Afterlands
- Publisher
- Knopf Canada
- Initial publish date
- Aug 2006
- Category
- Sea Stories, 21st Century, Historical
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Paperback / softback
- ISBN
- 9780676976786
- Publish Date
- Aug 2006
- List Price
- $19.95
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From acclaimed writer Steven Heighton comes an utterly compelling story set in an age of rising nationalism and growing intolerance. Afterlands re-imagines the true story of two men and a woman who, along with sixteen unlucky companions, were cast adrift on an ice floe after the 1872 Polaris expedition failed. Roland Kruger, a German immigrant, finds himself drawn to the mysterious Inuit woman Tukulito, while George Tyson, the compromised leader of the expedition, faces a mutiny as supplies run low. But it is only when Tyson publishes his dangerously dishonest account of the polar events a few years afterward that the full effects of those tragic months of hardship and deprivation are felt.
Afterlands is a novel rich with unrequited love, divided loyalty and unsettled scores. This novel is a triumph of storytelling from one of Canada’s most acclaimed writers. Gripping and beautiful, it is a scintillating exploration of the extremes of human experience. Afterlands brilliantly examines both a devastating encounter with the natural world and the unrelenting demands of the human heart.
About the author
Contributor Notes
STEVEN HEIGHTON was the author of the novel Afterlands, which was a New York Times Book Review Editors’ Choice along with a best book of the year selection in ten publications in Canada, the US, and the UK; and has been optioned for film. He is also the author of The Shadow Boxer, a Canadian bestseller and a Publishers Weekly Book of the Year. His work has been translated into ten languages, and his poems and stories have appeared in the London Review of Books, Poetry, Tin House, The Walrus, Europe, Agni, Poetry London, Brick, Best English Stories, and many others. Heighton has won several awards and has been nominated for the Governor General’s Literary Award, the Trillium Award, and Britain’s W.H. Smith Award. He died in 2022.
Excerpt: Afterlands (by (author) Steven Heighton)
One
BURY ME AT SEA
But what thinks Lazarus? Can he warm his blue hands by holding them up to the grand northern lights? Would not Lazarus rather be in Sumatra than here? Would he not far rather lay him down lengthwise along the line of the equator . . . go down to the fiery pit itself, in order to keep out this frost?
–Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
Wanted to shadow the three of you, all scattered
by the one storm. Tracked you (or some sediment,
cinder of you) to churchyards along the seaboard
near Mystic, or indio graveyards above the gaunt
gorges of Sinaloa – a search party of one, a mere
century-plus late. No, more – with every resource
I searched, clue traced, a shade more of your oblivious
withdrawal, waning to ash, as I scrawled my course
(it seemed) ever nearer, through tiered detritus
downward, by the spadeful, a volunteer
unwilling to leave the warlike scene –
recovering just fragments, fallout, DNA.
–Dawson City, Yukon, September 2001
Hartford, Connecticut, September 1876
An Esquimau playing Mendelssohn is a tremendous novelty. The local gentry fill the seats of the Main Street Memorial Hall, whiskery gentlemen in frock coats and wing collars, the ladies in gowns and layer-cake hats trimmed with ribbon and mock flora. Their elegant figures are shored up by trusses or corsets – synthetic exoskeletons fortified with whalebone. If any members of this audience make a connection between their own underclothes and the presence onstage of a child from the Arctic whaling grounds, they don’t let on. They are effusive in their praise of the little Esquimau. She is clearly a prodigy. She is only ten years of age! She has been playing the piano for only three years! How charming she looks in her cream cotton dress with the puffed sleeves, the ends of her braids joined at the small of her back with a red ribbon bow. As they whisper and nod, a lush welling of self-appreciation and security warms their chests.
In fact, Punnie is not playing as well as she did when rehearsing for the recital with her teacher, Mr Chusley, who will be performing after her and before the chief attraction, a master recitalist from Leipzig who is said to have known Mendelssohn personally. This lean and tousled master, seated severely in the front row, will be aware that the girl has committed a few slips. What he doesn’t know is that her playing also lacks its usual earnest, beguiling zest. Punnie is dizzy and has to concentrate to suppress the dry scraping cough that has been gaining on her since April. Throughout the summer holiday she has been practising, as much as four hours a day. There is something unnerving, quietly violent, in her discipline. She’s the sort of only child who lives for the endorsement of adults. More and more these days she coughs while she rehearses. She and her parents, Tukulito and Ebierbing – Hannah and Joe is how they are known to Americans – came down from the Arctic after the rescue over three years ago, but the poor child still carries the Far North in her lungs. So Mr Chusley puts it. He even urges her to practise less.
