Review: Marram by Leonie Charlton

Review: Marram by Leonie Charlton

‘From the southern tip of Barra to the ancient stone circle of Callanish, Leonie and her friend Shuna ride off the beaten tracks on their beloved Highland ponies, Ross and Chief. In deeply poetic prose, she describes not only the beauties of the Hebridean landscape, its spare, penetrating light and its people, but also confronts the ghost of her mother and their deeply fractured relationship.’

Marram follows Charlton’s twenty-one day journey through the Outer Hebrides, a journey she undertakes with her friend Shuna and two ponies, Ross and Chief, the first of the ponies ridden by Charlton and the latter by her friend. It’s not only a reflection on the travel they undertake and the intentions behind the journey, but on her troubled relationship with her mother, her youth, and the kindness extended towards her by the people they encounter. One of the things that struck me most about the events that unfold is the welcoming nature and affection of those who aid Charlton and Shuna as they make their way through the beautiful, if sometimes unkind landscape of the Hebrides, and the generosity and willingness of these individuals to assist them whether with shelter, goods or recommendations for time well spent, and the openness of their companionship and what they share of their own lives.

The writing is beautifully and elegantly descriptive, bringing to life the wonderful sights as the journey unfolds, while never straying too far from the emotional impact that the experience has on Charlton, nor suggesting that there is only beauty to be found in what can and does become a harsh and threatening environment in its raw and lonely nature. The events of the journey are interspersed with memories of her relationship with her mother, from the last months of her mother’s life and too early passing, to moments from her youth and adolescence. These moments are not charted in chronological order because Charlton’s experience serves to highlight to all of us that grief is an unpredictable thing that is beyond our control and will not be held to logic or reason. Her attempts to apply some elements of reason and question her past self with the knowledge of what she has experienced in the time that has passed since her mother’s death is something familiar to anyone who has suffered through the loss of a loved one and struggled to come to terms with regrets and the longing for understandings that will never be uncovered. Her description of her mother’s deterioration and her wonderings about how she must have felt are some of the most poignant moments of the recounting of her journey, the experience of helplessly observing the inevitable captured in so accurate a way in words that I’ll admit I did have the put the book down a couple of times and try to put my own thoughts aside. This is not a detraction in any way, but quite the opposite: if a reader has to get some space from what they’re experiencing, then I believe an author has done nothing but the most effective of jobs of conveying the human experience.

On her journey, Charlton brings with her a purse of beads, planning to tie and leave a series of beads in different spots in memory of her mother, one of her enduring memories of her being her work with them and turning them into something beautiful. In locations where she recalls her mother particularly strongly, or believes she would have loved, she seeks to select some appropriate beads from the purse and leave them there, either to be eventually torn free by the wind and elements or simply to drift from where she has placed them, creating an ever-changing ‘necklace’ across the islands in her memory. The selecting of the beads, paying attention to their shape, colour and other features, becomes a ritual that brings the journey together and becomes another way of not only acknowledging her mother, but of letting go and taking another step towards acceptance of the past. There’s a comment early in the novel to the effect of the necklace changing shape as time and the elements impact the locations of the beads, which is something that has also struck me as particularly closely representative of how feelings, and even memories themselves, will never stay static as we go on to have further experiences.

Marram is out on March 19th and is a wonderful read that I enjoyed a great deal. Thank you very much to Sandstone Press for sending me a copy for review!

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