I’ve been to the islands in my summer reading this year: Norwegian, Atlantic Canadian, Jamaican, Greenlandian and Sri Lankan.
Roy Jacobsen’s Ingrid trilogy landed in my stack thanks to a reading copy of White Shadow from Biblioasis, translated by Don Bartlett and Don Shaw. Partly because I liked the title of the first volume, The Unseen, I started from the beginning (also because I’m bent that way, but the title helped).
A passage from early in the first volume offers a glimpse of the books’ tone and style, as Jacobsen describes the bottles that wash up on the shore of the Norwegian island, Barrøy, the family inhabits. They might “boil the bottles and fill them with redcurrant juice, or else simply place them on the windowsill in the barn as a kind of proof of their own emptiness, leaving the sunbeams to shine through them and turn green before refracting downwards and settling in the dry straw littering the floor.”
First, you have a sense of the pace; there is time to notice the sunbeams in this narrative. They also turn green, when their light refracts, so this is not the kind of glass I would find walking the shores of Lake Ontario.
There aren’t a lot of other ways to compare one’s experiences on an island, and we’re reminded of the isolation when the bottles compare their own bottle experiences to one another in the context of emptiness (not satiation).
And, finally, there’s a thing about that red current juice, that comes much later, but that would be spoilery (the point being that Jacobsen knew what was in the rest of the decanter long before he poured the last glass). As a writer, he’s a planner not a pantser.
It’s not that nothing happens. In one sense, living on an isolated island means that even a small change would be a significant change. But there are momentous interior developments in Ingrid’s life. And it’s not hard to fathom because there are plenty of compelling stories rooted in a single family’s experiences, even though this family is island-bound.
We have, for instance, Ingrid—a daughter—and Maria—a mother.
So, here’s one: “Ingrid wonders why she was ever fearful, perhaps she just waited on the island too long, she thinks, it wasn’t that the world didn’t want her, she may have misread the situation, and she is not going to make the same mistake again; the possibility that it might have been her mother who held her back, Maria’s loneliness, doesn’t cross her mind.”
And, here’s the other: “To regret having a dream is the most debilitating experience there is. She regretted thinking the island was too big, with all the endless work it entailed, and wishing for more children, because she had Ingrid.”
(These two quotations consider different events, pulled from passages at great distance from one another, to avoid spoilers.)
And even though the island is at the heart of Ingrid’s story, the world beyond the island (first, non-existent and, later, even when it is inconsequential) is significant in its own way, from the begining:
“There has always been a conflict inside him between sea and land, in the form of a restlessness and an attraction: when he is at sea he longs to be at home and if he has his fingers in this oil he always catches himself staring at the sea and thinking about fishing. But there has been a balance in this toing and froing, an acceptable interdependence, which is now under threat.”
And, as Ingrid grows, and her understanding increases, too, the world beyond takes on a more pressing relevance. The narrative handles her changing perspective delicately and astutely:
“…straightened her back and looked around, the houses in the grey mass up on the island’s humped ridge, visible at a distance of fifteen to twenty sea miles in clear weather, now just small, black boxes beneath a thin layer of milk, no light, no tracks in the snow.”
The language is often lyrical (I particularly like the kind of passage that unites atmosphere with experience, as when “the winds that range across the taiga have left their mark like a comb in greasy hair”) and the style is contemplative, but whereas these qualities might slow a reader’s progression, the short chapters and tightly knit cast maintain interest throughout.
In other island stories, Carol Bruneau landed hard on my TBR because I will be reviewing her new novel for PRISM international in September. Her 2005 novel, Berth, is about a marriage in which temperaments must be delicately balanced: “The last thing in the world you wanted was to disturb Charlie. God knows he did his bit for us every day. The least we could do was let him tinker in peace.” That’s Willa talking, a military wife, before Charlie receives an assignment that takes him away for months at a time and leaves Willa and her son, Alex, in peace instead. “That whole family thing: it was like the elastic in underwear that got stretched so much everything dangled,” Bruneau observes. She balances that dangling and sense of possibility (which emerges in unexpected ways in Berth) perfectly with the taut stretch that maintains readers’ interest in Willa’s happiness and Alex’s sense of security. Any of her novels will satisfy readers who enjoy stories about marriage and dis/connection, but Berth is amazing for Nova Scotia shore and island life and These Good Hands and Brighten the Corner Where You Are will satisfy those who yearn for artist-soaked stories (about Camilla Claudel and Maud Lewis, respectively).
