Skyborn is the story of Bastjan, a circus boy who, under the stern hand of his uncaring Circus Master stepfather, is encouraged to attempt the most daring high-wire act – the very one that killed his mother, Ester. But he knows he must go up, or everything else will tumble… But let's step back a bit...
Bastjan has discovered a box of his late mother’s notebooks and possessions, including a bracelet which holds the memories of all those who have possessed it – secrets of old times and other worlds that mustn’t fall into the wrong hands. And I don’t think it’s a huge spoiler if I say that Bastjan’s stepfather, Quinn, definitely has a pair of wrong hands. But they’re not the only ones.
To protect his mother’s secrets, Bastjan is launched on a chase and race adventure through a nineteenth century landscape, caught between real and imagined. It has grime and steampunk, with descriptions so vivid you can smell the mess tent, the campfire smoke, the greasepaint of the backstage make-up. You can hear the whirr and clunk of an old circus get-up and the crowds, and the animals as they whinny and snort in the late evening air. Everything, even the murkiest corner, is in such sharp relief, it’s like Dickens with WD40. O’Hart’s writing slides the reader from one scene to the next, nose and eyes full of the world she’s created, allowing it to build and build and envelop the senses.
The story is jam-packed with colourful characters – each as showy as the acts they perform, but with real depth, flaws as well as draws. But it’s Alice, the headstrong stowaway girl, and Crake, Bastjan’s strongman friend, that are the star supports. Each brings a saving grace without interfering with Bastjan’s own journey, as he turns nervous tumbler to fearless quester. The adventure takes place on the ground and in the air, and, swinging like a trapeze, flawlessly catches the threads and weaves them together. There’s nothing loose or unsolved, until the end… And this is what I love so much…. The performance isn’t wrapped up neatly with a bow; the ringmaster doesn’t come in and introduce the final act. It hangs. And where the story was so marvellously the creation of the writer, what happens next will be down to your imagination.
Immersive and imaginative, magical and tense as a tightrope, Skyborn is a superb story. An Oliver with a twist in the tale. It should be a film. It’s definitely a modern classic.