Book Review Saturday – ‘Burial Rites’

I’d heard so much about this book before I picked it up that I almost felt like I’d already read it.

Image: picador.com

Image: picador.com

Hannah Kent is an absurdly young and talented Australian, for whom Burial Rites is a debut novel. It was born out of her love of Iceland, cultivated by a year-long trip she took there as a teenager, and that love drips off every page. The novel tells the story of Agnes Magnusdottir, the last woman to be executed in Iceland (in 1829), about whom very little is known besides the fact that she lived, and she died in the most public manner possible. Kent takes the bones of this story and creates a fully-fleshed tale out of them, taking us through Agnes’ youth and childhood, her religious faith, her passion for her family and for her lover, the man for whose murder she was executed, and finally the situation she finds herself in as the book opens, working as an indentured servant – essentially, a prisoner – on an isolated farm as she waits to hear when she will die. Every description reeks with realism, from the badstofa (or sleeping area) in each cottage, around which much of the ‘living’ was done – i.e. the handworking, the storytelling, the sharing of food – to the agricultural cycle of the seasons, to the slaughtering of animals, to the brutal details of childbirth, death, illness and poverty. This isn’t to say it’s a despairing or depressing book: far from it. For every painful description of suffering, there are passages detailing the beauty of the country, and the characters, all of whom are rounded and believable, lift this book into a realm of art I’ve rarely come across.

There are things I would have changed, though, particularly the fact that many chapters begin with transcriptions of actual letters and legal documents circulated between the Icelandic and Danish authorities relating to Magnusdottir’s case. We read these letters, and then exactly the same information (most of the time) is relayed to us in the chapter that follows. On occasion – an example which comes to mind being the value of the axe which was forged specifically for the execution – we learn details from the letters that aren’t (to my knowledge) repeated in the narrative, but more often than not the letters feel a bit redundant. If they had been collected in an appendix, I think it would have worked better. They’re not without value – I have a degree in history, and I understand the importance of primary sources – but they didn’t add a lot to the book in the manner in which they were used. In my opinion.

However, this was pretty much the only thing about the book which I didn’t enjoy. I loved the fact that the chapters go back and forth between Agnes’ first-person point of view and a third-person narrative voice, in particular. It’s wonderful to read parts of Agnes’ story as though you were her and other parts from a point outside her own head, learning about her childhood, her abandonment by her mother, the siblings she loved and lost, the kindnesses she did for others and her deep, abiding faith. Her life is hard: she has been making her own way from an early age, working her way around the farms of northern Iceland trying to better herself, and when she meets Natan Ketilsson, she feels she may have finally found a home. She works for him, under a promise that she will be the mistress of his house – but things do not work out the way Agnes plans. We know before the story begins that Natan is dead, a victim of murder, and Kent skilfully builds up a picture of his character (was he a God-fearing man, or not? A good, honest worker or a philandering good-for-nothing?) as we learn more about Agnes and the reasons why she finds herself where she is. She is permitted the religious services of a priest to guide her, spiritually, as she prepares for death, and she requests one particular priest who becomes drawn into her narrative, desperate to learn more about her – and as she draws him in, she begins to draw the family with whom she has been placed, too. As well as that, she draws the reader. All of us are Agnes’ audience as she tells her tale; I felt like I was huddled around the farmhouse fire in nineteenth-century Iceland, in the candlelit shadows, listening as Agnes told us of her life. We never know if we can trust her, or if what she says is true, but we want to believe it – and this is the true power, and impact, of her character.

The writing is impeccable in this novel. It is polished. It is atmospheric. It is absorbing. The pace is slow in parts, but you almost don’t mind, because the view is so good. The characterisation is incredible – Agnes is a deep and rich individual, but she is not the only one. Every character we meet has a multi-faceted existence, complicated histories and psychologies, each of them striving to survive in the only ways they know, or which are at their disposal. The Iceland of two hundred years ago comes to life in vivid colour, and the conclusion – despite the fact that it is inevitable – is at once harrowing and uplifting.

In short, I can’t quite believe this is a debut novel. Hannah Kent is a remarkable writer, and I look forward to her future work. Burial Rites is, I think, the book of her heart, which is why it is so good, but I’m sure there are plenty more stories in her repertoire.

5 thoughts on “Book Review Saturday – ‘Burial Rites’

    1. SJ O'Hart Post author

      Thanks for checking out my review, Lane. I’d love to know what you think if you get around to reading the book – it’s up there as one of my favourites.

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