- Haven: Emma Donoghue
This is a compact but richly-detailed novel, a fictional account of the first monastic settlers who arrived on Skellig Michael, an island off the southwest coast of Ireland in the seventh century.
The scholar and priest called Artt is staying at the monastery of Cluain Mhic Nóise when he has a vision that prompts him to leave what he considers to be a dissolute society. He sets off by boat to wherever God takes him accompanied by the two other monks that he has seen in his vision, old Cormac and young Trian. This unlikely pair feel honoured to have been singled out and swear obedience to Artt. Together they go off willingly on their adventure. They arrive at the Skellig Islands, two stony outcrops in the Atlantic Ocean, densely populated by birds and completely isolated.
Before not too long, it becomes apparent that Artt is a religious zealot and a hard taskmaster. He expects the others to follow his example of living in Christ and puts their spiritual needs before their physical needs, all the while stamping out any spark of individuality. Cracks begin to form in this unequal brotherhood as Artt's mantra of 'God will provide' begins to sound more and more hollow and delusional. He forbids them to trade with outsiders so the trio resorts to plundering the island's natural resources as they eke out a meagre existence on their stony outcrop. Illness, punishment and the hunting and killing of birds make for a grim read as the story gains pace in intensity before it all falls apart.
I found this to be a compelling tale with a claustrophobic quality as it only concerns those three characters and it becomes darker in tone as the summer gives way to winter. The isolation of the three men is tangible and their day to day existence of hunting, fishing, sowing and praying is very detailed and convincing. It's a haunting story that will linger on the memory. When I see a picture of the beehive huts on Skellig Michael I might think of poor Trian running after a great auk trying to turn it into a roast dinner or poor old Cormac trying to carve a cross out of stone without the proper tools while Artt the Fanatical dreams of making his name in the name of the lord.