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READ Orkney By Amy Sackville 107 ¶ Following her wonderful debut The Still Point Sackville returns with a strangely beautiful short novel about love and sex and obsession A literature professor marries his prize student a woman forty years his junior and at her reuest he takes her to the say for their honeymoon He is embarked on his life’s work a book abouAnd Neolithic site north of the Scottish coast “the Seal Islands” a barren place of extraordinary beauty And as the days of their honeymoon pass his desire and his constant yearning contemplation become his normality His mysterious bride becomes his entire universeHe is consume. The language is beautiful but the plot is lacking And though the language is vivid it's evoking the same feelings and images over the entire bookThis does envelop the reader in the island and the narrator's mind but it also seems limiting The poetry wasn't enough to overcome the predictability of the plot most of the book is the older male narrator staring out the window at his youthful bride who in turn stares into the sea The characters are mysteries especially the wife which saddens me a bit because I'm always on the lookout for interesting female characters And though the wife seems based on some of the folklore mentioned in the book there are plenty of stories based on fairy tales that also have well developed characters see Angela Carter's short stories for instance There are also plenty of beautifully written books withs simple plots that are done successfully see Annie Ernaux Marguerite Duras and Carole Maso I'm not sorry I read it not at all but there are plenty of books I'd recommend first

Orkney By Amy SackvilAnd Neolithic site north of the Scottish coast “the Seal Islands” a barren place of extraordinary beauty And as the days of their honeymoon pass his desire and his constant yearning contemplation become his normality His mysterious bride becomes his entire universeHe is consume. The language is beautiful but the plot is lacking And though the language is vivid it's evoking the same feelings and images over the entire bookThis does envelop the reader in the island and the narrator's mind but it also seems limiting The poetry wasn't enough to overcome the predictability of the plot most of the book is the older male narrator staring out the window at his youthful bride who in turn stares into the sea The characters are mysteries especially the wife which saddens me a bit because I'm always on the lookout for interesting female characters And though the wife seems based on some of the folklore mentioned in the book there are plenty of stories based on fairy tales that also have well developed characters see Angela Carter's short stories for instance There are also plenty of beautifully written books withs simple plots that are done successfully see Annie Ernaux Marguerite Duras and Carole Maso I'm not sorry I read it not at all but there are plenty of books I'd recommend first

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Orkney By Amy Sackville é S embarked on his life’s work a book about enchantment narratives in literature most all of them involving strange girls and women but soon finds himself distracted by his own enchantment for his new white haired young wifeThey travel to the Orkney Islands the ancient Mesolithic. This is lovely a beautifully painted story of love obsession and loss set on a remote northern Scottish isle rising and falling like the tide “She’s staring out to sea now My young wife There she stands on the barren beach all wrapped up in her long green coat among the scuttle and clutter of pebbles and crabs She stares out as the water nears her feet and draws back and when that soft and insistent suck of the tide gets close enough to slurp at her toes she shuffles herself up the shore Soon the beach will be reduced to a strip of narrow sand and she will be forced to retreat to the rocks; and then I think she’ll come back to me In the meantime I watch from the window as she stares out to sea”Richard is a sixty year old English professor Richard captivated by his lovely young bride She had been his student his star pupil and after a year of secret encounters they ran away to get married and then they ran to the one place in the world that called her OrkneyIt was the sea that called her and though she was frightened by its power though maybe she had lost love ones to the sea she had to watch it Her husband can only watch entranced by her He is proud of his bride and there are times when she clings to him times are happy together Times when Richard cooks for them both when they sit together by the fire drinking whisky and telling each other stories when they retire to bed togetherBut their nights are disturbed by her vivid dreams of being engulfed by the sea Richard is on sabbatical working on the book that will be his crowning achievement a study of myths and legends about enchantment Maybe the fair ethereal girl standing alone in a windswept landscape has escaped from one of those stories He knew little about her and she contradicted many of the details in his stories of their historyThe story unfolds slowly driven not by the simple plot but by the lovely lovely writing The words are poetic lyrical and lyrical and they describe the ebb and flow of the waves the changing of the light the coming of autumn and winter The sea the shoreline the weather everything came aliveAnd it changed with the story as Richard’s love grew obsessive the skies darkened the days shortened and the weather closed inBut this isn’t a book to write about It’s a book to feel and a book that I know will haunt me SUMMARY ´ eBook, PDF or Kindle ePUB ´ Amy Sackville

