. smoked mutton. This is comparatively harmless when cold as it only tastes like soot, but it would take a very hungry man indeed to eat it hot." "beware of the browned potatoes, as they are coated in sugar, another Danish barbarism." "Those who like tea or cocoa should bring it with them and supervise the making of it themselves." "The King of Denmark has paid a visit and I watched him come out of the prime minister's house accompanied by distinguished citizens. I know top-hats and frock coats don't make people look their best, but on appearance alone I wouldn't have trusted one of them with the spoons." "How embarrassing it is to get into an already crowded bus when the passengers have got to know each other. We felt like the Germans invading Belgium." "and we sat and listened to the wireless ... Someone apparently has tried to assessinate King Edward VIII. Nobody looked very interested." "and I had run out of cigarettes so just sulked into my waistcoat." Hetty to Nancy: "I couldn't see that it was very funny and Maisie is supposed to be witty, but then it is different in London, where people have always been drinking sherry before you say anyhing to them." "Anyhow it is a very fine waterfall as waterfalls go but, as Maisie says, they don't go far." One letter opens: "Darling, darling, DARLING," "Well, on and on we rode through the stinging rain; it was so nasty it was really rather enjoyable. And we all felt rather heroic, I think." "The Icelanders are rather proud of it as a show-piece of scenery and no doubt on a clear day it may be quite beautiful if one drives through it quickly in a car." "We came across the ancient wreck of a very primitive touring car - more desolate than the bones of a camel in a film about the foreign legion." "but the really bad feature of the day was that the guides produced another cave (they ought to be psycho-analysed)."

  4. 5 out of 5

    Kiera

    The premise: on the eve of WWII, the young WH Auden and one of his poet friends spend an idyllic summer traveling around Iceland and sending witty letters and poems home. The product isn't as interesting as the premise sounds (partly due to my extremely low tolerance for so-called "funny" poetry, I'm sure). Auden's letters, however, made the read worthwhile and made me want to start up a correspondence (ideally multiple). It's hard to buy a copy in print in the US, but if you get it at the The premise: on the eve of WWII, the young WH Auden and one of his poet friends spend an idyllic summer traveling around Iceland and sending witty letters and poems home. The product isn't as interesting as the premise sounds (partly due to my extremely low tolerance for so-called "funny" poetry, I'm sure). Auden's letters, however, made the read worthwhile and made me want to start up a correspondence (ideally multiple). It's hard to buy a copy in print in the US, but if you get it at the library I would flip past the verse to the travelwriting sections. Letters from Iceland offers tourism of the unknown, but also tourism of the past--a trip through a western Europe that doesn't exist anymore. Selected excerpt: "I wish I could describe things well, for a whale is the most beautiful animal I have ever seen. It combines the fascination of something alive, enormous, and gentle, with the functional beauties of modern machinery. A seventy-ton one was lying on the slip-way like a large and very dignified duchess being got ready for the ball by beetles. To see it torn to pieces with steam winches and cranes is enough to make one a vegetarian for life. In the lounge the wireless was playing 'I want to be bad' and 'Eat an apple every day.' Downstairs the steward's canary chirped incessantly. The sun was out; in the bay, surrounded by buoys and gulls, were the semi-submerged bodies of five dead whales: and down the slip-way ran a constant stream of blood, staining the water a deep red for a distance of fifty yards. Someone whistled a tune. A bell suddeny clanged and everyone stuck their spades in the carcase and went off for lunch. The body remained alone in the sun, the flesh still steaming a little. It gave one an extraordinary vision of the cold controlled ferocity of the human species" (p 147-8).

  5. 5 out of 5

    Matt

    Quietly glorious. I've been looking for a way to anchor Auden; this was perfect.

  6. 4 out of 5

    Caterina

    Five stars for the poetry. Seven stars for 'Last will and testament'. Two stars for the letters of Hetty to Nancy, which I sadly could not understand nor appreciate. Sixteen stars for Iceland.

