Novel Fiskarnir hafa enga fætur (in English “The fish have no feet”) is about searching, about a nation on the run from having to face itself, and a search for identity. Who are we, truly, and who do we want to be? Perhaps we never tell the whole truth, and so we are never whole people?

"There are more universes than we can count, and none of them is the right one."

The novel is set in a little town that lies deep within the steep mountains of the eastern fjords in Iceland, in Keflavik, a town that has been called Iceland's darkest place,surrounded by black lava fields, hemmed in by a sea that may not be fished. The story follows a family from the beginning of the early 20th century up until today. It is the story of people who love and suffer, who are searching and running away, a story about pain and loss, violence and a sea full of fish that you are not allowed to fish. It is the story about ships full of American goods for the soldiers at the American base in Keflavik, about the Beatles and Pink Floyd, about bright and dark days up in the east, where a woman turns into a living mummy.