Lauren Aimee Curtis, born in Sydney and recently named one of Granta’s Best of Young British Novelists, sets her intriguing second book on the Aeolian island of Salina in the late 19th century, when the arrival of phylloxera destroyed the island’s vines and economy, prompting mass emigration. These facts are easy to deduce, especially with the clarification provided in the author’s note, but in the novel itself Curtis names the island ‘S’ and the time becomes ‘that spring, when the men arrived’. She entices us into the mythical realm of not-quite history.
Part One is narrated by Giulia, looking back to when she was ten years old and telling her story to a ‘professor’ who has written a book. She chides him for being ‘obsessed with the aphid’ and missing the human side of the island’s story:
There is no mention of the shipmaster in your book, nothing about our village. There is nothing about the men who arrived on our island in the spring before the vines began to die.
These portentous men are prisoners, put under the control of the shipmaster’s sons and summoned by a trumpet call at the end of each day to be counted.
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