4.5 stars; just shy of 5 because I wish it was longer!
For someone who doesn’t actively seek out ghost stories, I sure feel like some truly remarkable ones have been zeroing in on me for the past few years.
The island of Merlank is home to the wandering Dead who drift across the island leaving entropy in their wake and who can kill any man on sight. For as long as anyone can remember, it’s been the task of the Ferryman to gather up these wayward ghosts and take them to the Island of the Broken Tower, where they can finally move on.
Milo’s father has always been convinced that his son was never cut out to be a Ferryman like himself. Milo, he says, has always been too soft for any dealings with the Dead. But one day, grave misfortune falls upon them and Milo finds himself stepping into the Ferryman’s shoes. Following at his heels are a newly restless cadre of the waiting Dead…with his father as one of this ghostly crew.
In pursuit of Milo’s ship is the Lord of Merlank, unable to accept his young daughter’s untimely loss. And with him are his army of guards and two sinister magicians who will use any mystic trick up their sleeves. Soon, a race to the Island begins, and Milo will face off against grief-winged creatures, shrouded phantoms, and death-marked visions as he ferries his passengers towards deliverance.
‘Island of Whispers’ is simply a gorgeously told tale. Hardinge, one of the best fantasists around, has a talent for conjuring up images that are impossible to shake. A psychopomp ship that sails the seam between worlds. Otherworldly critters that mark the crossing from mortal seas to uncanny waters. The Dead scrawling down their soot-black final wishes. Pale arches of crossings and silver shores from the life beyond the sea. These starkly unforgettable images, crafted with Hardinge’s signature hymnlike prose, are punctuated with an eerie series of illustrations by Emily Gravett, and you’d best bet I’ve already marked down a physical copy of the book as a must-have.
I think the key to any properly melancholic ghost story is the underlying whisper of what could have been, and this sigh haunts ‘Island of Whispers’ in spades. With her wandering Dead, Hardinge summons up wonder, heartache, and sometimes even terror, underscored by the last of their human-selves that continue to cling on. Particularly painful is the journey of the lord’s daughter, who laments that she always ‘thought there would be time’ to dream out her days. And then there’s Milo’s departed father, whose sternly lingering voice remains a phantom presence over his son’s shoulder. It is a bittersweet affair to watch these ghosts bid farewell: to those whom it hurts to leave behind, to a life that has been lived, to what will never be.
The gentling pulse of this story lies with Milo and his own quiet soul-growth. Here is a boy with a mantle he never meant to take up, who’s always been told he was too mild-hearted for such a grim and austere duty as this. Yet Milo’s reserves of empathy and imagination, his willingness to lower his guard, and his fervent determination to tide every soul over and be true to their memories…all these may just be what the living and the Dead have needed all along.
‘Island of Whispers’ is a tender novella about grief and valediction, a meditation on how to potently
experience the hearts we’ve got and hold lives dear while we’re still here. It left me feeling kinder and wiser for having read it, and for that alone, I really can’t recommend this little tale enough.