Hildur Knútsdóttir’s own exhaustion gave rise to an acclaimed horror film

Hildur Knútsdóttir lives with her family in Reykjavík on a narrow peninsula where the sea is strongly present. Placing the moments of the resolution of the Night Running novel in the harbor seemed natural. Picture: Kimmo Räisänen

Fatigue was horrible. When I woke up in the morning, my legs and arms were so heavy that it was difficult to get out of bed. Nothing seemed to help.

“I was sure something was wrong,” the Icelandic writer Hildur Knútsdóttir says – and laughs. It’s been years since the exhaustion. At that time, the writer confesses that he googled his symptoms in distress and that he was already sure that he had an incurable disease like ALS.