I have just spent a wondrous week in Iceland - hearing the wind howling across the snowy treeless landscape, watching the sunlight glisten on the water of the fjords - all from the comfort of my home in Sydney. I was transported there by Australian author Hannah Kent's memoir Always Home, Always Homesick (2025) in which she lovingly describes Iceland's people, places and customs, and how it became entwined in her being. I was not surprised to be utterly captivated by Iceland, as I have felt this way before, over a decade ago when I read Hannah Kent's novel Burial Rites (2013).
When she was a seventeen-year-old high school student in Adelaide, Kent took up an opportunity to do a year-long foreign exchange through Rotary. She was sent to Iceland, to the small northern town of Sauðárkrókur - about as different from life in South Australia as possible. Here she is billeted with a series of families, attends school, gets a job in a local cafe, and learns the Icelandic language and culture.During her year in Iceland, Kent hears the story of Agnes Magnúsdóttir, the last person executed in the country in 1830, and a seed was planted. Over the years, as Kent began her writing career, Agnes' tale would call to her. Kent returned to Iceland as a PhD student researching the circumstances in which Agnes, a servant, was convicted of murdering her abusive master Natan Ketilsson. Years later she would return again, to attend a writers festival after her novel about Agnes, Burial Rites, was published.
Always Home, Always Homesick is a wonderful, beautifully written memoir. I loved hearing about Kent's writing process, her self-doubt, and the challenges she overcame. It was also an emotional story, as Kent is embraced by families in Sauðárkrókur, and formed lifelong bonds.
I now want to go back and read Agnes' story again. In September 2013 I reviewed Burial Rites and praised Kent's research and detailed descriptions which brought the story to life. Having read her memoir of writing Burial Rites, I have so much more appreciation for her work and long to experience it again. Indeed, while Always Home, Always Homesick can be read on its own, it will have more meaning for those who have read Burial Rites.
My reviews of other books by Hannah Kent are available on this blog: