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293 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 27, 2019
They were left together in the cove then with its dirt-floored stud tilt, with its garden of root vegetables and its scatter of outbuildings, with its looming circle of hills and rattling brook and its view of the ocean's grey expanse beyond the harbour skerries. The cove was the heart and sum of all creation in their eyes and they were alone there with the little knowledge of the world passed on haphazard and gleaned by chance.
It was a torment and a respite to be away from his sister, to escape the confines of time spent with someone he would have died for and could hardly manage to speak to anymore. All the days of his life he had been inclined to her orbit and he canted toward her still though she seemed as distant as the moon. Even when they were together in the tilt she sat somewhere out of reach. Where Ada was concerned he felt he was the blinder in their childhood game, reeving around sightless with his useless hands before his face.
The sun had long set and the only light in the room was from the fire and Evered watched his sister in that darkling. Just able to make out her features though he could have touched her without moving from his seat. Her ebony ponytail only visible in motion, when she turned her head or tipped her face back to drain her mug. And he thought it was a genuine picture of Ada, that it was as true a sight as a person could hope to take of another in this life. That anything more was gossip and fairy tale, umbrage, wishful thinking.
Didn't much care for this one or some of the places it took the reader. A tedious read, for me, unlike Crummey's SWEETLAND.
Many thanks to Doubleday Books via NetGalley for the arc in exchange for an honest review.
– The ocean and the firmament and the sum of God’s stars were created in seven days.
– Sun hounds prophesy coarse weather.
– The death of a horse is the life of a crow.
– You were never to sleep before the fire was douted.
– The winter’s flour and salt pork had to last till the first seals came in on the ice in March month.
– The dead reside in heaven and heaven sits among the stars.
– Nothing below the ocean’s surface lies still.
– Idleness is the root of all troubles.
– Their baby sister died an innocent and sits at God’s right hand and hears their prayers.
– Any creature on the earth or in the sea could be killed and eaten.
– A body must bear what can’t be helped.
He asked how they had managed in the cove on their own and for the first time Ada had to consider their lives as they might look from the outside, as a story she might tell a stranger. She spoke of Mary Oram and of the infant Martha who was gone but still with them, of the Beadle aboard The Hope and the whitecoat they almost died taking off the ice. There was the storm that wrecked the ship on the coast, the icebound vessel with its dead man at the stove and the trunk of clothes where she salvaged her trousers and waistcoat and tricorn. She mentioned the bear and her cub, she told Warren about the unlikely Captain Truss and Mrs Brace who had saved her life, about trapping with Evered up the brook and along Black Bear River over the winter.
Orphans, Warren had called Ada and her brother. It was a peculiar feeling to learn there was a word for it. That they were not the only people in the world to suffer the condition. She imagined Evered lost to her forever in some far-flung corner of the earth, not knowing if he was quick or dead, and that seemed worse somehow than the thought of her parents adrift in the waters off the cove, of Martha lying in her grave of peat on the Downs. She thought for a long time about the fist-sized clutch of terror that had come over her after Evered announced the strangers on the landwash. That sense of dread absolute and amorphous though there was nothing vague about what lay at its root.
The Innocents is the coming-of-age story of Evered and Ada Best, young siblings who find themselves orphaned and alone in a remote, isolated cove in northern Newfoundland after their parents and infant sister succumb to fatal illnesses. In true Crummey fashion, the tale is set in a rural, bygone place that is simultaneously so brutal and bewitching that the island itself becomes a complex, unruly character.while there is no getting around the fact this is a coming-of-age story, by melding it with a tale of desperate, hardscrabble, survival crummey has created a story that feels singularly new. crummey also takes on some very difficult ideas headfirst, despite his initial hesitation to not "touch it with a ten-foot pole.". and when he goes to these taboo places with his story, they aren't sensationalized. they are heartbreaking, raw, and inescapable parts of the children's existence.
Rich with visceral descriptions and outport dialogue that transports readers in both place and time, the story traces the siblings’ bone-tiring bid to stave off death as they grow up in the only place they know as home. Left with little more than an unreliable skiff and a set of memorized idioms to guide them (“A body must bear what can’t be helped”), the siblings battle starvation, the relentless cruelty of rain, cold and winter, and, eventually, a foreign form of isolation: the unexplained onset of puberty. Crummey deftly portrays the physical elements of adolescence as yet another mystifying imposition of nature, but one that both alienates the Best siblings and irrevocably binds them.