Out of the country's fascinating geography and history emerge a plethora
of poetic and imaginative Icelandic legends that hold a particular wary
respect of nature, and a wry wisdom at turns gentle and sharp: that we
human beings are mere tenants on earth, with no control over weather or
ghosts or wild. On the one hand, these stories come out of the great
wellspring of Scandinavian tales that have so influenced the Western
imagination: Here are elves and trolls, ghosts, goblins, and monsters;
drama and mystery and moral. But Iceland's particular geography, its
long nights and savage weather, also led to the development of a unique
oral tradition, from which grew the famous Icelandic family sagas and
stories.