GEORGE  MACKAY  BROWN

Vinland

[ 4th novel ]
extract




At night, for twelve nights in all, the moon kept watch over the ship.  Soon she was no longer the slim shy girl child, but she seemed like a bride looking into the trembling mirrors of the sea, and then she was a princess scattering their way with silver coins, and then she was a woman who sets a lantern in the window at a cottage so that the shepherd in a blizzard can find his way home to fire and board.

Such images would not have occurred to Ranald, seated on the stern bench with Hakon Treeman, but they drifted through the mind of the old skipper, and he gave them utterance.

One night there were many clouds, and the moon was mostly hidden.  But from time to time there was a brightness at the edge of a cloud, and the moon seemed to hurry through clear patches of sky until another cloud and another and yet another covered it.

"What business are you out on tonight, moon?" said Hakon the skipper.  "What are you troubling yourself about?  Is it a cow that's wandered away from the yard?  Is it a sick child you have in a crib beside the fire, and you're off to get cures from the herb-wife?  Have you heard that the boats are in from the west with a great haul of herring, and you must hurry to get your share?  Don't trouble yourself, goodwife 
. . . There, you shake another cloud from you, and another, in your great haste this windy night to finish your business, whatever it is.  Be in no hurry.  The time will come soon enough for you, of shrinking and withering.  Then you will sit at the threshold of a black cave with a jar of cinders, and as the dead of this world troop to that place, you put ash on each mouth and eyelid.  And last poor moon you yourself turn and grope your way into the black cave, bearing your jar of cinders."

Hakon Treeman spoke so low to himself that only Ranald heard his words.

Then Hakon gave a sign so sorrowful that it seemed to Ranald like a cry of pain.

Soon Ranald covered himself with his bear blanket, and fell asleep.


for a summary of the story of Vinland, see Book Report


 






this paperback edition
published by Flamingo 1993

 


Vinland published in Italian
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Quote

Vinland started out as an incomplete short story, taken up during a subsequent 'dry season for the writer'.   
In Rockpools and Daffodils 29 November 1990, GMB writes

I found, partly to my dismay but mostly to my joy, that the pen was fairly scurrying over the paper;  images and events came crowding so fast that the pen could hardly cope with them, and the manuscript pages grew and grew on the table in front of me ...

... about what Leif Ericson and his crew found on the coast of Labrador ...
.... now was the time to introduce royalty, for the King of Norway is anxious to hear about the mysterious place called Vinland ...

By this time the story was really getting out of hand it was 20,000 words long at least and still the horizon of narrative kept broadening.

... I know now that I have a full scale novel on my hands.

GMB

Reviews


Mackay Brown is outspokenly and unapologetically a poet of peace.

Isobel Murray
Scotsman July 1992


George Mackay Brown's is a style wholly without affectation.  His prose has stealth, an unusual mixture of fragility and strength, and all the simplicity that sophisticated craft can conjure to life.

Tom Adair


Brown makes the efficient husbandry of those northern acres and the responsible life of the family man a thing of quiet heroism.

Lesley Duncan
The Herald July 1992


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