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The crazy edginess of islands can provoke a volatile intensity — even in rationalists such as Johnson. This was the subject of a haunting novella by D.H. Lawrence, The Man Who Loved Islands, said to have been inspired by the islophile, Scottish nationalist and writer, Compton Mackenzie. He lived on a succession of islands — Capri, Herm and Jethou in the Channel Islands — before moving to Barra in 1928 where he lived for nearly twenty years. Lawrence's novella, set in the damp mists and gales of unspecified islands, is a cautionary tale of the seductive dangers of islomania.

Mackenzie triggered Orwell's interest in the Hebrides before David Astor (owner of an estate on Jura) encouraged him to go to Jura. Along with close associates such as Hugh MacDiarmid, the Scottish nationalist, poet and writer, Mackenzie helped establish the Hebrides in a new role as a place of refuge, solace, even salvation for a civilization in crisis in the middle of the twentieth century. During these decades, fault lines were emerging in Britain's identity as an empire in decline which became central to Orwell's writing. The Hebrides offered an artist a vantage point, suggested Mackenzie, near enough to still be at home, far enough away to salvage some perspective — the only consolation available — in a terrible half-century of violence. Islomania in the Hebrides shifted beyond the confines of a few wealthy plutocrats, and became an absorbing passion for a succession of writers and, as the publishers spotted, their readers.

For writers, there was the attraction of a Crusoe fantasy and cheap rents. Orwell's sister, Avril Blair, described his fascination with putting Barnhill (the house he rented on Jura in 1946) to rights. A couple of years later, the writer Gavin Maxwell was doing likewise at Sandaig further up the West coast overlooking Skye. The latter's beachcombing for fish boxes with which to furnish his croft forms the opening chapter of his bestseller, A Ring of Bright Water, published in 1960.

Many of these writers in the middle twentieth century shared a sense of crisis and decline. This prompted their urge to escape, either salvaging the means for their own survival, or in search of inspiration for the process of renewal. Orwell's friend, Cyril Connolly, wrote in 1929: 'I am tired of this country. I do feel it is a dying civilization — decadent but in such a dull way — going stuffy and comatose instead of collapsing beautifully like France.' Orwell was sympathetic to these ideas. His loathing of twentieth-century, urban, industrial Britain was the vivid setting for his dystopian portrayal of state authoritarianism in Nineteen Eighty-Four, the novel he wrote in Barnhill. A keen and knowledgeable naturalist, on Jura he was surrounded by the natural world, and he plunged into the demanding physical exertions of crofting, hunting and fishing. He set up his typewriter in front of the window overlooking the sea, and with that vista in front of him, he infused the novel with a pervasive horror at the dirty, urban tedium which formed its setting.

The islands inspired a wealth of books during the thirties and forties with readers hungry to hear more of their beauty, distinctive culture and echoes of a peasant life now long lost further south. The books were sometimes sentimental, sometimes purple in their prose, but they fed the British imagination. One of the best of the crop was the breathless Island Going by an Oxford student, Robert Atkinson, with its exuberant tales of derring-do and ornithology on far flung Hebridean islands, such as the rat-infested Shiants, a group of islands off the east coast of Lewis, and the gentler occupation of Leach's Petrels on Rona, forty miles north of Lewis.

This romantic escapism to north-west Scotland contrasted sharply with the Scots' own deep sense of gloom over the state of their nation, captured by Edwin Muir in A Scottish Journey in 1935 in which he talked of a 'silent clearance' in which 'Scotland is gradually being emptied of its population, its spirit, its wealth, industry, art, intellect and innate character'. The country was in deep economic crisis but this did not seem to impinge on many of the writers who headed north in search of the solace of the natural world.

One of the most political of these books, The Islands of Scotland, by the poet and Scottish Nationalist Hugh MacDiarmid, was published in 1939 on the eve of the Second World War. Born in the Scottish Borders, he issued a trenchant call: 'it is impossible to write about the Scottish islands today without recognizing civilisation's urgent need to refresh and replenish itself at its original sources'. His book was a manifesto for moral and political renewal tucked into an alleged travel book. He pointed out that several of Scotland's leading writers had retreated to islands, such as John Lorne Campbell on Canna and Compton Mackenzie on Barra:

All that is still greatest in literature and art and philosophy was created not in the great cities […] but under conditions destitute of all these modern blessings and, for the most part, in places as lonely and bare as these islands are. In short megalopolitan cultures can ill afford to affect superiority to these little poorly inhabited places; they have contributed far more to the spiritual wealth of mankind than the great cities have done or seem at all likely to do.

