My favorite books about Norse myths and legends

I loved this book when I was young.

It weaves the whole Norse mythic pantheon into one long, coherent saga. I wanted to live in that world, which I recognized as being far more beautiful than the world in which I lived.  Also, the illustrations by Pogany are masterpieces that I would just sit and admire.

When I returned to this book as an adult, I felt all of its charm was still there. The prose is simple but poetic. I was particularly taken by the retelling of the Sigurd legend. The fierce love of Brynhild the Valkyrie and the force of the doom that overtook Sigurd left a lasting impression on me.  

This book taught me the history of the Viking Age.

It was written in the thirteenth century to tell the story of the kings of Norway from the beginning till that time. It was well worth the read. I was swept into the stream of Viking history and lived vicariously the lives of the Norse kings and warriors.  The descriptions of Norse battlefields, naval combats, and courtly intrigue are vivid and compelling.

By the way, Snorri was quite a controversial figure in his time, so much so that the Norwegian king had him murdered.  But his writing has survived.

It’s no exaggeration to say this book changed my life. 

I quickly became immersed in Norse mythology when I read this book. The poems in this book are the source for most of what we know about Norse myths, and it also contains many lays detailing the legends of the heroes, most notably Sigurd the Volsung.

When I read this book, I saw in a fossilized form a past culture whose values were far different from those of the culture in which I lived; it was like finding I had a sibling I’d never known about, and I felt a strong connection to it. When reading the heroic lays, I encountered men and women who were motivated by compassion and bravery. The characters and their psychological needs were like those I found in Homer, Sophocles, and Shakespeare.  

The poems may seem strange and hard to grasp at first, but those who take the trouble to become familiar with the contents of the Poetic Edda will find it is a trove of inexhaustible treasure.

When I was a schoolboy in Oxford in the 1960s, I wrote a letter to Tolkien, and he answered.

I knew even at that time that I shared his preoccupation with the Norse myths. It is a preoccupation that has been with me ever since.

In this book, Tolkien attempts to write his own Eddaic poem. It is dramatic and intense. Those who know only Tolkien’s Middle-earth writings may have trouble adjusting to a tale deliberately told in an antique verse form.  

What I especially loved in this poem was the Valkyrie Brynhild. Tolkien has something of a reputation for being sexless. The confusion of identity, thwarted passion, and bitterness that lead to Brynhild’s suicide make the sort of story that few people associate with this author. And Christopher Tolkien’s notes are lucid and unobtrusive.

This book is essentially an anthology of some of the best stories ever told.

It includes sagas as well as several tales, shorter anecdotes the Icelanders told. I love the Icelandic landscape, and it comes startlingly alive in the pages of this book.

One of the best is Egil’s Saga. In terms of fantastic events, it exceeds most fantasy written today. Others are realistic and give a feel for what life was like for ordinary people in early medieval Iceland. 

I love literature that is elaborate, strange, and profound. I love books that don’t give their secrets away right on the surface. This taste has been nurtured by the stories in this book. I try to understand what the Icelanders for whom these stories were written thought of them: these were the themes of their quotidian existence.

The sagas were being written at the same time as Chaucer and Dante were writing, but those writers wrote for aristocratic, leisured audiences. The Icelandic saga writers were writing for the common people, and they gave them stories the common people loved to hear.