(Please note this review is for the novella, not the later novel of the same name.)
Ian
R. Macleod’s 1998 The Summer Isles is
the story of an aging homosexual man caught up in the politics of his
time. Though set in the time between the
world wars, there remains a lot about the novella the reader will not
recognize. A work of alternate history
commenting upon early- to mid-20th century British politics, the narrowness of
the aim is more than made up for by Macleod’s quality prose, characters, and
method.
At
the outset of The Summer Isles,
Griffin Brooke is drowning in self-pity.
Hope for a meaningful relationship long lost, he takes a much bigger hit
when told by his physician that terminal lung cancer will end his life much
sooner than expected. The reader is thereafter
tossed on the rapids of Brooke’s formative youth, the book he is thinking of
writing, days with his first love, early professions, his present life as a
professor at Oxford, his despair, as well as professional connections. Turbulent so say the least, the prognosis soon leads him to
think of doing something rash. Fate
intervening, Britain’s
political situation takes on a new light.
Macleod
critical of British political interests in the 20th century (and seemingly
beyond), the story is set in a scenario wherein the Allies lose WWI. Britain aligning with totalitarian
governments in the aftermath, the man who takes power, one John Arthur, comes
down hard on all unconventional lifestyles and cultures, including
homosexuality, Judaism, the Irish, and other social mores and cultural
differences which fly in the face of British gentility and homogeneity. The decades preceding WWII used to spin
Britain in a new direction, Macleod examines the idea of whether mankind makes
history, or vice versa—an idea expressed when Brooke ponders the book he’s
writing: “…Napoleon. Was he a maker of history, or was he its servant?” This dualism explored via story, Macleod’s
conclusion is beyond trite. Subtly
worked into Brooke’s situation and story, The
Summer Isles possesses multiple layers of depth that reward upon
re-reading.
If
there is a problem with the novella, it would be that it begs to be
expanded. Scenes, characters, thoughts,
and conversations detailed enough to give the story chewable substance, there
remains an expanse of story never touched, hanging just out of reach. The camps for Jews and Irish, Brooke’s
childhood, his life as a teacher, and his attempts at writing are just some of
the ideas that could be expanded to give the story a foundation that better
supports the ideas being driven at.
Though I have not read the novel length rendering Macleod made of the
novella, I can only imagine given the man’s skills as a writer, the story does
nothing but benefit.
In
the end, The Summer Isles is a
superbly written story that utilizes the life and memories of an elderly man to
examine post-WWI Britain
and whether history possesses agency. A
deeper knowledge of English history adding depth to the novel, it remains
wholly possible to enjoy the novella at a personal level; Brooke’s story is
human, affective, and reflects Macleod’s thematic aims like a mirror. The
Summer Isles carefully crafted, the prose and narrative structure intersect
to present a high quality story that moves fluidly between time frames, and
cuts to the bone of meaning in the choice of words. Likewise utilizing a non-linear format, the
awards the novella won would seem well deserved and help to keep the standard
for quality of writing in science fiction high.
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