Brosa\u00f0 gegnum t\u00e1rin \u2013 heitir \u00feessi b\u00f3k sem n\u00fa er n\u00fdkomin \u00fat, eftir Brynd\u00edsi Schram. \u00c9g las hana \u00ed einni lotu. Las hana svo aftur. \u00c9g gr\u00e9t.<\/p>\n
\u201eUng var \u00e9g gefin Nj\u00e1li\u201c sag\u00f0i Berg\u00fe\u00f3ra \u00e1\u00f0ur en h\u00fan gekk me\u00f0 manni s\u00ednum inn \u00ed eldinn. \u00deau or\u00f0 komu m\u00e9r \u00ed hug \u00feegar \u00e9g leit fyrstu bla\u00f0s\u00ed\u00f0una, \u00fev\u00ed Brynd\u00eds tileinkar b\u00f3kina \u00e1stinni \u00ed l\u00edfi s\u00ednu, J\u00f3ni Baldvin. L\u00edf \u00feeirra tveggja hefur veri\u00f0 einn sam\u00fe\u00e6ttur strengur \u00ed bl\u00ed\u00f0 og str\u00ed\u00f0 sext\u00edu \u00e1r.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n
H\u00e9r l\u00edtur Brynd\u00eds yfir leiksvi\u00f0 l\u00edfs s\u00edns. Minningarnar gr\u00edpur h\u00fan l\u00edkt og perlur upp \u00far litr\u00edkum sj\u00f3\u00f0i, og ra\u00f0ar \u00feeim \u00e1 bandi\u00f0 sem lesandinn hefur fyrir augum \u00ed b\u00f3karlok. Sumar vekja gle\u00f0i, a\u00f0rar sorg. Sumar glitra og l\u00fdsa fr\u00e1 s\u00e9r. A\u00f0rar eru eins og hyldj\u00fapt myrkur. Brynd\u00eds \u00e1varpar nefnilega sorgina ekki s\u00ed\u00f0ur en gle\u00f0ina \u00ed \u00feessari b\u00f3k.<\/p>\n
Brynd\u00eds hefur \u00e1\u00f0ur gefi\u00f0 \u00fat \u00e6viminningar. Sj\u00e1lf skrifa\u00f0i \u00e9g me\u00f0 henni b\u00f3kina Brynd\u00eds, \u00feegar h\u00fan var fimmtug, \u00e1ri\u00f0 1988. \u00dea\u00f0 er svol\u00edti\u00f0 fyndi\u00f0 a\u00f0 hugsa um \u00fea\u00f0 n\u00fana a\u00f0 s\u00fa b\u00f3k skyldi hafa undirtitilinn \u201eL\u00edfssaga Brynd\u00edsar Schram\u201c \u00ed lj\u00f3si \u00feess hver margt hefur \u00e1 daga konunnar drifi\u00f0 s\u00ed\u00f0an \u00fe\u00e1. Fyrir t\u00f3lf \u00e1rum kom svo \u00fat endurminningab\u00f3k hennar \u00cd s\u00f3l og skugga. B\u00e1\u00f0ar ur\u00f0u \u00feessar b\u00e6kur mets\u00f6lub\u00e6kur.<\/p>\n
\u00deessi b\u00f3k Brosa\u00f0 gegnum t\u00e1rin er \u00ed rauninni hla\u00f0bor\u00f0. H\u00e9r er mikil gle\u00f0i og l\u00edfs\u00feorsti \u00ed bland vi\u00f0 trega og t\u00e1r. Eins og vi\u00f0 m\u00e1tti b\u00faast er h\u00e9r eitt og anna\u00f0 sem drepi\u00f0 hefur veri\u00f0 \u00e1 \u00ed fyrri b\u00f3kum \u2013 en n\u00fa er a\u00f0eins annar bl\u00e6r \u00e1 endurminningunum. Bernskan er einhvernveginn k\u00e6rari, vi\u00f0kv\u00e6mari, blandin \u00feakkl\u00e6ti og trega. Brynd\u00eds dregur upp svipmyndir af atvikum og samfer\u00f0af\u00f3lki sem n\u00fa er …<\/p>\n