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Amy Sackville ´ 7 READ Following her wonderful debut The Still Point Sackville returns with a strangely beautiful short novel about love and sex and obsession A literature professor marries his prize student a woman forty years his junior and at her reuest he takes her to the say for their honeymoon He i. Maybe I was wrong after all with Night Film Perhaps it really is the way that we are taught to dream as children in what language in what realm Perhaps it started with my parents reading to me every night they said before I went to bed since before I can remember words I could not have understood Perhaps it was only Walt Disney’s imprint on me the endless rounds of Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty I watched I am told when I was two and three years old Maybe they were scaffolded by the inevitable pile of children’s books that teach us that magic is real and lurking behind every corner given conscious thought by the sort of cleaned up inevitably British or colonial Classics that advanced readers are given as presents as children followed by the lush romanticized soaked in deep colors sort of high fantasy that I was lucky enough to discover in its wake before I was ready for Austen and Bronte and Woolf Perhaps I was encouraged not even consciously by the books that my Manchester born nanny read or helped me choose the one who listened to Miss Saigon on repeat who was as I figured out many years later a not yet out lesbian who contemplated marrying a cultured old male friend of hers with a resonating voice for a green card and who had a vanishing accent that came and went with every phone call home to her motherMaybe it was all a gap I needed to fill brought up in the showcase of Suburbia USA with no perceivable “community” in the sense of family or a circle of friends with two working parents who had at least voted with their feet to leave their families behind and start as fresh as you can in the safest cleanest corner of the States I think you are likely to find while their families stayed in far flung southern and western corners of the country I met these other families and knew them occasionally but I think all I carried away with me as part of me of the one was horses and a daring cousin with red hair and all I carried away of the other was Catholicism guilt and IrelandThat’s why I think no matter how much I’ve tried to make it go away by making fun of it the most transcendent place I have ever been is the top of Glastonbury Tor on a deserted misty grey day That’s why one of my most wonderful memories is at fourteen “accidentally” letting my horse go in a field in Kildare and galloping until I was covered in mud and he was prancing pleased with himself snorting at the top of a rise in a valley while the tiny dots that were the rest of our group tried to catch up I can still see with the eyes I did then vision blurry with wind and moisture and light That’s why in despair in Paris I went to Saint Germain des Pres and sat there for hours lit candles than I probably remember and began to healThis is how I learned how to dream I dream for better or for worse in the fairy stories fears stereotypes and clichés of the British Isles mixed with the repressed passion of the Irish Catholicism I have never uite been able to deny whatever my personal religious beliefsThis this the way that Amy Sackville writes especially as the book went on and really dived into itself this is still no matter what I do how I dream A sixty year old professor and his nameless twenty one year old bride are sojourning on a tiny nearly deserted island in the Orkneys for their honeymoon As with almost every story when these ages are involved he was her professor of a literary sort at an anonymous university It was a barely acknowledged courtship as you would expect with this sort something that did not exist until it very much did covered over within a week with an impulsive marriage A tale as old as time with Ns politely redacted with Victorian manners Where shall I take you he asked when we are wed ‘The sea’ she answered ‘Will you take me to the sea’The story told in chapters of each day of their honeymoon largely consists of the professor gazing upon his “young wife” as he persists in calling her He sits inside during the day pretending to work and looking at her instead She stands outside walking the beach and looking at the sea The scene is always framed by the window where he sits an almost literal snapshot of the male gaze her every movement captured and transformed by itShe however she seems to intrude on his solitude only rarely Only once does she consent to stay inside in his window seat looking at things through the distorting glass he has been watching her through for a morning only to humor him This in contrast to the days on end he can spend looking at her without tiringBut she is aware of being captured by him aware and wise it seems to him “Shall we go home” she said Home I said Well if you’re ready to come back If you’re uite sure you’ve been out long enough If youv’e no social calls to pay She sighed ‘I’m sorry I worried you’ she said “I’m sorry I moved beyond your frame Richard”My frame‘The window’ She said ‘I’m sorry I didn’t stay in the picture today’They really meet