This charming and poetic book, which is part-memoir, part-fantasy, provides a rich and enlightening insight into life on a small, fictional Scottish island. Through the eyes of Jack, the brilliant, complex, and multifaceted narrator, we see life on the island firstly from the perspective of a child, entering the community from the “outside”, and then, much later, through the lens of a postie who has thoroughly integrated himself into island life, serving as a vital carrier of messages (and in more than just the literal, material sense…). Given the book’s title, it makes sense that important moments and milestones throughout Jack’s life – on the island and mainland alike – are marked through the potent imagery of the bridge. Not only do bridges serve as the enabler of Jack’s return to the mainland in the physical world, but they also ground him during his time in the bustling capital of London as well. In the latter part of the novel, it is also a bridge that holds the secret to the hidden treasures on the island.
Jack is a masterfully written character, and it is a privilege to travel with him through the various twists and turns of his life, and to share in his metamorphosising passions, from football to chemistry to Gaelic mythology. The author’s treatment of his relationships with his parents and fellow islanders is simultaneously deeply studied and authentic; I felt that the depth of his connection to Sally, in particular, served as the driving force of the novel, and was deeply stirring, something that stayed with me long after putting this book down. Charlotte, by contrast, is a disappointingly under-formed character who is hard to grasp the essence of, which becomes increasingly frustrating as her significance to the plot increases. All in all, however, I thoroughly enjoyed the dissonance between community and loneliness that the author conveys on the island, in particular through a group of women so deeply connected by language, culture, and traditions, yet forced apart by the hostile geographies of the landscape.
For around seventy-five percent of the novel, it is difficult to perceive this as a work of fantasy. Jack’s life is extraordinary in its ordinariness; the twists and turns, and mountains and valleys that demarcate his path are captivating, both in their conception and retelling, but there is no sense of magical forces at work until the refurbishment of the island bridge sets in motion a mystery-infused treasure hunt which delves deep into the island’s mythological culture. To say that this turn of events is unexpected is not to ascribe it as being in any way out of place; it is simply another (if rather significant) twist in this tale that has the reader desperate to see what comes next, and unable to put it down.
Overall, Eighth Moon Bridge is a vital and timely ode to the Gaelic language and small island culture, sprinkled with a little bit of magic, which reminds us of the unique value of the stories and traditions passed down to us, and the price we pay by neglecting them.
Disclaimer: I received an advance review copy for free, and I am leaving this review voluntarily.