\u201e … a\u00f0 hverfa \u00e1 braut hvert \u00e1 f\u00e6tur \u00f6\u00f0ru \u2013 ganga \u00fat af leiksvi\u00f0i l\u00edfsins \u2013 gamlir vinir, sem voru \u00ed bl\u00f3ma l\u00edfsins \u00e1 seinni hluta li\u00f0innar aldar. \u00cd daglegu l\u00edfi minntu \u00feau \u00e1 pers\u00f3nur \u00far sk\u00e1lds\u00f6gum, sem ekki fundu s\u00e9r sta\u00f0 innan ramma hversdagsleikans \u2013 h\u00f6fnu\u00f0u enda hversdagsleikanum. \u00cd \u00feeirra augum var l\u00edfi\u00f0 \u2013 me\u00f0 \u00f6llu s\u00ednu sorgum og allri sinni gle\u00f0i \u2013 \u00f3endanlegt yrkisefni sem \u00feau spunnu sinn \u00fer\u00e1\u00f0 \u00far\u201c eins og segir \u00e1 einum sta\u00f0 (s. 35).<\/p>\n
Brynd\u00edsi er mj\u00f6g vel lag\u00f0i a\u00f0 skrifa g\u00f3\u00f0an texta og g\u00e6\u00f0a fr\u00e1sagnir s\u00ednar l\u00edfi. Sagan er nokkurskonar fer\u00f0alag \u2013 \u00e6viskei\u00f0 \u2013 lei\u00f0 sem liggur \u00far s\u00f3larlj\u00f3si yfir \u00ed skugga. \u00cd fyrri hluta b\u00f3karinnar f\u00e1um vi\u00f0 a\u00f0 sj\u00e1 gla\u00f0legar myndir af \u00e1hyggjuleysi og l\u00edfsgle\u00f0i \u00e1 me\u00f0an allt l\u00e9k \u00ed lyndi:<\/p>\n
\u201eVesturgatan, \u00ed tilhugal\u00edfi okkar J\u00f3ns Baldvins, var einskonar nafli alheimsins \u00ed okkar augum. Gatan var heimur \u00fat af fyrir sig, umgj\u00f6r\u00f0 um litr\u00edka og skapandi karaktera \/…\/ Stundum, \u00feegar s\u00f3lin skein, settumst vi\u00f0 \u00f6ll undir reynitr\u00e9\u00f0 \u00ed gar\u00f0inum \u00e1 bak vi\u00f0 h\u00fasi\u00f0 \/…\/ Allur heimurim r\u00fama\u00f0ist \u00ed gar\u00f0inum vi\u00f0 Vesturg\u00f6tuna\u201c (s. 41).<\/p>\n
Svo t\u00f3ku vindar a\u00f0 n\u00e6\u00f0a. Eftir \u00fev\u00ed sem \u00e1 l\u00ed\u00f0ur fr\u00e1s\u00f6gnina ver\u00f0ur Brynd\u00eds hispurslausari \u2013 afdr\u00e1ttarlausari. H\u00fan gerir upp sakir. Opnar sig um atvik og pers\u00f3nur sem hafa marka\u00f0 spor ekki a\u00f0eins \u00e1 feril hennar og J\u00f3ns Baldvins heldur l\u00edka tilfinningal\u00edfi\u00f0. H\u00fan segir fr\u00e1 andstreymi, \u00f6fund og illm\u00e6lgi sem \u00feau hj\u00f3nin fengu flj\u00f3tlega a\u00f0 finna fyrir \u00e1 s\u00ednum yngri \u00e1rum og j\u00f3kst eftir \u00fev\u00ed sem \u00e1 lei\u00f0 \u00e6vi. H\u00fan s\u00fdnir okkur atvik sem ur\u00f0u \u2013 leyfir lesandanum sj\u00e1lfum a\u00f0 skynja \u00e1hrifin af or\u00f0um og gj\u00f6r\u00f0um.<\/p>\n
