George Mackay Brown's fourth novel Vinland is the story of Ranald, son of Sigmund Firemouth, who sets sail from his native Orkney to ply trade with Greenland, Norway and Iceland as his forefathers did before him. Through a stroke of fate young Ranald stows away on Leif Ericson's ship the Westseeker, finally to step ashore in America, which Ericson calls Vinland. There the Viking crew encounter an American Indian tribe, calling them the 'skraelings' ('savages'). Young Ranald befriends a skraeling boy, but through a terrible misunderstanding, friendship turns to hatred and the crew of the Westseeker must leave the shores of Vinland.
Thus begins the epic saga of Ranald Sigmund, of his travels in Norway and Ireland, and of his eventual return to Orkney to reclaim the farm of his ancestors. Along the way we meet kings and poets, monks and warriors, we hear the magical tale of St. Brandon and the Isle of the Blessed, and we find ourselves midst the bloody battle of Clontarf in Ireland.
It has been said of Mackay Brown's work that it possesses "a strangeness and magic rare anywhere in literature today", and after reading this short novel you will be convinced of the truth of this. If it were not for the fact that the author hails from Orkney rather than South America, he would have been acknowledged as a master of 'magic realism' long ago. There is a poetic intensity and a visionary quality about his prose that makes you realise that you are reading the work of a contemporary bard or 'skald' as the Vikings would have called him.
The description of the battle of Clontarf and the carrying of the raven banner is one of the most frightening and incandescent descriptions of pitched battle that I have ever read. Few writers today could take you to the heart of a bloody confrontation - fought only with axes, swords and arrows - and simultaneously describe both the horror and the ecstasy experienced by the warriors on the battlefield.
Neither you nor I will ever be able to visit the Dark Ages of the north, but reading Vinland is as good as first-class ticket to the time of the Vikings, when Christianity and the Old Gods vied for the souls and flesh of crofters and warriors alike.George Mackay Brown evokes the sights, the sounds, the smells, even the very tastes of the times in a way that few writers today seem capable of.
If you have ever dreamed of being transported back in time, and if you want to be utterly spellbound by the journey, you cannot afford not to read this book.