Actually Punnie’s cough began not in the Arctic but after their journey south.
Stiff in the aisle seat of a middle row, Tukulito sees that her daughter is struggling, but the audience is so caught up in the spectacle of this oddly pallid Esquimau child playing one of Mendelssohn’s Songs without Words – op. 30, no. 1 in E flat – that they don’t notice. Tukulito’s face has the waxen stillness of somebody watching the last stages of a shipwreck, trying to contain her alarm – a stillness that could be mistaken for calm. This is her usual expression. Only her eyes, sharp with practical understanding and quick sympathy, lend life to her face; enough life for a dozen faces.
In fact, the child is something of a prodigy. Mr Chusley, a soft little man with sombre brown eyes, rumpled clothes and clove-scented breath (and, unluckily for his dreams, stumpy hands and fingers), has said that he foresees fine fine things for the girl. Very fine indeed. And Tukulito grasps that this is not a man given to flattery. A stutterer, he keeps his utterances short. I’ve never yet tutored a child possessed of such a, such a faculty of silent concentration. Your Punnie seems to me utterly undistractable. Chusley does not then detour into ethnological conjecture, like some of the well-meaning Groton neighbours, on whether this is a specialized trait–a result of the savage’s need for vigilance by the seal’s breathing hole, or his wife’s Oriental patience, acquired in the igloo waiting with the children for her mate’s return. . . . For some years the life of the Esquimaux has gripped the romantic imagination. They’ve become a staple of polar adventure novels, which emphasize their fortitude, their loyalty, their stealth, their rare inscrutable lapses into cunning and violence. In the 1860s the fascination with Esquimaux even hatched a short-lived fad for duelling with bone harpoons. The Polaris debacle and Lieutenant Tyson’s subsequent drift on the ice with eighteen other castaways have made them even more popular; Tukulito’s husband Ebierbing was in some ways the hero of Tyson’s published account of the drift (as Second Mate Kruger was its villain), and this Esquimau family have been celebrities since settling in the port town of Groton, Connecticut.
Tukulito still thinks about Mr Kruger but has not heard from him in some time.
The child is small for her age, no grand piano ever looked huger. She will start a piece straight-backed on the bench but as she plays she will tip gradually forward so that by the last bar her face is just above the keys. (Mr Chusley has tried to correct this.) Her playing is stronger now, op. 67, no. 5 in B minor, “The Shepherd’s Complaint.” Those firm-pacing, stately notes in the minor until, just as the ear is tiring of the solemnity, the tune resolves into major.
Editorial Reviews
PRAISE FOR AFTERLANDS
A New York Times Book Review Editors’ Choice
A Globe & Mail, National Post, Vancouver Sun, Ottawa Citizen, Vancouver Province and The Social Edge.com Best Book of 2005
“A magnificent novel about the wreckage of history–both the history that happens to us and the versions of it we create . . . A sophisticated, densely layered fictional exploration of survival, love, betrayal and the personal cost of history . . . Heighton is an experienced adventurer in literary form . . . a sense of boldness and risk-taking infuses Afterlands . . . A novel of big ideas and beautiful language.”
—The New York Times Book Review
“A triumph of a novel . . . A masterful blend of real-life historical account and modern storytelling . . . To try to contain this savage, beautiful tale into a few paragraphs is to do it an injustice. It is to be savoured . . . Steven Heighton has pulled off a masterpiece.”
—Daily Express (UK)
“Unforgettable . . . This is a big, wide, deep book . . . an intensely felt fiction . . . . Like Conrad, and unlike any other poet-novelist in this country–even Ondaatje–Heighton is shockingly real and character-driven even when he’s being his most mannered.”
—The Globe & Mail
“Skillfully constructed, beautifully written, told with a detachment that will put the reader in mind of Graham Greene, Afterlands is a superior example of a rare breed: the literary adventure story.”
—The Washington Post
“Afterlands is up there with the best work in the genre. . . This is gripping stuff . . . Heighton is a superb stylist, in complete control of the language.”
—National Post
“Superb . . .One of the most gripping stories of the North to be found . . . There’s nail-biting adventure, unforgettable character studies, lessons about the resurgence of nationalism in today’s post-9/11 world. . . One of this year’s top novels . . . A story that deserves to be told and retold.”
