"Autumn fell upon the valley like a gasp. Margaret, lying awake in the extended gloom of the October morning, her lungs mossy with mucus, wondered at how the light had grown slow in coming; how it seemed to stagger through the window, as though weary from traveling such a long way."
You won't want to come up for air.
Burial Rites, whilst a work of fiction, is based on the true events surrounding the last public execution in Iceland. That of Agnes Magnusdottir, a pauper and servant who was convicted for her involvement in the savage murder of two men, and sentenced to death by decapitation, with an axe! Perhaps the fate worse than death is waiting for it, under the eyes of a supercilious community who want to see the monster removed from their lives.
By official order Agnes is forced to live her last days in the custody of a rural family. Her only reprieve from their judgement seems initially to be from Toti, the reverend appointed to accompany her troubled soul on its final journey to God. But Anges and the family, endlessly working in increasingly grim weather, are soon bound by their common struggle to survive and they start to learn that perhaps there is more to her story than they have been lead to believe.
Set in 1829 in the severe and barren farmlands of northern Iceland, Burial Rites is a captivating tale of human suffering and dogged determination for survival. It makes you think about what it means to be free. Freedom from persecution, freedom from hunger, freedom from prejudice and freedom to exist without oppression amongst others.
Life in Iceland in the early 1800's (perhaps even now) is brutally hard. Iceland is living under Danish rule but is not blessed with such mainland luxuries as glass for their windows or timber for their floors. The people are at the fickle mercy of the weather and are forced to organise their lives around the seasons. One fierce and cruel winter, which Kent just so easily takes you to, sees the church ground so frozen that to dig a grave is impossible, and a young Agnes is forced to live weeks with her dead foster mother in the food store until the ground thaws.
And the more I read the more I understood how this merciless life is particularly harsh for women, and especially peasant women, like Agnes. Women were discouraged or banned from learning (other than religious scriptures), they were at the mercy of farm owners to allow them to work on their farms, and servant who wouldn't "lift her skirts" for a farmer might be thrown out in the cold, jobless and homeless.
Hannah Kent obviously has an intimate relationship with Iceland (she did a school exchange there) and amazingly with Agnes herself as well. It is just unbelievable that a young Australian woman (this is her debut novel) seems able to reach through time to lock hands with Anges Magnusdottir and bring her to us. Or maybe Agnes reached to her and begged for her story to be told. It certainly feels that way. Kent's attention to historic detail is compelling but it's the colours in between that bring Agnes's breath to your skin. Five stars.
