Monthly Archives: February 2026

The Lost Norse Myths

These are notes from a presentation by Ada Palmer at Capricon 46. Any mistakes here are mine, not Professor Palmer’s. The room was crowded and I had to stand, limiting my note-taking ability. Here is the blurb from the convention program:

Why It’s So Easy To Be Wrong About Vikings. We recently realized Heimdall is a tree! A new lost Loki story was discovered on the Faroe islands! It turns out Hel isn’t black on one side after all, she’s blue! Mixing storytelling with the latest discoveries, Ada Palmer discusses recent advances in Norse myth research, both what we’ve found and why it took so long to find it, a history which involves not only the Medieval sources but the nineteenth- and twentieth-century scholarly debates, feuds, mistakes, and corrections in this live and rapidly-changing field whose constant new discoveries mean every decade brings new material to draw on for our own Norse Myth fiction projects.

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Capricon 46

Mia and I had a good time at Capricon 46. Unlike last year, it was held at the Marriott Chicago O’Hare. It was OK as a hotel, but compared to the Sheraton in downtown Chicago, it is in a culinary wasteland. There were no restaurants with in walking distance. We were stuck with the hotel restaurant (I hate monopolies) or what what we could buy from a well-stocked grocery store a quarter mile away. We did see some old friends again.

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Rang Gaeilge, 27ú lá na Mí Eanáir 2026


AN CHARRAIG DHUBH
The Black Rock


  • Bhí an taoille chomh íseal sin go raibh iomlán na carraige móire duibhe nochtaithe, síos go dtí an fheamainn dhearg lonrach a bhí crochta, mar bheadh cuirtín, amach ar aghaidh an íochtair tollta. Síos uaidh sin fós, i ndoimhneacht dorcha na mara, tháinig bodhar-thorann cráite ón uisce a bhí ag unfairt go leisciúil mall, sa bprochlais stóránach[??] a bhí gearrtha amach as an seanchloch ag neart feargach na dtonn ; ag bualadh agus ag bualadh gan sos, leis na mílte agus na mílte bliain.

    The tide was so low that the great black rock was completely exposed, down to the shiny red seaweed that hung, like a curtain, out in front of the hollow bottom. Down there from it still, in the dark depth of the sea, came a dull agonized noise from the water that was tossing lazily and slowly, in the ?? hollow that had been cut out of the old stone by the furious strength of the waves; beating and beating without rest, for thousands and thousands of years.

    taoille = taoide tide
    nochtadh Baring, exposure; disclosure, revelation; appearance m
    feamainn seaweed f
    lonrach Bright, shining, luminous; brilliant, resplendent
    íochtar Lower part, bottom m
    toll Bore, pierce, perforate
    doimhneacht depth f
    bodhar deaf; dull
    torann noise m
    cráite Agonized, tormented, grieved
    únfairt (Act of) wallowing; (act of) rolling, tossing, about f
    prochóg Hole, den, cave; hollow f
    feargach angry
    sos Rest, cessation; pause, interval; respite m

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