  7. 5 out of 5

    Kristin

    A lovely little travel narrative, this isn't your usual guidebook. Letters from Iceland is filled with poetry and notes home. Auden's voice, especially, is charming, though MacNeice's final poem is wonderful. While I read this in preparation for a trip to Iceland, it's actually a good read for any interested in seeing Europe (and England) at a very particular moment between wars, with colonialism not quite over and the depression hitting the world hard. Auden and MacNeice, two intellectuals, A lovely little travel narrative, this isn't your usual guidebook. Letters from Iceland is filled with poetry and notes home. Auden's voice, especially, is charming, though MacNeice's final poem is wonderful. While I read this in preparation for a trip to Iceland, it's actually a good read for any interested in seeing Europe (and England) at a very particular moment between wars, with colonialism not quite over and the depression hitting the world hard. Auden and MacNeice, two intellectuals, have an interesting perspective on this, distanced as they are both physically and mentally from the struggle. Auden's preface, written thirty years after the book's publication, is particularly poignant, and the book overall is charming and also deeply telling.

  8. 5 out of 5

    Yvonne

    Auden in IJsland Auden reisde in 1936 door IJsland met de schrijver Louis MacNeice. Hij schreef over deze reis het werk 'Brieven uit IJsland'. Het is een briljante en eigenzinnige collage van brieven, gedichten (aan Byron), reisimpressies, literaire beschouwingen en anekdotes. Een aanrader voor degene die a. zonder dit boek te kennen naar IJsland is geweest b. er ooit naar toe wil gaan of c. liever Laxness leest en thuisblijft.

  9. 4 out of 5

    Andrew

    Beautiful, fresh and funny.

  10. 4 out of 5

    Lizzie

    I latched once again onto Auden after reading this extraordinary essay by Hannah Arendt, especially her assertion, "There was nothing more admirable in Auden than his complete sanity and his firm belief in sanity; in his eyes all kinds of madness were lack of discipline—“Naughty, naughty,” as he used to say. The main thing was to have no illusions and to accept no thoughts—no theoretical systems—that would blind you to reality." I went looking for Journey to a War but was told at a bookstore it I latched once again onto Auden after reading this extraordinary essay by Hannah Arendt, especially her assertion, "There was nothing more admirable in Auden than his complete sanity and his firm belief in sanity; in his eyes all kinds of madness were lack of discipline—“Naughty, naughty,” as he used to say. The main thing was to have no illusions and to accept no thoughts—no theoretical systems—that would blind you to reality." I went looking for Journey to a War but was told at a bookstore it was out of print in its standalone edition; I picked up instead this slim travel volume, which proclaims itself in its back copy to be "a thirties classic." It is a fantastic jumble of sly wit and melancholic observations, from the silly-fantastic "Hetty to Nancy" to the powerful "Last Will and Testament." The latter swings from gossipy jokes on the contemporary great and good, in the vein of The Long Week-End: A Social History of Great Britain, 1918-39, to MacNeice's words to his sister, infant son, and ex-wife: "Item, to my sister Elizabeth what she lacks- The courage to gamble on the doubtful odds And in the end a retreat among Irish lakes And farmyard smells and the prism of the Irish air; Item, to Dan my son whenever he wakes To the consciousness of what his limits are I leave the ingenuity to transmute His limits into roads and travel far; Lastly to Mary living in a remote Country I leave whatever she would remember Of hers and mine before she took that boat, Such memories not being necessarily lumber And may no chance, unless she wills, delete them And may her hours be gold and without number." Or try the joint offering that closes the poem, from both Auden and MacNeice: "And to the good who know how wide the gulf, how deep Between Ideal and Real, who being good have felt The final temptation to withdraw, sit down and weep, We pray the power to take upon themselves the guilt Of human action, though still as ready to confess The imperfection of what can and must be built, The wish and power to act, forgive, and bless." Ranging from the intimate, sad, and funny to the abstract and great, the book proves the point "Holidays should be like this, Free from over-emphasis, Time for soul to stretch and spit/Before the world comes back on it."

  11. 4 out of 5

    Helen

    Published in 1937, I first read this in 1978 (gulp) and again this year, nearly as much time having gone by since, which is very scary. I remember enjoying this as a teenager but remembered little of the detail, apart from the poem in the style of Byron's Don Juan. This is far from being a conventional travel book but somehow, through the poems, notes and letters both fictional and presumably genuine you do get a sense of Iceland as seen by English visitors in the 1930s, with a bit of the wider Published in 1937, I first read this in 1978 (gulp) and again this year, nearly as much time having gone by since, which is very scary. I remember enjoying this as a teenager but remembered little of the detail, apart from the poem in the style of Byron's Don Juan. This is far from being a conventional travel book but somehow, through the poems, notes and letters both fictional and presumably genuine you do get a sense of Iceland as seen by English visitors in the 1930s, with a bit of the wider context of the events of the 1930s too. The letters from Hetty to Nancy are particularly funny. There's a useful bibliography tucked away near the beginning but hard to find. Amusing but probably not quite what people expected from a travel book, if that's what it is!

  12. 5 out of 5

    Gunnar Birgisson

    Quite the odd travel book. Auden and MacNeice traverse Iceland in 1936, commenting on the people and culture they encounter. Iceland has changed so much since then that it seems at times they are they are travelling in the 19th century rather than on the eve of WWII. Their travelogue is interspersed with lengthy poems by the authors, letters to other people, as well as an entertaining anthology of selections from other visitors' observations of Iceland. It's a remarkable book in many respects, Quite the odd travel book. Auden and MacNeice traverse Iceland in 1936, commenting on the people and culture they encounter. Iceland has changed so much since then that it seems at times they are they are travelling in the 19th century rather than on the eve of WWII. Their travelogue is interspersed with lengthy poems by the authors, letters to other people, as well as an entertaining anthology of selections from other visitors' observations of Iceland. It's a remarkable book in many respects, but I didn't find myself as captivated as I had anticipated.

  13. 5 out of 5

    Eli

    An interesting little volume. Who knew Auden had as many judgments as insights but then again what is poetry and the essay but judgment of a certain form? A fun find on the many stacks lining the walls of my Air BnB in Reykjavik. What a gift.

  14. 5 out of 5

    Julián

    Los caminos del mundo editorial son inescrutables. ¿Cómo es posible que les haya dado por traducir y publicar este extraño libro? Supongo que las razones que apunté sobre el libro de Xavier Moret no son ajenas a ello. Dos poetas británicos se embarcan en los años treinta en un egotrip autosuficiente y presuntuoso por tierras islandesas. En este libro se dedican a dar la matraca sobre sus personas: que si sus poemas, que si sus obras listas para imprenta, sus canciones alemanas, su resfriado, su Los caminos del mundo editorial son inescrutables. ¿Cómo es posible que les haya dado por traducir y publicar este extraño libro? Supongo que las razones que apunté sobre el libro de Xavier Moret no son ajenas a ello. Dos poetas británicos se embarcan en los años treinta en un egotrip autosuficiente y presuntuoso por tierras islandesas. En este libro se dedican a dar la matraca sobre sus personas: que si sus poemas, que si sus obras listas para imprenta, sus canciones alemanas, su resfriado, su actitud tan británica de viajar para comprobar lo mal que se lo montan otros por ahí. Se trata de un viaje de tres meses en 1936 (hacen referencia a la guerra civil española) con el motivo que exponen en la página 157: “Hoy en el autobús se me ocurrió una brillante idea sobre este libro de viajes. Me traje un libro de Byron a Islandia, y, de pronto, se me ocurrió que podría escribirle una carta superficial en verso ligero sobre todo lo que se me ocurra: Europa, literatura o yo mismo. (...) Esta carta no tendrá mucho que ver con Islandia, y será más bien una descripción del efecto que produce viajar por países lejanos, lo cual debería estimular una reflexión desde fuera sobre el pasado y la cultura de uno.” (p. 157) Con esto ya está dicho: el libro tiene poco que ver con Islandia y mucho con ese “ellos mismos” que tan a las claras comenta, con la autosuficiencia británica y su visión de los hoteles de tercera categoría, comidas frías, lugares “decentes”, etc. Pajeos mentales sobre Byron, su poesía y tonterías variadas. En sus mejores momento casi recuerdan al plasta de Robert Byron y su viaje a Oxiana. En el prólogo uno de los autores se pregunta por el interés de volver a publicar uno de los capítulos, al que califica de “broma privada” entre ambos. Al final admite su publicación porque a unos americanos les habían resultado graciosos los nombres propios que aparecen en él. En fin, eso viene a ser el libro: una broma privada y sin que el público hispano tenga por qué compartir ese agrado por los nombres propios. Sí ofrece alguna somera descripción de lugares y personas, alguna reflexión interesante, pero en general es un libro para saltarse a grandes zancadas. Al menos una cita interesante: “...no sé si la opinión de un turista tiene algún valor; cuando éste no tiene un trabajo en el país que visita, su conocimiento de las relaciones económicas y sociales se reduce al estudio de las estadísticas oficiales y al cotilleo de los salones de té; ignoranye de la lengua, su juicio sobre el carácter y la cultura de sus gentes se limita a lo superficial, y la duración de la visita (...) le impide conocer a fondo el material con el que trabaja. En el mejor de los casos, el turista se limita a hacer observaciones sobre lo que los habitantes ya saben, y en el peor, es culpable de vanas generalizaciones basadas en datos inexactos y a menudo falsos. (...) la posición social de un turista en tierra extranjera es siempre la de un inquilino; el turista es una persona independiente en relación con sus anfitriones y los verá con los ojos de un inquilino: el precio de una comida o la amabilidad de un portero le sorprenderán forzosamente más que un aumento en el número de casos de cáncer o la corrupción de la maquinaria judicial.”