Alecia McKenzie’s A Million Aunties (2020) was in my stack thanks to Lisa (maybe Liz too?). Linked narratives and multiple perspectives: I can’t resist. McKenzie handles the technique astutely; she includes subtle links between chapters so that readers can use a detail or a reference to reconnect with a previous chapter and, over time, gradually enter the community. The Jamaican setting is rich with “the waves behind him and the Blue Mountains ahead in the hazy light, he welcomed the heat, the stiff breeze, and the blinding sunlight”. And it’s tasty with “rice and peas, callaloo, and plantains, with fruit punch that was like nectar”. But the overarching theme is how many stories it takes to make a story. How we use story to fill the gaps: “People got uncomfortable when they couldn’t place you, when you didn’t wear the robes they expected you to wear or have the hairstyle or hair texture that provided the much-needed clues.” How story holds possibilities: “I’d lost count of the stories I overheard to explain Miss Pretty’s walking, but the one most often repeated was….” And how story preserves memory: “People have no patience these days. And the last thing they want is stories from old people. So I just said: I met them at the beginning of ’62 to cut a long story short.” There aren’t quite a million aunties between these covers, but there’s evidence that many more exist than can be held in a single volume.
Last Night in Nuuk by Niviaq Korneliussen (2014) Translated by Anna Halagar (2018) is set in Greenland. It landed on my stack thanks to Andrew, because once again it presents overlapping narratives: direct commentary from five perspectives, those of Fia, Inuk, Arnaq, Ivik, and Sara. The island setting, as in A Million Aunties, is a perfect encapsulation; community builds quickly. A pair of siblings, a roommate, a romance: the connections between these characters are clear. Not cozy, however. “You’re on an island that will never change. You’re on an island with no way out. You’re on an island from which you can’t escape. You’re on the completely wrong island. Your way of thinking is wrong.” The sense of insularity is almost overwhelming in some voices. And the circularity in one voice in particular: “Oh, troublemaker weekend. I’m ready. Oh, delightful weekend. I’m partying again. Oh, eternal weekend. Repetitive weekend. Walking in partying circles. Ready to go again.” Originally published in 2014 in Greenlandic, the author felt compelled to depict queer culture, as she had not seen herself represented in literature of her homeland before. Later she translated her own work into Danish. One character’s exploration of sexuality writes so pointedly that I would have felt it more believable in a diary-format, but I’m sure many young readers would find it reassuring to see core concepts of identity discussed in bold and frank terms, so perhaps content is more significant than credibility in this respect.
Anuk Arudpragasam’s A Passage North (2021) landed on my stack because of an impressive NYT review and then it landed on the Booker Prize longlist. Krishan’s voice is mesmerizing and readers are gradually immersed in his thoughts and perspective. He is reflecting on his changing proximity to the conflict in northeast Sri Lanka and an early reference to “the slow accumulation of time” as he moves between spaces warns readers that this narrative is going to accumulate slowly too. He also refers to and recounts other storytellers’ narratives, including classics assigned in school, like Periya Purānam; this story-within-a-story questions the value of what we imagine, which reminds readers, yet again, of how our interior lives impact our external reality. Krishan struggles to locate himself in reference to war and civil unrest, and to comprehend the loss of a single life in the broader context of a nation in which war has resulted in countless deaths. “Accidents happened everywhere, of course, but these accidents had to have been more than just bad luck, for how could such hardy people, people who’d gone through so much and still come out alive, allow themselves to die so easily now and with such docility?” Much of my time “spent dwelling in this site had been painful rather than joyful” but Arudpragasam balances the specific and the universal delicately. But just as he struggles to make sense of contradictions about the war in his homeland, he also struggles to make sense of a romantic relationship—that’s what secured my interest, although the passages I most admired were about freedom and mortality.
What island story would you recommend? Whether a favourite or a recent discovery?