\u00cd s\u00f6gulok dregur sk\u00fd fyrir s\u00f3lu. \u201eFj\u00f6lskylduharmleikur\u201c heitir s\u00e1 hluti b\u00f3karinnar og varpar dimmum skugga \u00e1 svi\u00f0i\u00f0. Hann er erfi\u00f0 lesning. Fjallar um samband (og sambandsleysi) foreldra og barns, Ald\u00edsar, sem l\u00edklega hefur komi\u00f0 of snemma inn \u00ed l\u00edf foreldra sinna \u2013 alin upp a\u00f0 mestu hj\u00e1 \u00f6mmu og afa, og n\u00e1\u00f0i kannski aldrei a\u00f0 mynda e\u00f0lileg tengsl vi\u00f0 m\u00f3\u00f0ur s\u00edna. Tilfinningarofi\u00f0 sem af \u00fev\u00ed hefur hlotist (og \u00feetta er m\u00edn \u00e1lyktun) ver\u00f0ur me\u00f0 t\u00edmanum a\u00f0 l\u00edfsharmi \u00feeirra allra. Ofan \u00e1 \u00feann harm b\u00e6tist \u00f3t\u00edmab\u00e6rt fr\u00e1fall d\u00f3tturinnar Sn\u00e6fr\u00ed\u00f0ar sem var\u00f0 br\u00e1\u00f0kv\u00f6dd \u00ed bl\u00f3ma l\u00edfsins.<\/p>\n
Enginn er \u00feess umkominn a\u00f0 tj\u00e1 sig um sl\u00edk \u00f6rl\u00f6g \u00ed l\u00edfi f\u00f3lks \u2013 hva\u00f0 \u00fe\u00e1 a\u00f0 fella d\u00f3ma, jafnvel ekki ritd\u00f3ma. Eitt er \u00fe\u00f3 v\u00edst a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 \u00fearf miki\u00f0 hugrekki til a\u00f0 opna sig um svo vi\u00f0kv\u00e6ma hluti, leggja tilfinningar s\u00ednar \u00e1 bor\u00f0i\u00f0 og gera \u00fea\u00f0 af hei\u00f0arleika. \u00dea\u00f0 hugrekki s\u00fdnir Brynd\u00eds \u2013 og \u00fea\u00f0 segir miki\u00f0 um hana.<\/p>\n
\u00deessa b\u00f3k leggur enginn fr\u00e1 s\u00e9r fyrr en a\u00f0 lestri loknum. H\u00fan er mikil synf\u00f3n\u00eda tilfinninga og reynslu. Og \u00fer\u00e1tt fyrir skugga og hret, er \u00feetta \u00f3\u00f0ur til l\u00edfs og listar og gle\u00f0i. Bros gegnum t\u00e1rin.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Brosa\u00f0 gegnum t\u00e1rin \u2013 heitir \u00feessi b\u00f3k sem n\u00fa er n\u00fdkomin \u00fat, eftir Brynd\u00edsi Schram. \u00c9g las hana \u00ed einni lotu. Las hana svo aftur. \u00c9g gr\u00e9t. \u201eUng var \u00e9g gefin Nj\u00e1li\u201c sag\u00f0i Berg\u00fe\u00f3ra \u00e1\u00f0ur en h\u00fan gekk me\u00f0 manni s\u00ednum inn \u00ed eldinn. \u00deau or\u00f0 komu m\u00e9r \u00ed hug \u00feegar \u00e9g leit fyrstu bla\u00f0s\u00ed\u00f0una, … Continue reading “\u00d3l\u00edna \u00deorvar\u00f0ard\u00f3ttir: Brosa\u00f0 gegnum t\u00e1rin, ritd\u00f3mur”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-767","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-greinar_og_vidtol"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/767","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=767"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/767\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":768,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/767\/revisions\/768"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=767"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=767"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=767"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}