Books about books always offer a bonus. They lead you to other books. I first heard of Orkney-born poet George Mackay Brown through reading Howard's End is on the Landing (well worth a read in itself). For the Islands I Sing is his autobiography.
I got my copy secondhand and it is not in the best condition. The first page is torn and it is warped from a soaking (I hope it was dropped in the bath rather than the toilet). Oddly for me, this did not put me off, rather, it added character to the book
Books about books always offer a bonus. They lead you to other books. I first heard of Orkney-born poet George Mackay Brown through reading Howard's End is on the Landing (well worth a read in itself). For the Islands I Sing is his autobiography.
I got my copy secondhand and it is not in the best condition. The first page is torn and it is warped from a soaking (I hope it was dropped in the bath rather than the toilet). Oddly for me, this did not put me off, rather, it added character to the book. Rumpled and careworn, it suited my image of the author.
The book itself is well written and easy-going. Mackay Brown seems to have lead a charmed life and we read mostly pleasant reminiscences of beer, whisky and friends. The poet we find is not a sturm und drang writer of high flown ideals but one of real life. It is his homeland of Orkney which inspires him. His gentle prose lets us share in that.
The book is only let down by a number of 'impressionistic essays' which seem forced and stilted. In these he seems to be trying hard to write Literature and it contrasts oddly with the smooth flow of the rest of the book.
The poet writes:
"A good book belongs to all ages, it is an oasis of water and greenery, it is watched over by its own generous spirit."
Mackay Brown's book definitely belongs in this category.
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I read this to help me get a sense of the Orkneys, where I'll be spending a week later this summer, and it does provide a strong sense of place. The initial chapters give a short history of the islands and their people that was very evocative. After that, Brown comes across as a willfully eccentric person who lived a rather lonely life, with a lot of alcohol. I admit I found the long literary passages too rambling and skipped over them.
It's beautifully written and as with pretty well everything else, George Brown hid more than he revealed but what's wrong with being private? In the book he traces his life which, with a digression to Edinburgh in his relative youth, was spent in Stromness and indeed rarely did he leave Orkney. But then read his poetry and novels and get how the islands were his life blood and inspiration. His was a modest life from a material sense but rich in imagination and in the mysticism of the Orcadian pa
It's beautifully written and as with pretty well everything else, George Brown hid more than he revealed but what's wrong with being private? In the book he traces his life which, with a digression to Edinburgh in his relative youth, was spent in Stromness and indeed rarely did he leave Orkney. But then read his poetry and novels and get how the islands were his life blood and inspiration. His was a modest life from a material sense but rich in imagination and in the mysticism of the Orcadian past.
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George Mackay Brown, the poet, novelist and dramatist, spent his life living in and documenting the Orkney Isles.
A bout of severe measles at the age of 12 became the basis for recurring health problems throughout his life. Uncertain as to his future, he remained in education until 1940, a year which brought with it a growing reality of the war, and the unexpected death of his father. The followin
George Mackay Brown, the poet, novelist and dramatist, spent his life living in and documenting the Orkney Isles.
A bout of severe measles at the age of 12 became the basis for recurring health problems throughout his life. Uncertain as to his future, he remained in education until 1940, a year which brought with it a growing reality of the war, and the unexpected death of his father. The following year he was diagnosed with (then incurable) Pulmonary Tuberculosis and spent six months in hospital in Kirkwall, Orkney's main town.
Around this time, he began writing poetry, and also prose for the Orkney Herald for which he became Stromness Correspondent, reporting events such as the switching on of the electricity grid in 1947. In 1950 he met the poet Edwin Muir, a fellow Orcadian, who recognised Mackay Brown's talent for writing, and would become his literary tutor and mentor at Newbattle Abbey College, in Midlothian, which he attended in 1951-2. Recurring TB forced Mackay Brown to spend the following year in hospital, but his experience at Newbattle spurred him to apply to Edinburgh University, to read English Literature, returning to do post-graduate work on Gerard Manley Hopkins.
In later life Mackay Brown rarely left Orkney. He turned to writing full-time, publishing his first collection of poetry,
The Storm
, in 1954. His writing explored life on Orkney, and the history and traditions which make up Orkney's distinct cultural identity. Many of his works are concerned with protecting Orkney's cultural heritage from the relentless march of progress and the loss of myth and archaic ritual in the modern world. Reflecting this, his best known work is
Greenvoe
(1972), in which the permanence of island life is threatened by 'Black Star', a mysterious nuclear development.
Mackay Brown's literary reputation grew steadily. He received an OBE in 1974 and was made a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature in 1977, in addition to gaining several honorary degrees. His final novel,
Beside the Ocean of Time
(1994) was Booker Prize shortlisted and judged Scottish Book of the Year by the Saltire Society. Mackay Brown died in his home town of Stromness on 13th April 1996.
He produced several poetry collections, five novels, eight collections of short stories and two poem-plays, as well as non-fiction portraits of Orkney, an autobiography,
For the Islands I Sing
(1997), and published journalism.
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