when they tell each other stories at night Some of the stories are as they are with most lovers stories of their own courtship She remembers differently than he does of course which is often the case He seems to constantly romanticize her and set her apart make her different and special something to justify his breathless obsession with her It makes sense of course He is a sixty year old man in a power position who is by any normal rational measure of human relationships taking advantage of a young woman in the throes of a tentative infatuation that he could easily have uelled if he chose He did not for the first time in his career so he tells us choose instead he possibly even obsessed than she wasShe insists that she was not wearing a purple sweater when they met has never worn purple in fact it was a green sweater He remembers her entering his class soaked with rain with leaves in her hair not removing them hardly seeming to notice She has no memory of doing this Her story when she speaks for herself in the light of day sometimes seems much straightforward Trying to impress him dressing carefully for class and thinking for days beforehand of what she will say in class hating the people who talk over her and ruin it allIn an old married couple this would be adorable provoke a smile fading memories an old man romanticizing his formerly young wife telling fairy stories to soothe them stories he probably knows in his heart are not true In a sixty year old man and his new wife it seems slightly sinister or at the very least delusional a man telling himself stories about a girl he is trying to convince himself is special and therefore worth every bit of abandonment of reason he has decided unilaterally to indulge in She is still the one indulging him knowingly but now it seems like a different sort of love one where the parties have agreed to playing roles for each other as much as they can Unsurprisingly again he fails to live up to his role than she fails to meet his In fact the argument can be made that by the end of the book she has become absorbed by her role entirely which finally allows him to complete a cycle that could not have been complete without the sort of pain yearning obsession and loss that really would not have made for the sort of marriage that makes it through as I read recently 20000 mundane WednesdaysHe meets his role in the relationship by telling her other stories too stories of enchantment which not at all surprisingly are his academic speciality There are stories of Melsuine the sea kings and the selkies Merlin and Vivien He tells stories and she listens and smiles and absorbs them More interestingly she herself then tells stories and he listens and obsesses and guards his castle jealously from the dragons of males who appear in her stories or who speak a word to her in life Their life is surrounded and bounded by stories by analyzing them living inside them thinking about their parallels and finding new variationsThey also meet in the subconscious depths of the evening where she dreams violent dreams of the sea The dreams morph each evening into nightmares all of them not surprisingly of the sea Gnashing and bashing and tearing and sighing calling and screaming and biting and scratching gasping and grasping and falling in and out of the sea and its creatures all night The sexual side of their relationship is conducted before during and after these sea voyages drenched in ancient tales and female symbolismIn one disturbing crossover of this relationship into the conscious realm his wife takes a bath and asks her husband to hold her under the water for a moment He obliges only for a moment only to have her stay there almost oblivious until he in a panic pulls her up and out of her waking fantasy just like he does every evening The frightening side of stories come to life is revealed with an urgent worry that perhaps this has gone beyond acceptable half conscious role play and both players involved need outside help to save them both from drowningI actually think that to let reality intrude for a minute and contemplate her likely place in the actual world it is most likely that the unnamed wife suffered from crippling depression from a psychosis that needed help and Richard was a form of self medication the sort of medication she's clearly been using for a long time stories tales sea creatures He supposedly had an an inexhaustible store of them thirty years worth as a professor of the stuff endless variations to tell that she could lose herself in and going to the sea was most likely to bring them out view spoiler The implication is that she drowned herself and I perhaps for my own personal bias of experience reasons believe that this is the most likely thing to have happened I do think that Richard was responsible in some sense for her death but because he aided and abetted her he let her indulge the most morose and sad parts of herself and let her play a role infatuated with it rather than seeing it for the serious issue that it is even after the bath moment which I think for most of us would have been a trigger and a recognition that perhaps there is some danger here to contemplate She pushes farther and farther and he does not rein her in and in the dual fatherlover role he's playing with the power dynamic as thrown off as it is I think there's some argument to be made that he should responsibly recognize what is going on here But he's crossed over into the tale too far away from reality like the rest of us hide spoiler