I've started an Icelandic epic, Independent People, by Halldor Laxness. He won the Nobel Prize for literature largely because of the two novels collected here. It's hilarious, a scathing satire of the type of mentality espoused by folks in the Tea Party. The main character is a jackass who believes that being independent means not relying on anything or anyone else, and he'll be dipped in sheep dip before he lets that happen.