—Ottawa Citizen
“A wonderful, whiteout epic that unpicks the triumph and tragedy of the human spirit.”
—GQ (UK)
“Compelling, vividly imagined, and written in rich and precise prose . . . The characters are wonderfully drawn: complex, convincing, yet unfathomable. But the real force of the book comes from the currents of history – of young nations rising and ancient civilizations ebbing–that run just below the surface of the story.”
—Financial Times (UK)
“Heighton churns history with a writerly imagination . . . [A] terrific go at the Great Arctic Novel.”
—TIME (Canada)
“A major work by any standards, uniting beautiful writing, unforgettable characters, and profound ideas on the lessons afforded by history.”
—Books in Canada
“Heighton is a wordsmith and sentence-sculptor of the old school . . . [In Afterlands] he strikes a match between form and content so apt that the author becomes, in the best of ways, invisible. . . It takes a rare combination of discipline and imagination to do such stories [as this] full justice, and Afterlands proves beyond any doubt that Heighton has got it.”
—The Gazette (Montreal)
“Compulsively readable, in the tradition of so many shipwreck stories, from Daniel Defoe’s Robinson Crusoe to Yann Martel’s Life of Pi.”
—Winnipeg Free Press
“The floe on which Heighton’s multi-ethnic characters are trapped serves not only as a tightly focused stage for the novel’s action, but also as a microcosm of the changing face of society and international relations at the time . . . [Heighton writes] lucidly, intelligently, and with humour . . . Afterlands will satisfy readers expecting the dreaded Gothic Romance at the same time as it wryly subverts the genre.”
—Calgary Herald
“A quintessentially Canadian book . . .Gripping reading.”
—Toronto Star
“Vivid in its limning of character and its evocation of extreme conditions. . . .With no sign of strain [Heighton] brings far-flung settings within the remit of a single, thematically-unified work. He makes every sentence count . . . [and his cast] leaps out of history in a way that only the best-rendered characters can.”
—The Vancouver Sun
“Heighton does a terrific job of recreating this epic adventure which has no parallel in Arctic history.”
—Edmonton Journal
“Ambitious . . . sophisticated . . . a magnificent novel.”
—International Herald-Tribune
“Afterlands is a superb work of the imagination — a blend of fact and fiction that is handled with grace and mastery. The shifting landscape of the narrative is perfectly paralleled by the shifting Arctic landscape and the wildly changing fate of the hapless souls trapped on the ice floe. This is Heighton at his best.”
—Helen Humphreys, bestselling author of The Lost Garden
“Afterlands is a sprawling adventure story, part epic of Arctic endurance, part Mex-western, a Lost in the Barrens meets The Magnificent Seven kind of book, with an unrequited love affair between a German seaman and an Inuit matron to add passion to an already passionate book. At the heart of Afterlands is an ambiguous hero, the disgraced German sailor Roland Kruger whose true-life bravery has inspired Heighton to create a complex, brooding, rebellious and mysteriously gentle central character. Afterlands is full of unforgettably dramatic moments: the tubercular Inuit girl Punie performing Mendelssohn in a New England concert hall, a gorgeous bear-bull fight in a Mexican plaza, and the long night when the men anchor their remaining whaleboat with their own bodies as the ice-floe sinks and frigid waves dash over them.”
—Douglas Glover, Governor General-winning author of Elle: A Novel
Praise for Steven Heighton:
“Steven Heighton is one of the finest writers in this country.”
—Barbara Gowdy, author of The Romantic
“One of the best writers of his generation, maybe the best.”
—Al Purdy
“He is like a young Ondaatje . . . a superb craftsman at ease in foreign places and distant times.”
—The Globe and Mail
“Heighton is a heavyweight . . . a master of realist narrative. The result is a genuine, hard-fought lyrical beauty that transcends fashion.”
—The Vancouver Sun
“A bravura performance, intense and poetic . . . The Shadow Boxer fizzes with life and energy, and has a swaggering, larger-than-life quality.”
—Independent on Sunday (UK)
“Fluid, rhythmical, full of force and grace, his sentences compel you to keep reading.”
—Wayne Johnston
“Heighton is one of our most ambitious and prodigiously talented writers. . . . For those who roll their eyes at the prospect of another historical novel from a young CanLit star, rest assured that Heighton’s purpose here is not to dazzle with research, but rather to find characters at the boundary points in history, those rare moments when the tectonic plates of different cultures grind against one another and threaten destruction.”
—Quill & Quire