  15. 4 out of 5

    Sarah Sammis

    I am rather split brained about Letters From Iceland by W. H. Auden and Louis MacNeice. There were pieces of it that had me roaring with laughter and other pieces where I just had to skip out of boredom or disinterest. Letters From Iceland is a collection of writings inspire by a trip to Iceland. It was published in 1937 and has been reprinted a number of times. W. H. Auden provided about two-thirds of the pieces including a lengthy (and rather dull) epic poem called a "Letter to Lord Byron." I am rather split brained about Letters From Iceland by W. H. Auden and Louis MacNeice. There were pieces of it that had me roaring with laughter and other pieces where I just had to skip out of boredom or disinterest. Letters From Iceland is a collection of writings inspire by a trip to Iceland. It was published in 1937 and has been reprinted a number of times. W. H. Auden provided about two-thirds of the pieces including a lengthy (and rather dull) epic poem called a "Letter to Lord Byron." Louis MacNeice provided the remaining third of the text. My favorite parts of the book were the notes for tourists which includes practical advice on what to pack an who to dress, warnings about the food an transportation. The descriptions of the Icelandic traditions taken from a British point of view made for a humorous comparison with the dwarves in Pratchett's discworld novels; I was constantly reminded of Carrot. My all time favorite piece of the book was a satiric letter "Hetty to Nancy" by MacNeice. It is an account of a disastrous group camping trip. Hetty recounts the problems of sleeping facing down hill, with sleeping on rocks and with tents in the rain when the tents haven't been properly pitched.

  16. 4 out of 5

    Heloise

    This is a strange little book but I did enjoy it. It's a collection pieces tangentially related to Iceland. It was sometimes a bit impenetrable - it seems to have been written for Auden's clique, or at least people who would have had a working knowledge of the society, people and politics of the 1930s. Names and events were frequently mentioned without explanation and some I knew but a lot of them didn't mean anything. On the upside I really liked the letters to Byron and the strange little This is a strange little book but I did enjoy it. It's a collection pieces tangentially related to Iceland. It was sometimes a bit impenetrable - it seems to have been written for Auden's clique, or at least people who would have had a working knowledge of the society, people and politics of the 1930s. Names and events were frequently mentioned without explanation and some I knew but a lot of them didn't mean anything. On the upside I really liked the letters to Byron and the strange little story about the women who join up with a girls school on their Icelandic tour. The last will and testament was worth it too. It didn't exactly teach me much about Iceland as despite the fact it is nominally a travel book, it is almost 80 years out of date and not gives no useful guidance. It did give me a strange sense of the time Auden spent there though which is worth reading and I'm glad I read it before my trip.

