My favourite read of this year so far is Naomi Alderman’s The Power. I picked this book up with the idea that it might cover some of the same territory and perhaps reproduce some of the same magic.
It’s style is haunting, dark and compelling. Three young women live on a remote island – we are neither sure where nor when, only that their mother and a male father figure, ‘King’ tell them that the outside world is dangerous – women are treated without respect and the very air itself can cause them harm. To “strengthen” their hearts and minds, they are subjected to what can only be described as mental and physical tortures. But the reader can see that these ordeals rather keep them supressed, living both physically and emotionally with so little nourishment.
Once, women used to seek refuge here. But now, they are alone. One day, King disappears. Shortly after that, two men and a boy wash ashore. What follows is a taut but slow unwinding of relationships and lies – but no real truths. I am still left wondering many things after closing the final page.
I found this lyrical and spare novel on the Man Booker Longlist – sadly it never made it to the shortlist. In a sense, I can see why. This book poses a lot of fascinating questions – enough to garner serious interest. But without answers, the reader is left wondering as to the exact purpose and message of Sophie Mackintosh.