A comparable moral project was threaded through the books of the English ecologist, Frank Fraser Darling. He recounted his extraordinary feats of endurance on the Scottish island of Rona, forty miles north of Lewis, and later on the island he bought in 1937, Tanera Mòr in the Summer Isles. His two books, Island Years and Island Farm, published in 1940 and 1943, had a passionate ambition to reconnect urban industrial Britain with the natural world. He scorned the comforts of modernity to demonstrate a visceral engagement with nature and its elements — the rain, storms and wild tides — and celebrated the dirt and sweat of his smallholding and husbandry. There are few descriptions of Hebridean incomer life more daunting than his account of the backbreaking rebuilding of the small jetty on Tanera Mòr, as he dragged rocks into place along with his wife. For city dwelling readers in the midst of a terrible world war, it was a brilliantly conceived reminder of the natural world as well as a form of escapism: a glimpse of a world long lost in England, the absorbing physical struggle with the elements offering some distraction from the anxiety and violence of war.

This muscular environmentalism had a pioneering message which gathered increasing numbers of adherents and advocates throughout the second half of the twentieth century. When Maxwell came to write the bestselling A Ring of Bright Water, he picked up the same themes, using the north-west Scottish coastline as part of his manifesto: 'these places are symbols of freedom whether it be from the prison of over dense communities and the close confines of human relationships, or from the less complex incarceration of office walls and hours. Man has suffered in his separation from the soil and from other living creatures of the world.'

Maxwell's record as an environmentalist was ambiguous at best. He may have written lovingly about otters but one of his earlier books was a brutal account of his attempts to set up a basking shark fishery in the Hebrides. But no matter, with A Ring of Bright Water, the Scottish west coast island dream had come of age, and it made his book an international bestseller. Its sales ranked third after the Bible and Churchill's memoirs in the postwar period in the English speaking world. It made Maxwell, an unlikely candidate, a world famous prophet of conservationism. He received over 14,000 fan letters. 'I have two copies of the book, and I keep one in my office drawer; it sets the mind free even in the city,' ran one, 'a breath of fresh air through the stale channels of an age of false values.' This was the high water mark of a twentieth-century love affair with the Hebrides. The reading public's fascination for damp crofts on inaccessible islands waned, and was replaced by sagas of farmhouse renovations in Provence and Tuscany. Taste shifted away from John Buchan's claim that heading north was about 'making the soul.'

A new generation of writers have drifted back to the Hebrides in the early decades of the twenty-first century, though this time, they come as passing visitors; not for them the hardship of experiments in self-sufficiency. Several have found their way to Jura, inspired by Orwell. The opportunities for perspective are still compelling; novelist Will Self writes how either at the outset or towards the completion of a book, he retreats somewhere distant, often by the sea, often in Scotland: 'islands were good, because they were discrete and legible — in the way books are.' Self concluded that, 'there remained a part of me — the ultimately skeptical anthropological observer of it all — that is forever marooned in the North Atlantic, peering curiously at this unhappy ant heap of mass human society.' Kathleen Jamie and Robert Macfarlane have found the appeal of islands less as a vantage point for a critique of urban Britain, than as a delicate, insistent evangelizing project for the reader to pay attention to the fragile natural world and to the language we use to imagine it.

Tucked into the middle of this century-long history of writers and their love affairs with the Hebrides, is Orwell, its most celebrated exponent. On Jura, Orwell found the clarity of vision for a piece of fiction which shaped an age. From his remote point on north Jura, he had the critical distance not just to see his own times clearly, but to divine in them the threat they posed to human freedom. He imagined a way of framing a question which can be asked of any age: what freedoms do this moment in history make hard or impossible to imagine? It was a perspective only possible from an island, only imaginable in such remote isolation.


Madeleine Bunting is a writer and journalist. She founded the Mindfulness Initiative in November 2013 with Chris Cullen, and is an associate of the Oxford University Mindfulness Centre. She has written three books and is a regular commentator and broadcaster for amongst others, the Guardian, BBC and the Tablet. Her latest book is Love of Country: A Hebridean Journey (2016).

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