  17. 5 out of 5

    Abi

    An enjoyable and occasionally very witty read. It's a shame Auden didn't really seem to have a lot of fun, or to like Iceland all that well. Since it was his love of Norse literature in part that drew him to Iceland, it would have been nice if he'd given some idea of how it felt to be in the land where the events took place, whether it was disappointment or whether there was some satisfaction in the pilgrimage. I think overall from inference Iceland was a disappointment to Auden. Journey to An enjoyable and occasionally very witty read. It's a shame Auden didn't really seem to have a lot of fun, or to like Iceland all that well. Since it was his love of Norse literature in part that drew him to Iceland, it would have been nice if he'd given some idea of how it felt to be in the land where the events took place, whether it was disappointment or whether there was some satisfaction in the pilgrimage. I think overall from inference Iceland was a disappointment to Auden. Journey to Iceland (the poem) expresses a longing for the isolation and 'non-Europeanness' of Iceland, and a deeper understanding of Grettir, Egil Skallagrímsson, Guðrún Osvifsdóttir et al. He either fails to find these things, or does find them and wishes he hadn't. Most of his bits are him complaining about the soup (which, in fairness, does sound a bit odd - hot marzipan flavour?).

  18. 4 out of 5

    Gregg

    A rambling but user-friendly blend of narrative, epistolary, commentary and poetry, the book takes one back to a time before blogs and interminable Facebook photo albums and demonstrates how experience and observation can be skillfully wielded by artists into the sublime and aesthetic, regardless of topic. I primarily picked this book up in order to grasp the full context of Auden's poem to Lord Byron, but the text, photos, maps and assorted details of his and Macniece's trip left me pleasantly A rambling but user-friendly blend of narrative, epistolary, commentary and poetry, the book takes one back to a time before blogs and interminable Facebook photo albums and demonstrates how experience and observation can be skillfully wielded by artists into the sublime and aesthetic, regardless of topic. I primarily picked this book up in order to grasp the full context of Auden's poem to Lord Byron, but the text, photos, maps and assorted details of his and Macniece's trip left me pleasantly lost for days. If only someone like, say, Marilynne Robinson wrote like this and took a trip to Sicily or something.

  19. 4 out of 5

    Caitlin

    i had to wait about four months to finally get a copy of this from the nypl. if you try to buy a copy online it's like 80 dollars. my favorite parts were about the icelandic diet. i really did like how lazy and simple this book was but probably for this reason i couldn't propel myself through the second half. probably just more of the same anyway.

  20. 4 out of 5

    Paul

    In 1936 poets WH Auden and Louis MacNeice travelled together to Iceland and documented their travels in prose, poetry and imagined letters. Humorous, entertaining and and insight into the place and the time.

  21. 4 out of 5

    Blake

    In Auden's words, I like to walk, but not to walk too far. I also like green plains where cattle are, And trees and rivers, and shall always quarrel With those who think that rivers are immoral.

  22. 4 out of 5

    ulli_z

    A fun, and in a few places also a little absurd, "travel book", written by poets W.H. Auden and Louis MacNeice in 1936, political comments certainly not excluded. My favourite is Auden's long poetic "Letter to Lord Byron".

  23. 4 out of 5

    Pam

    2 poets on ponyback through the 'geysirs' in 1936 (with nazis scouting the place for the future themepark of the ur-reich) - auden is too funny, esp when writing in the voice of a schoolmistress to her beloved hetty in greece, or regaling his idol byron a la byron....

  24. 4 out of 5

    Karen

    Odd but entertaining, I much preferred the prose to the poetry.

  25. 5 out of 5

    Kirsty

    My review can be found here: https://theliterarysisters.wordpress....

  26. 5 out of 5

    Avis Black

    Auden and MacNeice were initially unsure how to write this. They finally adopted the voices of two British schoolgirls on holiday and wrote the entire thing in very fruity tones. Quite amusing.

  27. 4 out of 5

    Stephanie

    Super-love these writers and super-love letters and super-love travel. Read if you enjoyed Travels with Charley by Steinbeck!

  28. 4 out of 5

    Angela

    If I could only get my paws on this book, what a happy girl I'd be.

  29. 5 out of 5

    Alex Murray

    This book made me incredibly happy. Poetry, history, satire and Iceland: everything a bored student needs and more.

  30. 4 out of 5

    Sara

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