Kathleen Jamie's writing is beautifully calm & thoughtful. They're the adjectives I would use to describe this lovely collection of essays which all hinge on the idea of seeing. I find the best way to read essays or short stories is to read one a day so that I have time to mull over the words & the images that the best essays & stories call up. I haven't read any of her poetry but I think that must be my next step.
The other attraction of Jamie's writing is the setting. Most of the essays are about Scotland. The most evocative writing is about Scotland. She writes about staying on the remote island of Rona, out in the North Atlantic, on the way to Iceland. She is going there with a couple of scientists, one an archaeologist, to observe the bird colonies & plotting the grave markers in the churchyard of St Ronan's chapel, to record the damage of the elements. She describes how she helps Stuart, the ornithologist, count the number of nests of the rare Leach's petrel.The birds nest in the field walls of the ruined village & Jamie is instructed to give three blasts from a Walkman with a recording of the bird's call on it "anywhere that looks likely" & listen from the response if there's a bird on the nest. She soon learns to pick the likely places but Stuart is worried about the much smaller numbers of nests than on his last visit, ten years before.
Another essay describes three visits to the remote island of St Kilda. St Kilda has become an iconic place. Once a place where a few crofters made a precarious living scaling the cliffs for birds eggs, the last inhabitants asked to be evacuated from the island in the 1930s. The conditions were just too hard & the young people had all left for the mainland in search of work. The island is now a bird sanctuary managed by the National Trust & it's become a dream destination for bird fanciers. On the first attempt, the weather turns the boat back, disappointing the tourists who have come from all over the world to see the birds. A couple of years later, Jamie tries again, chartering the same boat & anxiously watching the weather forecast. This time, they get there but have to leave early due to a worsening weather forecast. Jamie just has time to take in the radar base on the island, tracking possible missile launches & the little museum with its photos of 19th century men & shawled women.
Eventually, a few years later, Jamie goes to St Kilda as part of a group of scientists surveying the cultural landscape of the now World Heritage site. The ruined village narrowly escaped destruction when the army built the radar base & now the Heritage listing means it can't be touched. There are also ancient, possibly prehistoric structures called cleits, to be surveyed. Cleits were storehouses, made of drystone & roofed with turf. Deciding how old the cleits were is a problem. As one of the archaeologists says, "The Stone Age went on until 1930!"
Whales are a constant presence in the book. Watching a group of killer whales circling an island, musing on the giant whale jaws set up as gateways in former whaling ports. My favourite essay was about a visit to a museum in Bergen. The Hvalsalen, the Whale Hall, was in the process of restoration. The many whale skeletons collected & displayed in the 19th century are being cleaned & repaired. The size of the skeletons raises many questions. How were the specimens collected? Were they the results of whaling, deliberately hunted for the purposes of being displayed in the Museum, or were they whales that had been stranded? Even more interesting, how did they get the skeletons up several flights of stairs to their final resting place? The meticulous cleaning of the bones will take months using ammonia, toothpicks & a washing-up brush. Imagine tackling the cleaning of the skeleton of a blue whale with such tools.
There's so much of interest in this essay. The wonder of the exhibits - 24 cetaceans suspended from the roof of the Museum. The sheer size of the whales & the beauty of their buttery colour & graceful sweeping bones. The troubling questions about the history of the whaling trade, the immense damage done to whale populations that still goes on today, although at a smaller scale. The dedicated work of conservation being done by the team of young workers, none of whom have ever seen a live whale.
It was a privilege to be able to see this place & all the journeys in this book through Kathleen Jamie's eyes.
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Saturday, June 2, 2012
Findings - Kathleen Jamie
I first heard of Kathleen Jamie's books through reading about the publication of her new book, Sightlines, at Dovegreyreader & at Desperate Reader here & here. I love reading about Scotland, especially the islands & this sounded perfect. Findings is a series of essays about journeys that the author takes around Scotland & the observations she makes. Jamie is a poet & this is obvious from the beautiful way she describes the places, animals & objects that she observes. There are essays about the skyline above Edinburgh, a visit to Playfair Hall which houses a collection of anatomical specimens & a boat trip out of Tobermory where she sees whales & dolphins playing. Bird watching is a constant theme as Jamie watches a pair of peregrines nesting or sighting a rare crane.
