This is a novel based on fact - that in the early hours of January 1st, 1919, as HMY Iolaire was bringing soldiers who had fought in World War I back home to the isle of Lewis, she sank just yards offshore, taking with her a generation of young men - around 200 - from the island.
This is Donald S Murray's first novel, although he's been an acclaimed writer (in several formats) for many years. It's a short book - 211 pages - but it packs one hell of an emotional punch. It takes a slow burn approach, seeing the events leading up to the disaster through the eyes of (the fictional) Tormod Morrison, whose tale is recounted by his grandson, Alasdair. The story unfolds via three timelines - Tormod's wartime journals, a young Alasdair's recollections from 1936, on visiting his grandfather, and an ageing Alasdair, in 1992, looking back.
It's beautifully written, a story, naturally, about the impact of loss, both personally and to a wider community. Indeed, it's not just the loss of lives from the Iolaire disaster - Lewis had a population of less than 30,000 at the time, and of the 6,500 Lewis men who saw action, 1,151 were killed, which was the one of the highest ratios of any community within the British Isles. Living on an Island, it's possible to have some understanding of the devasation it caused.
But Murray casts his net wider than just exploring loss; the novel also studies the complex and delicate relationships that make a family what it is, and it's this aspect that really gives the story its depth and weight. Originally from Lewis, now living in Shetland, Murray writes with a sure-handed knowledge.
In interviews he says he first had the idea for the book 15 or so years ago, but it took him several years to find the right way into the story, and several more to complete the manuscriopt. It's been a labour of love, clearly, and no doubt not an easy book to write. But the rewards - as a reader, and one would hope for the author, too - are great. A fine, fine read.