Book Review: The Islander
The Islander uses imagery to win readers over to Seamus's side. Who wouldn't fight social norms when weighed against a view like this?
"On the horizon, the sun now flickered over
the land of silhouettes, sometimes hiding behind
bruise-blue clouds, creating little sparks of light
on the surface of the water. These were the glints
of light that poets wrote about."
The scenery comes alive on multiple occasions; rain, fire, wind, and currents move the story along. It is a quiet story, despite these external forces, though. Each character nurses internal conflicts, which deepens their humanity and also slows the pace. Character development is at the heart of the scene I find most salient, a caesura in the final quarter of the story. Seamus, Aiden, the twins, and the backpacker are together in Seamus's home on The Rock when Aiden, fresh off a bout of familiar grievances, turns and sees Seamus laughing at the typewriter with his nine-year-old girls, sharing a story he has been writing just for them.
I would recommend The Islander to those who like character-driven stories, the natural world, and family drama. It reveals beauty in people and places that don't always get a second look. In that respect, The Islander shares some themes with novels by Elizabeth Strout and Fredrik Backman. It asks about what we owe each other, how we should grieve, and what we owe to each other when we are grieving. It left me with a sweet ache for the characters and an urge to go camping in Ireland.