The most recent ‘island’ book I have read would be Australian author Lucy Treloar’s Wolfe Island set apparently off the coast of New England and involving a dystopian (is there any other sort) near-future of rising sea levels and unspecified portion of the US population being othered and escaping as refugees to the country to their north.
The best ‘island’ book (apart from all English books – which often read as though they have a whole continent to expand in when in fact the sea can nowhere be more than 100 kms or so away) is Robert Drewe’s The Savage Crow’s (1976) a fictionalising of the actual, and largely successful, attempt by white settlers to remove every single Aboriginal person from the island of Tasmania to the much smaller King Is and then to murder all those remaining by forming a line across the island and marching south (the Black Line,1830)
That one sounded good to me; I added it to my TBR. There are a few by Robert Drewe in the library, but reference-only copies, so I would have to be downtown and request, then sit and read them there. (Also, apparently there is a famous actor named Robert Drew!) The only Drewe work that circulates here is The Shark Net: Memories and Murder. But it looks interesting too and would probably still give an idea of region and tone? That’s funny, isn’t it, how some areas are islands but don’t feel like islands (England, as you say) when you read about them, and other areas are not but, because they’re coastal stories, do feel islandy.
The Shark Net is autobiography – I forget now if it’s fictionalized – and gives a very good idea of 1960s Perth (WA). Drewe’s father is periodically visited by a serial killer, the last man hanged in Perth. Every Perth writer name drops him at some point, and I do too because I was married to not one but two women who grew up with and were at school with his children.
It’s catalogued as though biography. I’ll add it to my “saved” list at the library, so that I can more properly appreciate your name-dropping and super-impressive social butterfly-ness. 🙂
There seems to be an alternate reading universe in Canada, where you are able to discover the most marvelous books I’ve never heard of. I love the idea of the washed-up bottles in the Land Trilogy.
I owe my thanks to the Toronto Public Library, for buying diversely and keeping my stack fresh with so many great stories from around the world!
I love stories set on islands and other isolated communities. This theme makes a very fun post. All of these sound good to me! As for books set on islands… I’ve read so many. And you probably already know of all of them. Anything set in Newfoundland and PEI. And of course The Nymph and the Lamp which is set on Sable Island. If I was home I’d look some more up…
I was THIS CLOSE to mentioning that Raddall novel; I thought of it as soon as I started to round up the cover images. It’s such a great island story. And I have you to thank for nagging me until I read it. 🙂
Any of Michael Crummey’s too, would properly belong in an island list. And Wayne Johnston’s Colony of Unrequited Dreams. And of course the most obvious one of all that we’ve not mentioned but which was probably our first island story!
I think Islands somehow lend themselves to interesting storytelling. That insularity you refer to, is especially telling. Of course, I suppose I live on an island, and one less connected than it once was to the rest of Europe. Small islands though I find myself drawn to. I love the sound of Last Night in Nuuk.
What a coincidence, BIP! I just left a comment on your other blog, about Ahilan’s poetry, and I arrive here to read about ‘Island Books’ and ‘A Passage North’ is also here. Was it ‘The Paris Review’? Yes, I guess. There was Arudpragasam’s interview, it was beautiful, and I told myself I would read the book someday. Definitely. Now that I have read the quotes and even the reference about ‘Periya Puranam’, I am intimidated and inspired in equal measure. I am yet to decide if I want to read ‘The Story of A Brief Marriage’ first or this one.
My mind directs me to Pilar Quintana’s ‘The Bitch’ when I think of ‘Island Books’. The strange thing is, it wasn’t even set in an island. The story took place in Columbia’s Pacific coast, but all the sea it gave me, along with the unrelenting jungle, was adequate to think of it as an ‘island book’. The book was brutal and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Yes! They have such useful and interesting and often inspiring interviews. Oh, I’m sure you would appreciate so many layers in this novel. For me it felt like I could see the layering but I couldn’t feel all the resonance of the work he’d assembled, although he did (I believe) a good job of sharing/summarizing the stories (there are others!) lest other readers have the same knowledge gaps as I have. And he does so in such a way that you want to know the story and are not tempted to skip; it doesn’t feel “added on” as though he’s very clever and too clever for readers but he’ll pause to explain as quickly as possible. I’ve got Brief Marriage out from the library now actually! Even though I am supposed to be reading new books (which is why I read APN!) I couldn’t resist asking for his debut after finishing.