My favourite essay is about a trip to the prehistoric monument of Maes Howe on Mainland Orkney. There are many prehistoric monuments on the Orkney islands. Maes Howe is a chambered cairn where the bones of the dead were placed. The cairn was constructed so that the light of the setting sun would enter the tomb for just a moment at the midwinter solstice. Jamie has been thinking about the metaphors of darkness & light & how they've been used over the years so decides to see if she can visit the cairn at the solstice & see the light filling the tomb. This happens for several days around the time of the solstice if the weather conditions are favourable. No one really knows what the purpose of the light was. Was it a religious symbol or a way of telling the time of year? Did it have some magical significance? Did Neolithic people enter the tomb at solstice or was the show just for the ancestors?
You enter into the inner chamber of the tomb by a low passageway more than 25 feet long. It's more of a journey than a gateway. You don't have to crawl on hands and knees, but neither can you walk upright. The stone roof bears down on your spine; a single enormous slab of stone forms the wall you brush with your left shoulder. You must walk in that stooped position just a moment too long, so when you're admitted to the cairn two sensations come at once: you're glad to stand, and the other is a sudden appreciation of stone. You are admitted into a solemn place which is not a heart at all, or even a womb, but a cranium.
The atmosphere was slightly marred by the presence of surveyors from Historic Scotland, taking measurements of the tomb to check whether there has been erosion to the fabric of the stone. Their bright lights & the presence of webcams detract from the atmosphere a little. The weather is cloudy & Jamie doesn't experience the moment of light entering the tomb but she isn't too disappointed.
My ventures into light and dark had been ill-starred. I'd had no dramatic dark, neither at sea nor in the tomb, and no resurrecting beam of sunlight. But lasers are light, aren't they? Intensified, organised light. I'd crept into Maes Howe at solstice, hoping for Neolithic technology; what I'd found was the technology of the 21st century. Here were skilled people passing light over these same stones, still making measurements by light and time. That thought pleased me.
I enjoyed reading about Kathleen Jamie's journeys through time & around Scotland. In a busy world, she manages to stop & experience nature, watching birds & examining the corpse of a whale on the beach. I'm looking forward very much to reading Sightlines.
My favourite essay is about a trip to the prehistoric monument of Maes Howe on Mainland Orkney. There are many prehistoric monuments on the Orkney islands. Maes Howe is a chambered cairn where the bones of the dead were placed. The cairn was constructed so that the light of the setting sun would enter the tomb for just a moment at the midwinter solstice. Jamie has been thinking about the metaphors of darkness & light & how they've been used over the years so decides to see if she can visit the cairn at the solstice & see the light filling the tomb. This happens for several days around the time of the solstice if the weather conditions are favourable. No one really knows what the purpose of the light was. Was it a religious symbol or a way of telling the time of year? Did it have some magical significance? Did Neolithic people enter the tomb at solstice or was the show just for the ancestors?
You enter into the inner chamber of the tomb by a low passageway more than 25 feet long. It's more of a journey than a gateway. You don't have to crawl on hands and knees, but neither can you walk upright. The stone roof bears down on your spine; a single enormous slab of stone forms the wall you brush with your left shoulder. You must walk in that stooped position just a moment too long, so when you're admitted to the cairn two sensations come at once: you're glad to stand, and the other is a sudden appreciation of stone. You are admitted into a solemn place which is not a heart at all, or even a womb, but a cranium.
The atmosphere was slightly marred by the presence of surveyors from Historic Scotland, taking measurements of the tomb to check whether there has been erosion to the fabric of the stone. Their bright lights & the presence of webcams detract from the atmosphere a little. The weather is cloudy & Jamie doesn't experience the moment of light entering the tomb but she isn't too disappointed.
My ventures into light and dark had been ill-starred. I'd had no dramatic dark, neither at sea nor in the tomb, and no resurrecting beam of sunlight. But lasers are light, aren't they? Intensified, organised light. I'd crept into Maes Howe at solstice, hoping for Neolithic technology; what I'd found was the technology of the 21st century. Here were skilled people passing light over these same stones, still making measurements by light and time. That thought pleased me.
I enjoyed reading about Kathleen Jamie's journeys through time & around Scotland. In a busy world, she manages to stop & experience nature, watching birds & examining the corpse of a whale on the beach. I'm looking forward very much to reading Sightlines.
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