Whenever I get in one of my fed-up phases—something that comes over me with alarming frequency lately—I always start talking about moving to Norway. Nobody ever takes me seriously, but I am. After reading Eric Dregni’s “Land of Milk & Money” in the current issue of The Rake, I’m more convinced than ever that Norway is the place for me.
Although it sounds cheap, seedy, dark, and damp when Jimmy Buffett sings about expatriated Americans in the islands, the picture of Norway I have in my mind is clean and bright. The picture in my mind comes from my maternal grandmother who was Norwegian through and through. While I’m not quite sure I could give up my citizenship just yet, I’m getting closer every day (tell me again how John Kerry—what’s his latest now, corporate tax cuts—is going to make everything better).
Dregni paints a picture of Norway that jibes almost perfectly with my grandma’s: efficiency, tolerance, benevolence, and earnest fairness.