I know just what you mean. While I was gradually assembling this little stack of island reviews, I had another read in my stack that I was convinced was an island story too but, when I considered more carefully, I saw that it was coastal (and somewhat isolated) too.
Here Comes the Sun by Nicole Dennis-Benn was an illuminating and excellent read about poverty and hard choices in Jamaica. That’s the first island book that came to mind. I read it last year.
I remember thinking I’d like to read that one, and it’s the kind of book I would likely have grabbed off the paperback browsery shelves at some point, but I didn’t have it marked TBR.
Oh, these sound excellent, I’m going to put them all on my wishlist (oh, the wickedness!). I love reading about islands as much as I do about small towns and probably for similar reasons. I also have a weakness for books about the Nordic countries and Greenland …
Ah, so you weren’t one of the Aunties readers then? Somehow I’d thought it might have been you.
That’s a good point: likely the same appeal for me. In addition to the Enid Blyton “Secret Island” factor. Which you probably also share!
Winter is my favourite season so I am drawn to stories set there too. Not *only* for the snow, but that’s part of the pull for sure.
No, but it’s just my kind of book so I can see why you thought that!
And whoever it actually was, must be on seasonal hiatus, or else it’s one of those I-always-go-to-your-house-for-tea-but-you-never-come-to-mine situations! 🙂
That’s an interesting collection of books from very different islands! Jacobsen’s book looks particularly appealing.
I love it when themes seem to naturally emerge from my stacks, while I’m busy reading on completely different themes! Hee hee
‘A Million Aunties’ is the one that caught my eye when it first came out – the setting appeals and I’m fond of linked narratives to tell a story.
The setting is definitely a cornerstone of the story; if you do give it a try, I hope you enjoy it.
I’m currently reading An Island by Karen Jennings — the one from the Booker Prize longlist that no one had heard of before its nomination. (Imagine my delight to learn its UK publisher was based in my town!) I tried Jacobsen’s The Unseen a few summers ago while on holiday, but failed to advance past halfway. My favourite passage was “Nobody can leave an island. An island is a cosmos in a nutshell, where the stars slumber in the grass beneath the snow. But occasionally someone tries.” I know you and Naomi have featured Bruneau before. Her work appeals but could be hard to find over here.
Hah, yes, that’s so cool. I love that feeling!
That’s a lovely passage. I’m glad you felt you could appreciate parts of it, even if the whole of it wasn’t to your reading taste. I can actually see it being a perfect holiday read for some (the rhythmic interiority) but I suppose it would also depend on the holiday as well as on the reader. It must have been a nice escape if you’d been, say, to Disneyland. Heheh
That’s true. I suspect one would have to purchase her direct via epub. And…I’m not sure that that would be the best way to read her stories. They feel very “bookish” to me, rather than “screenish”.
So many great-sounding books!
I already have a Bruneau on my reading stack, so I’m adding A Million Aunties. The structure sounds soooo intriguing.
Recently I read The Sweetness in the Lime which I enjoyed especially for its depiction of ex-pat life in Cuba, and the intersection with Cuban society.
Which Bruneau is on your stack? I’ve really enjoyed hanging out with her (on the page) this summer. A treat.
I think you’ll enjoy A Million Aunties. It’s not too long, either, so you don’t have to keep all the characters in your mind for too, too long either!
That’s on my TBR too. It sounds great.
I’ve been interested in Jacobson’s The Unseen since it appeared on a prize list – the International Booker, I think. The lyrical, contemplative style you’ve described certainly appeals.
It felt strangely comforting at times and I think you’d appreciate it. (But, then again, I was reading a lot of climate stuff, so maybe by comparison it was a cup of cocoa and quilt!)
I do generally find Biblioasis’ list to be pretty interesting. I haven’t read the Roy Jacobsen yet, but it’s on my radar.
It’s always been of interest to me for short stories and translations but it’s been growing on me more generally too!